Mr. Little Girl. Mobster

EPS 85 # Line two +

Sunlight began to infiltrate the gap of the room curtain, Farah frowned who was interrupted with a glare of light. He began to squirm and woke up from a short night's sleep. Who would have thought, Keenan would devour it all night after his initiative inside the bathroom. His cousin's brother continued to glorify him until several episodes Farah does not remember.

"Ugh! He is the King of Beds!!" Farah cursed softly, her body felt pained in several places.

He realized, there was no movement and not even a voice from Keenan. That meant that the man was not in their room at the moment. Farah got up, she remembered her plan to make sure of something. Farah's gurgle immediately cleared himself.

"For Pamaaan!" Farah screeched and sat down at the dining table with a cheerful face.

"You're awake? Does it still hurt?" Uncle Tang turned to look at his young miss with no less sumringah. "You don't move too much, let Uncle deliver your breakfast. Master says you still have to rest..."

"I'm fine, Uncle!" Farah spread her sweet smile. "Where's Brother?"

"Master told me to take care of you, he has a sudden business deal."

"Owh..." Farah cheered in her mind, this is the time. "Uncle, I need pads!"

"Eh?" Uncle Tang frowned.

"Relax, I'll buy it down!"

"Don't! Let the waiter do it..."

Uncle Tang certainly knows very well, do not let Keenan again know their negligence in looking after the beloved little miss of the Caviandra family. Last night, the big madam had even warned uncle Tang to make sure Farah was in the best state despite having to fight their young master. It is very difficult to be a residence manager who cannot side with one camp only.

"I said no need Uncle! I also need some fresh air, I promise just a little... Hye!"

Regardless of uncle Tang's call, Farah darted out. The girl even forgot the breakfast the waiters had just served. "Hiisssh, he's a rancid!"

No need to take a long time Farah was already at the nearest dispensary to the mansion where she lived. Farah went straight to one of the toilets there, she couldn't possibly do it inside the residence, which she was looking for dead.

Traaac!

Farah dropped her pregnancy test, her eyes narrow. His mouth was mute, his throat was instantly dry. Tears that do not know how to begin to fall a drop from the eye fertilizers. "Why..."

It is certain, the results obtained Farah did not match his expectations. The device shows two red lines although it still looks faint. Farah again made sure with the other tools. "It must be wrong!"

Farah was stunned limp, all the results were the same, even some of them read pregnant!

"You stupid Farah!" she cried, she covered her face with both hands. "Son will kill me!"

When Farah regained consciousness, she quickly tidied up the entire tool used and threw it away in a safe place. Farah ran as hard as she could, other than wanting to hurry up, it felt like the girl really wanted to run away from the reality of life that was not on her side now.

"Are you okay?" Uncle Tang felt suspicious of Farah's behavior, the girl gasped as if she had just entered a long-distance race.

"I'm fine" Farah said, leaving Uncle Tang to her room.

The girl picked up the item she had previously said. In her room, Farah cried in silence. She could not believe that she was two-bodied at the moment, more unexpected that she was pregnant from the seed of the man she loved most in this world. "I'm sorry Mommy... You're present at the wrong time, son!"

Farah rushed to clean up the mess she was doing, she came back out and asked uncle Tang for food. After breakfast, Farah opens her phone. He received so many message notifications from his friends.

The tring!

[Keenan Kaviandra: What are you doing? ]

Farah pulled her cheek muscles curling a smile at that once disheveled face.

"This is your drink, miss!" Jenny who was one of the servants at the residence thrust a glass of juice at Farah.

Farah responded with a smile and drifted back to reply to a message from her lover.

[Farah_Lee: Eat! ]

Within seconds of Keenan contacting his girl, Farah looked even more excited. "Hello..."

"Prepare, you're better, aren't you? I'll pick you up..."

Tuoutts!

Farah gawked, her man was indeed unpredictable, just saying her greeting the girl had to accept the fact that Keenan had closed his connection again.

"Freak guy!"

Farah immediately got up after drinking the tea that Jenny had just served. The girl whistled merrily, she headed towards her brother's room and prepared to change clothes. "Will my sister ask me out?"

Farah screeched shyly covering her face and prancing. She even forgot that she had cried before and felt she had no hope of life. Farah chose to wear a sweet sleeveless dress above the knee with the A Line model. She also scrunched up her wavy long hair, polishing the face with natural make-up further exuded her beauty.

"I can't believe that Big Brother didn't fall for me!" Farah praised herself in front of the mirror until she heard the most awaited man screech from earlier.

"Baby!!"

Keenan dared to call Farah with his call unfortunately while the servants of the residence were still in his place. Farah immediately exited the room and cheerfully slumped down using the stairs.

