MAFIA TWINS

CAMPFIRE

"What do you want to do, Izumi?!" raghaza shouted to see Izumi starting to burn a piece of paper money.

Raghaza drew the rest of the money in Izumu's hands.

"Don't be crazy, Izumi! When people are willing to die to chase after him to buy a bite of rice, you burn it." Raghaza looked at Izumi sharply.

"I knew. But we have no other way to light this fire" Izumi argued.

Raghaza looked around. If he did not want Izumi to burn his money again, then he would have to find a way to solve this problem.

In the dimness he saw the dry leaves gathered in the corner. Some of the leaves are tucked in cracks. Raghaza walked up to him and picked him up one by one.

Although the dried leaves he had obtained were not much at least it was enough to make the wood before him light up.

"Save your money!" Raghaza handed Izumi the money he had confiscated.

Izumi accepted it without saying much. In his heart he again admired the figure of Raghaza. I don't know what kind of feeling now surfaced in his heart, which was obvious at this moment he felt so comfortable being near Raghaza.

The dried leaves burned by Raghaza managed to make the wood light up. The fire started to spread and made a bigger flame. One by one the wood he piled regularly in the flames and spread warmth.

"Close!" call Raghazha.

Izumi shifted her sitting position closer to the burning bonfire.

Raghaza grabbed his wet jacket and placed it on his knees facing the fire.

"Take your jacket and follow what I'm doing!" Raghaza ruled Izumi naun it seems Izumi doesn't mind.

Under these circumstances, Izumi's position as Raghaza's superior was unimportant. In reality, it was Raghazalah who was more experienced in dealing with this kind of situation. All this time Izumi used to live a luxurious life and almost never experienced the name of difficulties.

Izumi was seen yawning several times while holding her hungry stomach. Actually across the street there is a depot that sells makana, but they can not go to ana because there is no umbrella.

The more the night, the streets in front of them were getting quieter. The depot guard seemed to notice those who had been caught in the rain since. Maybe out of pity or something, she was seen coming up to them with two glasses of warm milk.

"This is for you!" The food depot guard just put it on the edge of the shophouse and then turned away.

"Wait, Sir! Can we order food? Please!" raghaza pleaded.

The man glanced at Raghaza from top to bottom.

"What message do you want?" ask the seller.

"This alone is enough to keep you both full!" The man returned the excess money Raghaza had given him.

"Take it, sir! Think of it as my thanks."

The man remained silent and then turned to leave the two of them.

Raghaza sat down again near Izumi.

"This is for you!" Raghaza gave the man a glass of hot chocolate milk.

Izumi accepted it but hesitated to drink it. The food depot across the street looked small and seedy. Izumi's mind floated imagining the cleanliness of the food or drink she sold.

Unlike Izumi, Raghaza did not care about the place where the drink came from. He was used to eating or drinking from small shops and roadside restaurants before he joined the mafia. Life without a father makes the economic situation of his family is not good.

"Did you choose thirst and hunger instead of drinking this milk?" raghaza asked after noticing that Izumi was not drinking her milk.

"Ah, yes." With hesitation Izumi finally sipped the warm milk.

'Lumayan. It doesn't feel as bad as the place. This feels good as a drink sold in famous cafes. Or maybe it feels good because I'm starving. Ah, stop!'

Raghaza smiled seeing Izumi so enjoying her drink. He hurriedly looked the other way as Izumi turned to him. It would be a shame if Izumi knew she was secretly watching him.

Izumi's hand forward drew closer towards the campfire to reduce the chill she felt.

"Do you still feel cold?" raghaza asked him something he already knew the answer to.

Izumi nodded.

"If Ryan were here, maybe he'd hug me and not let me get cold."

The expression of Izumi's heart made Raghaza look at her deeply. In his heart he wondered if it was a signal for him to do so. On the other hand, Raghaza did not want to be overly confident. He would be very embarrassed if he got a rejection from Izumi.

"Do I deserve that? I am only a servant of the light while you are the daughter of the king." Raghaza ventured to speak, hoping that Izumi did not misunderstand his attitude.

'Do I have to start first in everything, Ghaza?'

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