MAFIA HOBBY FARMING

Chapters. 28. Reaping What Is Sown

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The Mansion

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Bibi was forced to knock on Brid's room door because until now they had not left the room.

"Why bother you?" gres said cynically because the knocking of the door disturbed their affection that morning.

Brid did not respond, the man still closed his eyes down there, enjoying the service of Gres.

"Master, Madam," called Aunt repeatedly, because the room was soundproofed so that Bibi could not hear anything from outside, while the one in the room heard very clear the knock and call.

"Done Gres first," exhorted Brid in a hoarse voice because he wanted to reach the top. With a quick movement Gres spurred his horse until the two ended up with a long groan.

"Honey clean yourself up" said Gres when they calmed down.

Brid did not move from his bed, his gaze to the ceiling of the room. The memory of his daughter Arabelle enveloped. It has been 1 month news of losing Arabelle and there has been no bright spot g where it is. Brid has expanded his search but his men have yet to find Arabelle. "Darling where are you? did Daddy do anything wrong, until you left without news. Daddy is so worried about you, go home and talk to Daddy, " muttered Brid in a poignant tone.

Gres inching closer to Brid, he heard clearly the muttering of his beloved husband. "Honey hope Ara is in good shape," said Gres while wiping the sturdy jaw.

Brid stared fixedly at Gres. "My answer was honestly Gres, did you have a problem with Ara before she disappeared like this? answer Gres?" brid stressed.

The look of not liking Gres can be briefly explored Brid. "I really don't like Ara because your affection is more than Ara's than mine but if you know I've never thought that far" Gres said. "Even by the time he left for the office, I was still in the room" he added as if recalling the last time Arabelle was at the Mansion.

Brid rubbed his face with an uneasy feeling. "What are the actions of the enemies? if so inevitably I act directly, "inner Brid with clenched hands. "But no one knows if I have a child" he added.

"Honey immediately down," said Gres and went out of the room.

Brid rushed into the bathroom. He did not want to waste any more time, the safety of Arabelle was paramount. The eagle-eyed man knew very well what it was like to be held hostage by a mafia group. Cruel, vile and unforgiving. Imagining it made his chest very tight, even difficult to breathe oxygen.

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At the dining table Brid simply stared at the dish before him without wanting to taste it. How could his throat swallow such delicious food, while his daughter did not know what he was facing.

"Honey how to see it? come on, you're going through dinner too" said Gres, trying to persuade Brid. Already for 1 month Brid's diet is not awake, even men who always look cool it often ignore his health. It made Gres very anxious because he did not want the much loved man to get sick.

"Whispering, if you want to eat, just eat because the burden in your mind is empty" Brid said firmly.

Huhhhh.....

Gres breathed an annoyed breath, until now the man he had lived with a dozen years had never pointed at his romantic side, even giving him tenderness. Except for making out like a husband and wife.

"Sorry sir, my mistress is disturbing. I'm just delivering this, "Aunty's sudden arrival stopped their argument.

"What is Bi? and who's the sender?" brid asked as she stared at the paper bag in Aunt's hand.

"I don't know either, sir. This is Mr. Kris who gave it to me. As stated by Mr. Kris, the paper bag is stored in the mailbox," explained Bibi. "Sir, has Miss been found? I miss Miss very much, "Aunty even now shed tears. Arabelle is his life spirit and the only family he has.

Brid looked at Aunt with a sad look. He knew that the middle-aged woman loved Arabelle as much as her own daughter.

"Auntie don't worry. Ara will be back" Brid said with a flat face.

"May Miss be well, sir," said Bibi as she rubbed her face, wiping away the remaining tears.

Hmm

Drrtts

The phone on the dining table vibrated. Seeing the name of the caller made Brid undo his intention to open the contents of the box.

"Where are you going?" tanya Gres sees Brid wearing her beloved leather jacket in a hurry.

"Of course it works" Brid said briefly.

"Use your milk first, at least the milk stuck your stomach," concluded Gres while offering a glass of milk that has not been drunk by Brid.

Inevitably Brid received the glass of milk and gulped it down to the toilet, he did not want to hear Gres chattering constantly.

After that Brid left in a hasty step with the box in his grasp.

"Where was he in such a hurry, did he just receive a phone call related to Ara?" Gres muttered with his hands still grasping the glass of Brid's milk container.

Brid instantly launched his four-wheel drive into the hidden base, not even knowing a secret place other than his men.

It didn't take long he had already entered the headquarters.

"Good morning boss," said his men.

Hmm

"Is there any information?"

Some of them shook their heads, it certainly provoked Brid's anger. "Small work that you guys are not good at, are you tired of working? Huh..say if you mind!" Brid jerk with hardened jaw and reddened eyes.

All of them could only bow down without daring to refute.

Brid shifted and landed his butt in the rocking chair. "Get you out!" He said as he closed his eyes with his face up.

Instantly his memory to the box that he stored in a suit bag that had not been opened because of the rush.

Brid tensed her body as she grabbed the box with a rumbling feeling. His gaze could not be separated from the small box that was now circling in his hand. "What's this thing about? is this for Ara?" said Brid thought it was the property of Arabelle who was deliberately ordered.

Curiosity enveloped his heart, causing Brid to open the package. Unexpectedly, it turns out that there is a smaller box inside. Brid's hand turned to grab a piece of paper that said.

"You reap what you sow!"

The eagle's eyes did not blink reading that short sentence but it struck at the heart.

"What does that mean?" murmured Brid with a roaring heart. The short sentence made him foggy. Impatiently he immediately opened the box and saw a small object in the form of a flash. "What does this mysterious sender mean?" hiss Brid made him curious.

Brid got up from his seat, stepped towards the closet. Then take out the laptop stored there. He sat back down while connecting the flash to the laptop with his heart beating.

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly before the fingers played on the keyboard.

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