Mr. Mobster
#Go Home
Mr. Mafia 80s
Hayo ... fast-fasting on requesting first night rations Mark and Irene 🤣
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All over, the story of Mark and Irene who was originally so Irony, now turned into a sweet story. What about Kian and Areta. Will they be the same, not sure. Areta's brain was already filled with suspicion wrapped in vigilance. From afar he saw Kian's face return, looking at him with a dark and sharp expression.
Whether the sweet nature will change along with the blandness of their relationship. I don't know, maybe only time will tell.
The party was over, Addison and Elma who were special guests became the last people to say goodbye to the owner of the house.
Addison seemed to be looking for something, he hoped that Areta would show him the trunk of her nose, and be as sweet as before in the makeup room Irene, she said, but that hope was dashed when her baby did not appear.
"Thank you, Uncle." Irene spoke while holding the hand of her husband, who was also smiling.
"Yes .. I have considered you as my children, thank you for taking care of Areta all this time" he replied.
"That's my responsibility, Pa," said Kian confidently. Though the beginning of their meeting was the thing that Areta hated the most. But however undeniable, now the sense between them has grown with the intensity of their meetings and struggles in bed.
As Addison said goodbye, Areta stared blankly at her father. He hoped to wipe out all his hatred, but the dislike was raised as he wanted to run closer to Addison. It was as if there was guilt to the mother that made her stop to—close.
After her father left, Areta came down from the stairs, with a casual dress with black heels with a height of three centimeters, a large round hat and wide black glasses, he approached towards Kian and the others, he approached, his steps came to a halt when he had arrived right before the thirty-year-old man.
"I want to go back to my town, I just want to visit my mother's grave, are you going to stop me?" areta said casually, taking off her sunglasses and stuffing them into the black handbag she was holding on her wrist.
Kian looked speechless looking at his wife from top to bottom, who looked neat with all-black stelan.
"I'll accompany you, Miss!" Suddenly Mark scowled and made everyone stare straight at him.
"No need, you just got married. If you go straight to work, then Irene will be glaring at me all year long" Areta said plainly.
"Let me be with you" Kian said.
Everyone in this house knows if the relationship between husband and wife has now been stretched like a rope that is almost broken, of course it also made everyone worried that if Areta left Kian, it was possible that her cruel war would reappear, it could even get worse if it really happened.
During the trip to the small town called Boegenfill, the two of them kept quiet. Areta agrees to be ushered in by Kian but on condition that there will not be a single bodyguard participating in their match this time—and Kian accepts that. Areta just wants to go to the funeral of the mother in a calm and peaceful atmosphere.
"Ehm ...." Kian had to once again bother to clamor just to break the silence between the two of them. "Are you still mad at me?" his question with the steering control was still within his power.
"No." Areta only said briefly.
Only that sentence they uttered during the journey, the rest of them returned in their own daydreams, until they reached the small village where Areta had lived since she was born.
"Why did you choose your little house? We can stay at the hotel, it'll be more comfortable, won't we?" tanya Kian, looked seriously at the wife when their car had stopped.
"If you want. You can stay in a hotel, without me!" sahut Areta, while opening the car door.
Kian opened his mouth to answer Areta's words, but he quickly closed it again and chose silence, avoiding a dispute between the two of them.
Areta inserted the key to her house that she had deliberately brought, and turned the doorknob, when the house was open, the smell of dampness that the house was out piercing the nose, managed to make Kian's sense of smell disturbed, Kian's sense of smell was disturbed, and he coughed at it, with the opening of Kian fanning his palms into his nose, with the aim that the smell was gone. Areta just stared cynically at him, and did not help her husband who was having trouble breathing.
He opened the door of the mother's room which looked dark without lighting, then he walked towards the window to open the old blue curtains that were getting worn. Areta sat on the mother's bed, then stroked the sprai that was still the same as the last one her mother wore.
'I'm home, Mom. Reta miss'
Areta muttered inwardly, with a faint smile yet there was a streak of sadness that she was unable to hide.
Kian who is still outside prepares his lungs and breathes as much fresh air as possible. He stepped in, scanned every room of the plot in the house, the last time he came here when he picked up and forced Areta to go home, he continued to sweep every room, he continued to sweep every room, in his heart, he lived a lifetime of luxury, a comfortable room with whatever he asked for only once he could easily get. But not for Areta, maybe she had to work hard first, even for one small wish.
Kian found the wife had fallen asleep in one of the dark whitewashed rooms, probably because the room had not been renovated for years, so it looked dark and damp.
Suddenly he had the idea to paint this entire house, he went out to find a paint shop in this village area. Just as he had just stepped out, suddenly a middle-aged woman familiar to him seemed to approach.
"You're Areta's husband, aren't you?" tanyakanya.
Kian painstakingly collected the memory just to remember who this woman before him was, and was right. She is Della, next door to Areta's house.
Smiling back at the woman's question.
"Did Areta come home too?" tanyakanya.
"Yes." Yeah." He answered briefly, then thought about asking Della if there was a paint shop nearby. "Do you know, in this area there's a paint shop?" tanyakanya.
"Cat, huh?" Della thought a little, then suddenly she exclaimed. "Two blocks from this village there is a large store for household needs, maybe in that place there is paint" he replied again.
"I'll try it" said Kian, about to go to his car.
"Are you going to paint this house?" ask Della, curious.
"Yes ...." Kian answered straightforwardly. Then get in his fancy car.
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Besambir~
Want Lebaran to paint the house first yes, Gaes 🤣
Hope their relationship improves, Wak. 💋 I do not like if there are couples who fight during the fasting month.
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Eits ... Don't forget the Vote. 🧐
Thanks,
New Wu.
