Mr. Mobster
#Addison's Visit 1
Mr. Mafia 77s
Irene arranges for Kian, not believing that the mobster will let him go, and chooses the man she loves. The woman's eye beads shed tears when she imagined her marriage to Mark.
Mark seemed to freeze, hearing the words of marriage spoken from the lips of his boss. He did know very well that from the beginning Kian had a taste for Irene.
"So ... when is the wedding?" chirp Areta, who made six pairs of eyes instantly stare at the woman's face full of Meaning.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Areta frowned adding a soft question sentence to the three of them.
"Ti–no, Areta. I'm just a little surprised. I'll go back to the room" Irene said, stepping away. He looked embarrassed, but a happy image was clearly on his face.
When Irene's shadow had walked out of the room. Kian stared intently at Mark who was still silent, locking his mouth tightly.
"Are you sure you can make Irene happy?" hissing approached Mark, so Areta could not hear his words.
Quickly the man nodded, all he thought at the moment was to accompany the always lonely Irene. Actually the seed of love has appeared for a long time, but just because of a professionalism in the work, Mark put it all aside.
"You know what consequences you'll get if Irene isn't happy?" ask Kian so that Mark can think twice if he wants to marry Irene.
"Yes, I'm ready!" exclaimed Mark, making Areta immediately look towards them.
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Irene and Mark's decision has been unanimous, they are planning the wedding in less than a week. Everyone seems to be busy with their second marriage. Unlike the marriage of Areta and Kian which was all made in one night, yet so perfect in the eyes of the people. As if it was prepared carefully.
Areta was still pensive in front of the window facing the courtyard of the house. Paying attention to the subordinates Kian is arranging the garden, according to Irene's request, he wants—if the wedding is held at home with the concept of garden party only.
The gentle pats make Areta's daydreams crumble. Kian stood beside her, a gentle smile that made his handsome face like a play in a television drama that could be easily seen by Areta.
"Why are you daydreaming?" tanyakanya.
Areta simply smiled and shook her head gently, she embraced her husband, struggling spoiled.
"Do you want to repeat our wedding reception, with the theme of the garden party?" ask again.
"No, I was just thinking. How happy Irene is now, she's been expecting you for years" replied Kian's wife.
He took a deep breath, then gently stroked Areta's hair. He also noticed the busy workers. "Irene also deserves to be happy, just like you. I promise to make you happy."
"Your father has returned home." He gave good news to Areta. But it was even responded cynically by the woman.
"I really don't care" he said briefly.
"After all, he's your real father, Areta."
"Lalu—"
"Let's visit, and deliver Irene and Mark's wedding invitations" Kian said.
"Hah ... You mean, I have to go back to that house? The house where I was held. Place—where The Rock killed Anddrea?!" Areta let go of her hug on Kian and walked towards the bed, she sat with her eyes straight ahead.
"No, Kian. I'm not gonna do it. My life is happy now, with you. Just—with you."
"But he's dad ...."
"Enough!" sahut Areta cut Kian's sentence. "Leave me alone, Kian!" added again. Kian can only resign and obey the orders of the wife. And go out their room.
Areta covered her face with both her hands, a teary-eyed bulge slid out in the gap of her two eyeballs, she could not—cover it. He misses, but the pain he suffers makes him not ready to accept his father.
Until suddenly the phone that he had put on the nightstand, sounded. He deliberately glanced over to ascertain who was doing the grill for him. A number he didn't know, without taking a long time. Areta snatched the touch-screen object, and urged it to take the call.
"City ...."
"Hallo, Areta." A soft voice came out from behind the phone. It was a familiar voice, but I don't know where he had heard it.
"Who?"
"I'm Elma."
Areta's blood boiled instantly, she quickly closed the call. He refused to hear the words of his stepmother.
After putting her phone back on the nightstand, Areta decided to leave the house for a breath of fresh air, she wanted to help the workers who were busy with flower arranging.
He went down the stairs slowly, all the servants who saw him immediately lowered their heads quickly, truly a perfect life. Areta used to be just an invisible dust grain. Now she is the hostess of this magnificent, moreover she is also the child of a large mafia who is predicted to rule various sectors of the world's black market.
Areta remained in her stance, she was still an ordinary human being. They are both created from the ground and will re-unite with the land when death embraces it. She is not necessarily arrogant and arrogant, she is still a innocent and graceful woman who as people see, only she already has the courage, if she does not agree on something, he said, he'll dodge it.
He walked out towards the courtyard in the garden party area. He volunteered to help arrange the flowers, of course it made the workers very happy.
A wiggle touched Areta's wrist, Areta's eyes immediately swept over the figure. Irene was already standing next to him with the most amiable smile, which Areta had never known.
"Thank you's. All thanks to you."
"Me?" Areta points a finger to her chest for not believing Irene's words. The woman who used to be his rival nodded. "What have I done, Irene?" ask again.
"I'm so happy, will you be my sister?" Irene hugged Areta.
"Hah—" Areta was shocked to almost disbelief, all this time she really wanted to have a sister. Quickly he nodded, agreeing with Irene's words.
Suddenly a luxury car in metallic blue entered the area of this luxury house. Making the two of them sharpen their eyes to see who the master of the luxury car was.
Two middle-aged humans came out of the car, making Areta almost squeal in surprise, her hands covering her own mouth in disbelief, with what she saw.
The Rock and his wife came with only three bodyguards.
"Isn't that your father?" Irene glanced at Areta who was still silent and was reluctant to answer Irene's question.
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