Bruk!

Keenan was wide-eyed for a moment, it was fortunate that his girl had not experienced any incidents. "Do you have no brain?!"

Farah chirped with Keenan's exaggerated response to her. "What if you fell down, huh?!"

"Sister, I must be fine!"

Keenan prepared to raise his hand in the air, Farah dodged with his cry. "Not cool!"

"Where are you going?"

"Dating, right? Didn't you say you wanted to take me out?" Farah slightly raised both her eyes.

"Gdpa!" Keenan held back his laughter for a moment, he pulled Farah's hand and brought her back out of the residence.

Unwittingly both, there are four pairs of different eye positions paying attention to them. Among them was Uncle Tang, seeing the treatment of their young master lately. The middle-aged man of course felt suspicious about the relationship of the two. "Master has even dared to go one room with her, will this end happily?"

***

Shooting practice building, S city.

Dooorr!!

Dooorr!!

Farah was wide-eyed after being in a location that became the destination of her lover. "What the fuck?"

"Gdpa!!" Keenan again held back his laughter, he knew Farah would definitely be disappointed by his assumptions.

"Why are we here?!" Farah clasped her hands pursing her lips.

"Dating! Haha..." Keenan was so content to prank his girl.

"There's a date at the shooting practice?" Farah followed Keenan's footsteps moving inside. "Normal people dating in restaurants, romantic dinners. Go to the theater, the playground, the museum, not the shoot!!" sumpul Farah still condemned not to accept their current situation.

"I didn't say we were going on a date, did I?"

It felt like Farah was hitting her cousin's sister as hard and as much as she wanted. Keenan chuckled at Farah's response. "There, change your clothes!"

"Tydak!" Farah insisted not budge from her place.

"Alright, I count to ten, otherwise you are my target!" Keenan pulled out his revolver and prepared to aim at Farah.

"Aarrayghh!" Farah shouted between surprise and fear, she immediately ran towards the dressing room that had been prepared by some of Keenan's men.

Keenan chuckled shaking his head, he turned around and gave orders to his men to prepare the necessary necessities. It did not take long, Farah had changed her sweet clothes with casual clothes skinny jeans and crop top that fits her very well. Keenan smiled, his two neutrals could not be seen looking at Farah in amazement. 'You little fox, I really don't want to lose you...'

"Come here!" Keenan stuck out one of his hands to welcome the family's beloved daughter.

"Sheel!" murmured Farah softly, Keenan heard it and chuckled.

Keenan positioned himself shooting with a glock that would be used by his lover.

Dor's!

Very quickly the bullet penetrated the center point of the circle. Farah was stunned for a moment, either admiring the handsome man before her, or she was tempering her emotions. Keenan turned to look at Farah with a sweet smile clearly mapped there. Before long Keenan put ear dampers and protective glasses on Farah's body. The girl still did not flinch or respond.

"There's no harm in you learning things that can protect yourself like this!"

"I can't.." said Farah so softly, the two neutrals have condensed. However, he immediately brushed it off so that Keenan was unaware of Farah's current change in attitude. "Women aren't conscripted, are they?"

"Hehe..." Keenan rubbed Farah's head slowly. "I told you, there are many benefits that you can get from shooting. Some of them relieve stress, improve vision focus, and as a form of self-protection from threats!" Keenan brought himself closer and positioned behind Farah's body giving instructions to her woman.

"Just relax, if you're tense you can kill people for misdirection!"

Farah's heart beat was increasingly awkward, the feeling of pleasure and sadness blending into one.

"The most important thing when shooting is to aim at your target with your dominant eye. It is impossible if you use both eyes!" Keenan started educating her girls. "Know the weapon you are using, and align its position between the front and back. Focus your eyes on the shotgun before aiming at your target." Keenan also helps Farah hold her firearm.

"You need full concentration when aiming at a target!" Keenan helps Farah press the glock trigger and─

Dor's!

Both of Farah's eyes widened, the tinge of past events re-appeared him. The fall of the loud cladding sent Farah's mind back into the past. "Lad..."

Flashbacks...

Braaak!

"Master!"

One of Mr. Lee's men told his master they had a guest. Mr. Lee understood, it was just that right now his daughter was beside him. "Farah Darling, Papa comes a co-worker. You hide under this table first." said Mr. Lee Choi or Farah's father gently to his daughter who just came home from school and took time to visit his father's office.

"Why hide, Papa?" asked Little Farah confused.

"Because," Mr. Lee was confused as to what it should look like. "It should be, in working hours Papa doesn't bring a child."

"Just for a moment, Papa promises after this we will go to─"

Dor's!

"Fuck up!!"

Flashback...

-- To be continue ---