MAFIA TWINS

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"Fuckin' shit! How long are we gonna be stuck here?" gerutu Izumi's.

Raghaza looked at him with pity, yet he himself could do nothing.

They were currently on the terrace of an empty shophouse. I don't know how long the shophouse wasn't in. There was a lot of dust and rubbish on the floor.

The gusts of wind added to the atmosphere that afternoon was getting colder. Izumi walked backwards to a more sheltered place to avoid the wind. He sat curled up like a homeless man living a solitary life.

Raghaza walked up to him and dropped his butt beside Izumi.

"Why haven't you taken off your jacket yet?" asked Izumi while glancing at Raghaza.

"Not through to the inside, really. Look it!" Raghaza took off his jacket and showed him the inside.

"Easy! Here I help you get off!"

Izumi turned to face Raghaza and forcibly removed her jacket. Eventually Raghaza was caught lying, his underwear on his back slightly wet. It made Izumi, looking at him sharply.

"Sorry. It's not so wet, really!" Raghaza's words made Izumi even more angry at him.

"Hey! I don't like to argue! I'm cruel but that doesn't mean I don't have a heart."

"Your face is also a little wet." Raghaza held Izumi's jacket on his shoulder.

"On the shoulder only."

"Hm. You are not fair. I you asked to let go but you didn't do it yourself."

Raghaza looks more daring to express his thoughts when they are just alone. He felt that the current Izumi was just an ordinary girl, not the one he had to obey his orders. Highlighting her eyes which usually looked cruel and full of dignity, it now became as if a little girl in need of protection.

"Yes, yes, I got off! Lately you've been so chatty. Who's the boss here?" nagging Izumi while taking off her jacket.

Although only 17 years old, Izumi's body has a beautiful shape. Body size proportional to ideal weight. Everything looks so alluring when combined with her charming face.

As a grown man, Raghaza was unable to deny Izumi's charm in his eyes. He was seen several times gulping his saliva when he saw Izumi up close. Cold air and a dim atmosphere make the romantic impression so thick felt.

Izumi who was not initially interested in Raghaza, slowly started to admire him. Physically he has an attractive appearance. His face is very handsome because he is of mixed Japanese-Middle Eastern descent.

The wind started to calm down but the rain was getting heavier.

Izumi reached into her phone from inside her bag and looked at the screen and opened it. There is no network. They can't reach people who can pick them up from there.

"No network," Izumi murmured.

There was a fear on his face as the night slowly descended. His stomach also felt very hungry because he had not eaten since school. Izumi felt that today was truly the unluckiest day for her.

Seeing the lackluster Izumi, Raghaza started thinking of finding a way to get out of there. Instead of subsiding, the rain was getting heavier and lightning was flashing over where they were. Everything feels so gripping.

Izumi closed her ears and put her body on Raghaza. It was spontaneous when he heard the sound of lightning that sounded very close. Raghaza was a little surprised but he let it go. It felt like he returned Izumi's embrace but he did not dare to do so.

"It's night. Is this rain still not going to stop?" Izumi asked as she looked at Raghaza's face.

Raghaza stared at him intensely. He could not bear to see her pale face with lips that were starting to turn blue. Raghaza must do something to make Izumi better.

"Wait here!" raghaza.

He turned on his cell phone for lighting and searched around for something that could be used to make a fire.

Raghaza stops at a broken table that is lying at the end of the shophouse bordering the wall of another shophouse that is also empty.

The table is made of wood that is flammable. Raghaza stomped on him until it broke into small pieces that he could use to make fire. One by one he was afraid and he brought it in front of Izumi.

Despite not smoking, Raghaza always carries matches in his jacket pocket. The high humidity of the air made the bonfire that he had made difficult to ignite. He was almost frustrated after failing to try several times.

Raghaza threw his match and sat down while hugging his knee.

Izumi held back a laugh from feeling funny with Raghaza's attitude that looked like a little child who was being angry about not being able to do something.

It takes a flammable material like paper to make it easier for the wood to be ignited by fire. Not too paper or dry leaves around them. Eventually Izumi had to give up some of her banknotes to light the wood.

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