Mr. Mobster
#Last Time Marla and Addison
Mr. Mafia 81s
"Areta!"
Hearing the voice of someone calling out to her, Areta blinked her eyes. He looked at the gloomy ceiling of his mother's room.
'I'm asleep?'
Inwardly, he went out of the room to meet the man who had called him.
As she exits, she has found Della next door neighbor, the middle-aged woman was her best friend while her mother was alive, thus making Areta so respectful.
"Mom Della" he said, looking warmly at the middle-aged woman.
Della immediately stood up, tightly hugging Areta's body that looked fresh and not thin anymore, Della let go. The embrace, then looked at Areta from head to toe. Seeing the clothes that Areta was wearing, made Della breathe a sigh of relief—Areta was treated well by her husband.
"Are you happy?" ask Della to make sure.
"Yes ... Reta was happy," she replied, she was a little confused by the middle-aged woman's question.
They were sitting next to each other in the brown reot chair in the living room of Areta's house. Della scans the old house, and her eyes stop when she sees Areta doing the same.
"This house is old, and not habitable" said the woman who had been wrinkled in several corners of her face.
Areta nodded as if following Della's words. "You must have lived a happy life with a luxurious and warm house, and good people with you" he continued.
Now Areta did not nod, but her bead eyes immediately looked at the shade of Della who seemed to have a sad expression.
"You don't need your father, either, because your husband looks good and rich" Della said.
Instantly Areta frowned, from which Della knew—if her father was a wealthy man.
"Also?" Areta seemed to affirm Della's words.
Della nodded gently, then looked back at the rest of the house.
"Some time ago, Add—dia came here, looking for you. Like a frustrated person."
"My dad?" ask Areta curiously. He was answered by Della.
"But since I only know, you're married and don't know where your house is, I'm telling you what I know."
Areta was speechless a thousand languages, her mouth was locked.
"There was sadness in her eyes, when she found out that you weren't here anymore, even more so, when I said, '—your mother is gone" Della said. "I feel sorry for Addison" continued Della, as if to tell a story about her father and mother.
"Pity, about?" Areta answered only a few words.
Della seemed to be staring and scavenging for memories of her past.
"Your father, Add. He's a good man, he accepts your mother for who she is, who is a childless widow. Until he was kicked out of his house. Add, is a rich man's son—because he chose your mother, he let go of his family."
Areta seemed dumbfounded by Della's words, because her mother had never told her father the bad or good in her life, as if Marla wanted to bury him deeply in Addison's memory. As Areta knows, her father's name is Addison without knowing her background.
"Add is five years younger than your mother" he explained. "When your mother was seven months pregnant. Because Addison is just a jobless laborer, whose salary can only be for daily meals—Marla drives him away." Della's words made Areta like she was struck by lightning. Why did his mother throw his father out? What harm.
"Me–shrink—" Areta looks laid out.
"Yes, because your father can't meet your needs, and Marla is afraid that if, she and you will be a burden to your father," she told the dark story of her parents.
"Is that a good reason for my father to leave us?" ask Areta.
"Add's been home a few times, but your mother never welcomed him well, not even to see you, not allowed by your mother."
"So, last I heard, if Addison was in jail for helping with drug dealing, we haven't heard from your father since then, and only found out yesterday when he came and wanted to find you," obviously Della.
"A–apu ...." Areta can't say anything anymore.
"If you see him, or meet him someday, don't hate him. Because he's been trying to make your mother happy, but it's Marla who doesn't want to be with your father."
Areta was speechless, unable to say anything, her tears spilling over her cheeks. Suddenly his memory returned as he treated his father badly all along.
Maybe Addison looked cruel and cruel, but—ia did it just to survive as a mafia, because the mafia world is the cruelest world, who is not strong. He will be torn apart and killed in a terrible way. Just like Kian, her husband. He was a cruel man as was Addison Areta's father. But the longer he knew Kian, the more warmth he felt, perhaps the more gloomy he looked with his opponent, but not with his wife Areta.
"Hope you find your father soon!" Della rubs Areta's back. "Oia .. Have you and your husband eaten? I saw he was busy looking for a paint shop" he continued.
"Paint shop?" Areta grew increasingly surprised, she wiped her tears with her own hands. "Why did he buy paint?" ask Areta again.
Della scanned the old house again. "Maybe for this house, he wanted to make this house look alive."
Suddenly the sound of a car came and stopped right in front of Areta's house.
Black luxury car that Areta knows who the owner of the thing is. Not long Kian came out wearing a shirt and shorts, until he managed to make Areta frown.
'Since when did he have such casual clothes? He looks young when he wears it'
Areta sat down, and watched Kian who seemed busy opening the trunk of her car, then put in a bucket of paint one by one.
"Hi." he said, with a slight breath of gasping.
"For what? And whose clothes are you wearing?" ask Areta wonder.
He looked at himself, then smiled awkwardly. "Is it inappropriate?"
Areta did not answer, but her gaze was instead fixed on some bucket of paint that her husband brought. "What is all this for?"
"To paint your house" he answered, then suddenly he approached Areta, cupping her cheek gently. "You're crying, why? Who hurt you?"
"I told you about her father and mother's past" said Della, who was still sitting in the living room chair.
He looked at his wife's face, then hugged her. "If you don't want your father, I won't force it."
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