Married the Mafia Arogan

Chapter 16: The Tale of the Pilu

Bruk!

Cheryl throws a stack of files in front of Janu. He came to see the man with a feeling of annoyance.

"What mean? In addition to my Papa's assets and company, you also took over my house?"

Cheryl did not expect the man to be so greedy at the riches that should have been his due.

"Why are you so passionate about talking rudely to me? Try to calm down, sit on my lap and tell me what you want."

Seeing Cheryl's emotional look, Janu is actually interested in teasing her. He patted his thigh offering a seat for his wife.

"Stop joking with me! I'm not here for that!"

Cheryl's patience has run out seeing none of her parents' relics transferred in her name. All made in the name of Janu, as her husband.

"What's the difference between your name and mine? All mine is yours too. We're husband and wife, don't forget that." Janu responded to Cheryl's words very calmly.

"Give me all my Papa's!" pinta Cheryl with a half-screaming voice.

Janu held onto his buzzing ears. "Ah, what is our family talking about there? My father-in-law must have been sad to see his daughter become this fierce, "soon.

"Well! My dad wouldn't have a daughter-in-law like you. Don't haphazardly carry my Papa's name."

"If you're smart, I'll give it back to you. Meanwhile, let me arrange Om Hendry's, " said Janu.

"You ...."

Plaque!

"Aah!"

Cheryl hit him right on Janu's injured arm. "Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to hit your wound" he said.

Janu seemed to grimace in pain. The wound that had not closed completely was again bleeding that seeped into his white shirt.

"You took off the bandage?" ask Cheryl. He forgot his anger and went back to caring for Janu.

He rushed to fetch P3K equipment and returned to Janu. "Why am I here like a babysitter?" gerutu Cheryl while taking the equipment she needs.

"Open your clothes!" his orders.

Janu was still holding onto his painful arm. Cheryl forcibly removed the hand and took off the shirt the man was wearing.

"Huh ... Why are you a hobby once stripping people," said Janu. He let the woman take off her shirt even if with a little roughness.

"I don't want to do this either! It seems like my mother's spirit is entering my body!" oceh Cheryl's.

He doesn't usually care about other people. For some reason after meeting Janu, he couldn't ignore it.

"Mahaha ...." Janu laughed at Cheryl's words. He recalled the stories he had heard from his mother over and over again. He said he could be born safely into the world thanks to Aunt Citra, Cheryl's birth mother.

"Well, what's this scar?" ask Cheryl.

He saw on Janu's back there were some elongated scars that seemed to have been long. He really sees it now.

"Disregard it, you simply wrap the bandage into this wound on my arm," Janu said.

Cheryl thumped lips. "Can't if I want to know?" the upset. He started to clean the wound on Janu's arm.

"If you knew, maybe you wouldn't think me evil anymore. Maybe you'll feel sorry for me" Janu said.

"Haha ... At least it's a wound from your enemy. Anyway, I still hate you!" Cheryl is very confident will not be affected by Janu's words.

"That was my foster father's whip," said Janu. He began to speak seriously.

Janu nodded. "Name Damian. He's a drug mafia and a weapons smuggler."

Cheryl was a little surprised to hear that kind of work.

"I am one of his men" said Janu calmly.

Cheryl looked at Janu. At the same time, Janu looked back at him. "Haha ... Am I hearing a story?" tanyakanya. He did not believe what the man said.

"The lash I get every time I refute his orders."

Janu's words sounded serious although it was hard to believe. Cheryl did not dare to laugh at him anymore.

"I've been helping my foster dad smuggle stuff since I was 13."

"No way, it's too small an age to be involved in a crime" Cheryl said.

Janu smiled a smile. "It is precisely because it is still a child that it is rarely suspected of carrying something that is forbidden" he said.

"Eh! What do you want?" Cheryl gasps in shock as Janu moves her hand to unzip her pants. Reflek he cupped his hands to the face.

Janu just laughed a little at Cheryl's behavior. "My kidneys also they took one to sell to rich people with kidney failure."

Cheryl took her hand off. He was surprised to see a straight-line scar on Janu's left waist. It's hard to believe there was such a man's parents to his son even if it was just a foster child.

Cheryl's hand touched the scar. It's true what Janu said. He felt sorry for that man.

"Oh, be careful with your hands. You can wake something up," led Janu.

Cheryl pulled back her hand. "What about Kenzo? Did the brand also treat her badly just like you?"

Janu. "He's Silvia's son, there's no way they're gonna hurt him." Janu recalled his painful times there. This time he told it to someone else.

"Sir Kenzo lives separately from me. He lives in his own apartment living his own life."

"Why don't you just run away?" ask Cheryl.

"Mahaha ...." Janu laughing. "I went abroad, lived with them, and escaped from the people who wanted to kill me. Those who have slaughtered my family will not be satisfied before they finish me and Brother Kenzo."

"What they've done I think has gone too far. How can they sell your kidneys and tell you to be a drug dealer?" Cheryl was so happy to hear that.

"I have often said that strong people tend to choose weak people to be trampled and denigrated. If we don't become oppressors, then we ourselves will be oppressed."

"Now you are here too. You don't have to go back there anymore" Cheryl said.

Janu smiled a smile. He tilted his head to look at Cheryl who was wrapping her wound back. "I need a lot of money to hide from them. I also need power to face them. That's why I took all yours. That's still not enough, either" he continued.

Cheryl shakes her head.

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