Mafia Hunters

Fried Rice

He only sighed and struck me meaningfully, I could see this person wanted to say many things but he remained silent.

I drove Zidane back home, because Boby had gone home first. On the way, Zidane and I spoke only a thousand languages, even though a few days ago we were very familiar.

I don't know what to say, what else Zidane has just got to go to jail for a case that concerns me. I feel very guilty because I know very well that Zidane's whereabouts 14 years ago in my house was to help my life.

But how surprised we were that many bodyguards were lying on the ground, when Zidane and I arrived at Zidane's residence.

I immediately ran into Zidane's disheveled house, followed by Zidane.

"What's going on?" I asked what, because all Zidane's bodyguards were down.

I went straight to the top, following Zidane who ran first. There, Zidane and I saw Boby pass out on the floor, with numerous wounds all over his body. I immediately approached him and woke him up.

"LT...! Boby..wake Bob...!" I said.

Zidane walked slowly to his room where the door was wide open. I could see the situation inside Zidane's room from where I was resting.

The tough man looked at his room, without letting out any emotion on his face.

Maybe he stayed calm when his house was messed up by a bunch of crazy people.

Why is he so calm?

Before long the medics came and took all the bodyguards to the hospital, Zidane told them.

"Let's just go to the hotel, sir!" I said.

"Hotel?" the question is a little surprised.

"All messy, where are you going to sleep?! Even my bed was so stained!" my clear.

"We'll just sleep in your room!" he said,

Now I'm in shock, because before I said the rejection Zidane walked into the house I occupied.

"Sir this place is still not safe, we should sleep in the hotel alone!" I said.

"Your room is also quite spacious! Do you have a shadow to do it in the bathroom too?"

"Do what? Maxut sir?!"

Inevitably I had to open the door of the house and go inside with Zidane. Looks like the house I occupied wasn't ransacked.

He went in and checked the empty rooms.

"They didn't clean it! I'm a little sensitive to dust!" said.

"Boby's room I don't have the key!" I said as I tried to open Boby's room door. Come on open the shucks door...

"Is there anything here to eat? I'm hungry!" ask Zidane.

I took off Boby's doorknob and went to the kitchen to check the fridge.

A lot of it, but I can't cook....

Zidane came up to me and looked at the contents of the refrigerator from behind my shoulder.

"Let's cook!" said.

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I was just sitting at the dinner table, noticing the shrewdness of Zidane Arkana in the kitchen.

There was no shadow of him being able to kill insects even when viewed from this angle.

He looks like an ordinary man who loves his family very much. He can even cook for his family when his wife is busy outside.

What was I thinking???

There was an unusual look on my face there

Is that a happiness?

That cold face without expression, it had once smiled happily even though it had been a long time.

He had a happy expression in his college days.

Why did he change?

His skill at playing the knife was not only done in front of his victims, but in the kitchen he cut vegetables and meat like a chef in a cooking contest.

"Let your eyes down, and stop analyzing me!" Zidane said.

She must be uncomfortable with my eyes that won't escape her for a second.

It's a loss if you don't see this beautiful scenery, when else can see the mafia cook.

He was wearing only a thin white shirt that folded his arms, and showed off his burly arm muscles. Of course, her beautiful body is printed perfectly because the shirt she wears fits perfectly on her body.

"I never learned to cook! But I am a human who has the instinct to survive!" said.

"Insting to survive?" I asked while smiling in wonder. The richest conglomerates in Asia have that instinct.

"Jane thanks! You believe me!" he said, with a smile on his face. Not a terrible smile, but a sincere smile that washed away.

"About you not learning to cook?" my many.

"About 14 years ago. You defended me at the police station!" said.

"Ohhhh...!"

I can't possibly tell Mr. Zidane that Brother Brian is the real culprit, I have to be able to master the situation so that my goal of eliminating the real culprit goes smoothly. He said he was close to Brian's brother, so he could have betrayed me. I had to be even smarter about pitting the two of them together, so Zidane would gladly kill Brother Brian for me

"So much that testified to you, I was also suspicious of you at first!" I said lie.

"Are you asking to kill that person?! Is killing the perpetrator who did that to you?" tanyakanya.

I looked at him closely and read every gesture and expression on Zidane's face.

"Yes!" my answer.

"I'll do it for you!" she said she was very sure, but I was sure she would doubt it if she knew the person who had tortured me 14 years ago was her best friend.

Finally Zidane turned off the stove and served two servings of fried rice with a scent that I could not refuse.

"I'll keep my promise, Father!" I said.

"But can I ask you again?" tanyanya, while eating fried rice.

"What's m?"

He looked at me who was looking at me, fixedly,

"I got traumatized for seeing you in such a terrible state 14 years ago. I've been hard on getting close to women, and I'm still a virgin now!" said relax.

Why did you say it was Zidane?

Want to go fishing or want to hit this guy?!

Still virgin?! I can prove it's not...

Jane calm yourself.

I don't think I'm traumatized.

The real question is, how could Zidane be traumatized to see me like that?

If he's psychopathic, he should be happy and happy when he sees a tormented human being.

"What kind of help!" I said, try not to think badly first.

"Kiss, if you can do more!" he said it was still relaxing while eating.

Ketelen is not rice???

It could be a meal talking kiss and more than that!!!

"If you don't want to, I won't force you!" said.

"Sorry sir, I can't help you! I also find it hard to accept such a thing from men, the attack left me traumatized as well!" I said honestly.

"Then what were you doing in Brian's room back then?" tanyakanya.

"We're just talking!" I said.

"You sure?!"

"100% sure! Do I have to swear?!"

"That's your personal business, I don't want to interfere!" errativeness.

Zidane finished off his fried rice first and went to the bathroom after putting his dishes in the dishwasher.

When I finish eating, I have to wash our dishes. I'm an assistant who should cook for my boss, but I can enjoy Zidane's cooking with no shame.

But I'd rather not cook than have Zidane sick in the stomach, or be hospitalized for poisoning.

I was still in the kitchen, putting the dishes I had washed back into place.

Zidane approached me bare-chested just wrapped a towel around his plate.

"I don't have a change of clothes!" said.