Mr. Mobster
#Jealous?
Mr. The 19th mafia
Areta continued to roar as Kian's body had squeezed.
No. .. he shouldn't be this sad, but why his tears seemed reluctant to stop. Aretas! You should be happy if he dies, you can be free of this mafia! Areta ....
Areta was still drowning in her grief when Mark and the other Kian men came and found her boss bleeding.
"Miss relax! Boss won't do anything!" The man continued to pacify Areta who was still roaring lamenting Kian.
"Don't leak! If Boss is dying, because it could invite enemies or even this could all be an easy target for The Rock!" ask Mark to his subordinates.
They all took Kian to the hospital, and Areta also followed him with a bloodstained shirt and a full face, occasionally sweeping tears with one hand.
Kian has been in intensive care and the doctors are ready to do their job to remove the bullet projectile that resides in the left back and abdomen Kian.
It certainly makes Areta and everyone seem to hold their breath, what if this is all fatal and can take the life of Kian. That cruel man.
Areta sat so anxiously waiting for the doctor to deliver good or bad news, she continued to put on a riled face that was contrary to her feelings of hatred for Kian. Could this be a feeling or an expression of gratitude for having saved her or this is another feeling. I don't know, the girl couldn't digest it at all.
"Coffee for you, Miss. I see you're so riled up by boss Kian's situation." Mark offered a glass of capucinno to the girl. "Look, this is not the first time boss Kian is dying, he once fell from the seventh floor of all buildings and he can also survive, he is like a cat who has nine lives" he added, trying to calm Areta down.
"Fall down from the seventh floor?" Areta does not believe what Mark says.
"Yes ... in order to save a girl, but dear, the girl he tried to save must die because together fell with boss Kian."
"Who is he?"
As if reluctant to answer Areta's questions, Mark switched the conversation by asking Areta to go home to change clothes.
"Go home, Miss! We'll take care of our boss, Miss must be so scared and tired!" mark's orders.
"But what you're calling boss, he's my husband" replied Areta, which made Mark feel awkward.
"Alright Miss, I won't discourage you, but I'll ask my men to buy you a clean shirt," mark said while scanning Areta's clothes covered with fresh blood belonging to Kian.
Areta nodded in agreement at the suggestion said by Mark. He also can not continue to wear clothes full of blood stains, is not it. After all this will invite questions for those who see him.
***
After waiting for about three hours, a doctor came out of a room, approaching those who were waiting anxiously for the condition of Kian Jhon Fransis Egan.
the doctor wearing a blue suit opened the mask covering his nose, a smile on his lips. The doctor is Shane, the doctor who took care of Kian.
"Mr Shane, how is it?" Areta seemed impatient to hear from Kian.
Shane let out a long sigh, as if preparing a word for those who were waiting.
"Thankfully, Kian has escaped from the critical, the projectile lodged in his stomach just grazed on the stomach, while the one on his back does not cause fatal things, because it is not exposed to the intimate organs of Kian," obviously Shane, then patted Areta on the shoulder, which seemed to sigh in relief. "Calm down, your husband will be fine!"
"In the near future, Kian will be moved to the usual treatment room" Shane added.
From a distance a familiar figure came in a wheelchair accompanied by a woman who pushed him from the back of his wheelchair.
"Maland ... Shane ... How's Kianku doing?" he said with a hunting breath, as if he was afraid of the situation.
"Relaxed Irene, Kian had passed her critical period, and Areta was also waiting for her from earlier here. You better go home! Your health is not restored!" shane commands with a tone of emphasis.
"No—" he said, then looked at Areta with a grinning look, and again looked at Shane's eyes. "I wouldn't if, when Kian came to his senses. He didn't see me and he'll look for me!" spray again.
"Just relax, Irene! It was me, Areta and Mark who were guarding Kian" Shane said, trying to get Irene home.
"No—" he replied again. "I'll stay here waiting for Kianku!"
"As far as you go" Shane murmured softly, then left them.
***
It did not take long, Kian had been in the vvip treatment room of the luxurious hospital with a soft rajang as if he was not in the hospital ward, but was in the hospital ward, he was in a five star hotel.
Kian began to show his awareness, his hands began to move his hands, Irene who was sitting next to the bed immediately put on a face of sumringah, while Areta, who asked Irene to sit on a long sofa chair not far from them, was no less happy, she was grateful that the husband who married her two days ago had come to her senses.
"Irene!" Kian's voice seemed softly calling the woman beside him. Deftly Irene cupped Kian's hand and said softly.
"I'm here, baby," she replied.
Areta who was in the room frowned in surprise. She was the legal wife of the man lying weak, but why did her mouth bear another name.
Sick? Yes ... for some reason his heart seems like it is sliced, she is like a woman who is not considered. It was as if Areta had forgotten that Kian only thought of her as a pet and nothing more. Might as well. Irene was the one she loved all along, but why wasn't Irene the one she married. But why did he choose himself?
The thought swirled in Areta's brain. What kind of relationship the two of them had, Irene also tried several times to get Areta to leave the house. Is this forbidden love?
Areta got up from her seat, and drew closer to Kian who was still weakly lying. Kian and Irene looked at Areta who was walking towards them.
"You've come to your senses, so .. My guilt is gone, thank you for saving me, I'm home ...."
Areta walked away without caring for Kian who kept looking at her with an icy gaze.
"Have my pet been here since?" ask Kian.
Ti–no ... he just arrived, and now he's gone after seeing you realize, is that the wife you're proud of Kian?" answered Irene, but she knew very well that from the beginning Areta was waiting for Kian until she realized.
***
"Areta ..why are you hurt, isn't he conscious and soon healed, then why do you feel your soul is empty!" Areta continued to curse herself in the heart, as if she was resisting the strange feeling that had begun to be embedded in her heart.
