MISS MAFIA AND DOCTOR CHARMING

TANGLED YARN

While it was ...

Different one hundred and eighty degrees with the fate of Algae which say super apes, because it is always filled with shortcomings and problems ...

This morning, Tara was spending time in one of the luxury bars and lounges of a famous five-star hotel in the same city, sipping a cup of Americano.

Tara is not an active smoker, but this time she deliberately took an outdoor seat to enjoy a pack of cigarettes that she accidentally bought overnight in a minimarket, before she checked in at the Luxury Red Hotel.

A pack of cigarettes to accompany her long night as a result of contemplating her love affair with Lucia which ran aground due to Alga scenario, the rest she breathed this morning, in her classy leisure time.

Although still feeling a little heartbroken, but Tara was reluctant to mope with herself longer.

Trying to move on, because even though the Algae are behind the breakdown of Tara's relationship with Lucia, does not mean Tara can accept Lucia's betrayal.

Nnnnope.

Is she just Lucia?

Although Tara is a loyal type of man, but if betrayed like that, then abstain for him not to turn away!

'What a loss if I keep thinking about Lucia, let alone getting involved with Alga, that mafia woman with her never-smiling face ...!'

'Huhhffh .. I should have fun enjoying my freedom. Let's just say I'm on vacation because I really need healing ...'

Inner Tara no longer want to take a headache over all the things that happened to her in a short time .. alternately ...!

Enjoy life and have fun entertaining the heart.

Now, Tara's clothes have changed dapper, polo shirt suits are white clean, gray angkle pants, and do not miss white keds shoes also with a combination of gray.

Glasses with a type of wayfarer frame whose glasses are not too dark look very perfect on the oval face of Tara, and Tara also wears a black trucker cap model.

When she first took a sip of her Americano, Tara had pulled her black mask under her chin, without removing the hook on both ears.

Stylish and fashionable. But it seems mysterious.

Typical of the appearance of a doctor Tara Yudhistira as usual, although honestly he looks like that with the intention of disguising the face of his face that is still decorated with bruises that are quite noticeable, due to the persecution he received.

Tara's original plan this morning after breakfast was to buy a new cell phone, replacing one that had been seized by the wedge with Alfredo and his men.

In this super modern world living without a cell phone is like living without eating, because all the information turnover from all corners of the world can be accessed by the smart object.

That's why Tara also wants to immediately return to have a mobile phone.

"Mr Sam, are you sure you're not lying?"

But suddenly Tara's back became stiff upon hearing clearly, the name mentioned by a man who was addressed by the name 'Master Sam'.

"Why am I lying, Rob? I really didn't meet Miss Alga ..."

'What did he say ...? Miss Alga ...? Rob ...?'

Slowly Tara could feel her hair bristling.

"Listen well, Mr. Sam, if you try to lie by hiding Miss Alga inside your hotel .. then Mr. Allesandro will not forgive you!!"

The man who seemed to be named Rob was heard speaking in a clearly menacing tone.

'Mr Allesandro ...?'

'Jeez .. no mistake, surely what the man named Rob meant was Juan Allesandro ...!'

Bathin Tara is raging. But with incredible calm Tara still tried to sit down with relaxation, as if not affected by the talk that each spoken with a soft tone.

Luckily Tara has looked perfect like this, so Rob and some of his men can not recognize Tara at all.

As Tara turned her head slightly, Tara's gaze fell on one of the mirror-lined walls.

From there Tara could actually observe every face that was there and whatever was going on behind her back.

The man who was called Mr. Sam was seen dressed officially in a dark brown suit, while Rob and four of his men sat right in front of Mr. Sam with a look on his face, it was obviously an intimidating act of their body language.

"Basic thugs rancid ..."

Tara hissed annoyedly watching the arbitrary attitude of the subordinates of the man named Juan Allesandro.

"If only his men had been a song ... let alone Juan Allesandro ...?"

Again Tara hissed, while holding back the emotions that had reached the crown.

Although until this moment Tara still has not found a common thread that can connect every event after event that concerns the Algae ...

The Miss Mafia ...

Which seems so strange like every strand of tangled thread, which has been twisted around each other ...

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Connect ...