Mr. Mobster
#Maintenance
With Areta's resigned feeling of walking down the brown painted rotary staircase, he resigned if Kian would do the inappropriate thing again. Areta's bruised face tried to cover her with her straight black long hair, in an attempt to keep Kian from questioning where the wound was coming from.
Slowly Areta opened the door with a heart-day she peeked for a moment to see what the owner of the house was doing.
He saw Kian was sitting casually with a black kimono towel holding some paper, on the table was a cup of coffee and a brown cigar as if as a table decorator.
Mata Kian caught Areta's arrival, but he only saw at a glance, after which he again noticed the papers in front of him.
"Come in!" Kian said without looking at Areta who seemed still frightened.
The girl entered carefully and stood before Kian.
"In the meantime, I'm busy with some trivial problems in my shopping center, I think I want to sell it, because it's enough to take up my time."
Areta is confused, why Kian told her about her work problems. They had just known each other, in the first meeting that also made Areta become hateful to this man. But Areta just silently did not answer Kian's words.
The man placed the file and pen on the table, then stood up and removed the towel kimono strap. Surprised, Areta closed her eyes with both hands.
"Why are you ashamed? Haven't you seen everything that's on me?" kian said, staring flat at Areta's face.
"Hurry and shower me!" he orders again, while walking to the bathroom.
Areta was fixated on staring at the innocent body of Kian who was without a thread attached to her delicate skin.
With doubt Areta walked behind Kian who walked firmly and raised her head.
Kian standing right under the shower, warm water out of there, the steam out to fill the bathroom.
"Sabuni me!" his orders in a flat tone.
Areta resignedly accepted it, she had no other choice, after all she will leave here this afternoon. So let's just say it's a memento for Kian.
Suddenly as Kian's body filled with soap foam, Kian pulled Areta's waist, with one hand while the other hand seemed to be ruffled.
He looked intently at Areta's eyes as if he wanted to intimidate the girl with his brown bead. He wiggled his head right and left creating a splash of water coming out of his hair to hit Areta's face, Areta's clothes were also soaked so as to display the curves of the body like a violin without strings.
That made Areta embarrassed and she consciously covered her sensitive part with her bare hands.
"What are you covering for me, Areta?"
Areta just looked down silently not answering Kian's question. The man looked riled up because it was as if Areta did not want to be around him. He was being nice to this girl.
"Why don't you answer my question? Is your mouth mute? Kian raised Areta's head by raising her chin with his hands.
The bruise is clearly visible on the left corner of Areta's lips, the temple also appears blue, carefully looking for wounds in other parts, Areta's arms and legs also appear red. Makes it uncomfortable.
"Why is your body bruised?" ask Kian, firmly. "Try me, who beat you up?"
"Ti-no sir, I-I slipped, was–"
Areta's answer seemed nervous and frightened, as if she was hiding something.
"Answer! Who did it to you?!" ask again.
Areta only shook her head weakly, she was really afraid of opening her mouth because of the threat from Silda.
Kian turns off the water faucet, then takes a towel for himself and Areta.
"Take off your shirt, put this on. Soon someone will deliver you a clean shirt!"
Areta followed Kian's words by taking off her clothes when Kian came out of the bathroom. He tied up the oversized looking kimono towel because it was Kian's.
Slowly he came out, his eyes were immediately fixed on Kian who had been sitting on the edge of his big bed.
"Come here! I'll treat your wounds" said Kian gently.
Areta approached him with a feeling of anxiety, she was afraid that the events of last night would repeat themselves. When Kian snatched the crown he had guarded all his life.
Kian treated Areta's wounds very carefully, it made Areta's heart seem to stop beating, so he had to hold his breath because of it.
"Tell me who did this to you?"
Areta's mouth immediately locked, she did not dare to reveal who had wronged her.
"You are under my protection, you need not be afraid to tell me everything that has happened to you here.Your life is in my hands," said Kian with his hands still busy pressing Areta's face.
Areta closed her eyes as Kian exhaled and swept Areta's face.
"Scent mint, yes ... This smells mint, when he just sucked a cigar, but why is there no smell of nicotine that is triggered by the smell of his mouth," murmured Areta.
"It's over, you stay here! Waiting for your clean clothes to come. I'll change my own clothes."
No need to wait a few minutes, someone knocked on the door.
"Lake in!" kian's command in a cold tone of voice, was completely different as he spoke to Areta.
"Boss ... This is Miss Areta's clothes," said the waiter glanced at Areta who was sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Give it to her!"
"Good."
The beautiful navy dress is perfect for Areta's white skin without blemishes, but unfortunately in some parts of the girl's body looks bruised.
When Kian's eyes grabbed Areta's visual that was so beautiful, he unconsciously said softly, "Beautiful." Kian's voice was so small that Areta could not hear Kian's voice.
"A ready? Come have breakfast with me!"
More and more stout walking, the man looked dashing with a three-piece navy stelan and white shirt as the inside but without a tie as a sweetener. They look like a couple because they wear clothes of the same color.
Irene had been waiting for them, her eyes fixed on Areta who was trailing behind Kian.
"Silver!" call Kian, the woman immediately ran towards her boss with lightning speed.
"I'm the boss."
"You know who made Areta's body like this?" tanya Kian, let out a very frightening murderous air.
"Ti-no boss–" he replied nervously.
"Find out, if caught. Throw him into the shark tank that's in the back!"
"Ba-good Boss–"
Walking back to the dining table, he sat next to Irene. While Areta just stood behind Kian who was already sitting.
"Why are you standing?" tanya Kian frowned looking at Areta's face.
Deftly Areta immediately grabbed the chair and sat quietly.
"You seem to be paying a lot of attention to Areta, 'yes?"
"Of course .. because he is my pet" Kian replied.
"maintenance!" muttered Areta, her hands clenched with hatred, her whole life she had never been treated like this.
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