My husband turned out to be the Mafia Boss

My husband turned out to be the Mafia Boss
Chapter 138 Defeated



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The Jelangkung bar is increasingly irritated when the figure of the apartment owner has not also appeared in front of the eyes repeatedly pressing the horn button but not also heard.


BUGH


"Damn what Tio did to ignore me like this...!" as if Mr. Farhan hit the driver of his car.


"We just go out, baby, maybe Tio is in the bathroom" said Jons positive thinking, trying to calm her husband but the king of the Devils is getting angry that his mind has raged into the forest in the middle of nowhere. Thinking about her little daughter being alone with the jones made her unable to think clearly.


"I'm going out to climb up the gate" he replied with a steady heart and opened the car door but was held back by Jons.


"Are you kidding? are you seriously going to climb that high wall? I don't want to hurt Prince...!" although Jons knew that the Demon King could climb, her husband never did the job.


"Daddy can climb?" Hamas and Azhar stared at each other with furrowed brows doubting his Daddy's ability to climb the gate with a sharp iron tip, Mr. Farhan chuckled as he looked at the three very important people in his life doubting him completely broke him.


"Ck! you two are very dismissive of Daddy well.just look at you guys will be surprised later" replied Mr. Farhan smiling demon. He then got off the car followed by Jons with two Devil's shells.


"Hehehehe they must not have expected if I could go up the gate there" he muttered slowly walking forward more precisely towards the gate of the Tio Apartment.


Jons, Hamas, and Azhar observe Mr. Farhan by folding his two hands over his stomach.


The noble Lord Farhan held each hollow iron and raised his foot in the bottom hole he did so many times until it came to the sharp top.


"Don't embarrass yourself in front of them Devil you can and it's easy for you.." Mr. Farhan encouraged himself.


Both of his hands held two sides under the conical iron that was like the tip of a spear his entire strength was at one point which was on his two arms while his two legs slowly rose upwards and landed flat on the ground top of the sharp iron pile.


"Prince be careful" worried Jons even though he knew that her husband could but the worry for someone he loved would always be there.


"Daddy careful!" yell Hamas and Azhar together. The two boys closed their eyes with both their hands afraid that their Daddy would be impaled with a sharp object even very sharp.


The pain in his thighs and calves with all his might the Demon King tried to lift one leg again but before that he moved one hand a little far from where it was. And when both of his legs are resting on a sharp object and...


BUGH


"Prince!"


"Daddy "


They shouted when they saw Mr. Farhan's body was out of balance and immediately fell but who would have thought when opening the eyes of the burly man in front of them was mediocre and even landed perfectly.


"It's okay, Daddy's fine." Mr. Farhan smiled faintly at Jons and his two sons. They breathed a sigh of relief to see the man they cared about unharmed but within seconds they saw droplets of fresh blood flowing down from Mr. Farhan's palm.


"Prince you're hurt!" jons shouted frantically as he ran closer towards the gate that was still tightly closed. Hamas and Azhar ran behind Jons.


Mr. Farhan chuckled, This small injury alone could make Jons worry about him he was like wanting to get hurt again in order to see Aranya's love for him.


"Oh my God, Ara, when wounds like this are common to Mafia people, why is his face so panicked like that" whispered Mr. Farhan with sparkling eyes.


Maybe what the Jelangkung bullion thinks is crazy but according to the bucin people acute level will do something crazy to see the love of the idol.


"I'm fine don't worry about me, you guys wait here Daddy will go inside" replied Mr. Farhan turned around and walked towards the entrance of the Apartment.


Tok tok tok tok tok tok


Tok tok tok tok tok tok


Mr. Farhan knocked on the door but there was no word from the inside and was forced to grab the phone in the pocket of the front jeans and look for the number Tio pressed the call button.


When the call connected Mr. Farhan immediately shouted at Tio making Tio surprised and immediately rushed out and when he opened the door how surprised to see his young master was already at the door while Jons and the little young Master were still outside the gate. Sipping his saliva rough when he saw the sharp gaze like an Eagle who wanted to pounce on its prey.


"Hurry and open the gates, Tio!" test Mr. Farhan in a cold tone he then walked into the Apartment without Tio's consent.


"I'm like I'm being caught perverted with their daughter alone" Tio's inner self.


Tio then opened the gate and invited Jons and the curl in but before entering the two Devil's curls gave a sharp look at Tio making Tio's guts shrink instantly.


"Huh! wrong again" muttered Tio coming inside but his eyes caught the blood above the ground his forehead shriveled in wonder he shrugged his shoulders indifferently.


He walked into his apartment.


"Where are you, baby?" indeed the Demon King became a father on standby, in addition to the thought of making a new branch he also did not forget to keep his daughter who was entangled by the charm of an adult man like Tio.


Aulia who heard her Daddy's voice calling her name immediately went to look for the origin of Mr. Farhan's voice.


"Daddy!" he called Aulia and went into the arms of the king of devils.


"Why did Daddy come here?" aulia asked innocently making Mr. Farhan exhale heavily.


"Lia's Daddy's daughter so Daddy's here to pick up Aulia baby.let's go home" replied Mr. Farhan gently he unraveled his embrace observing his daughter's suddenly moody face.


"Lia wants to be here with Uncle Tio" he said with a sad face looking down at Mr. Farhan's face with teary eyes.


"Start the action, basic acting queen" mocked Mr. Farhan in heart.


"Well Daddy will sleep here with Lia" resigned Mr. Farhan, Aulia smiled widely.


"Lia loves Daddy" she's strident. Accidentally seeing blood droplets on the white floor made Aulia stare worriedly at Mr. Farhan.


"Daddy face? there it is" Aulia immediately looked for the source of the wound on Mr. Farhan's body her eyes were rounded when she saw a big scratch on his Daddy's palm.


"Daddy!" yelled Aulia who was already crying in fear. "hiks, hiks. Daddy why huhuhuhuhu, is this if Lia...? Daddy's in pain" his tears broke putting his Daddy's hand on his lap.


"Hahahaha, it's okay baby, this doesn't hurt. It's not Lia's fault" he replied and hugged his little princess back. Before long Jons and the others came to approach the two.


"Prince, I will treat your wounds first.., Tio please take the medicine box well" Pinta Jons was worried that he was crouching in front of Mr. Farhan and Aulia. Aulia then took off Mr. Farhan's embrace and walked towards her two brothers.


Tio immediately retrieved the medicine box that was inside his room. He also felt guilty that his young master was hurt because of him.


"Abang, Daddy, why did you get hurt...?" aulia asked, looking at the faces of her two brothers, she was still crying.


"Don't cry Ria, Daddy's strong wounds it's okay" Azhar replied, calming her younger sister's embrace tightly and Hamas helped.


"Daddy had climbed up the gate accidentally nudged a sharp object until injured, do not worry Mommy will immediately treat Daddy's wound" explained Hamas stroking Aulia's hair. The centil nodded his head understanding.


Tio immediately carried the white medicine box with the red-colored image walking briskly towards Mister Farhan and Jons.


"This is Jons, better medicine on the couch alone" explained Tio handed p3k and immediately picked up by Jons.


"Thank you" Jons replied, nodding slowly and walking towards the living room sofa.


"I told you to be careful so this is a big wound again, it must hurt even though I knew a wound like this was only a minor wound for a Mafia king but still it hurts next time do not be stubborn in numbers..., you too Tio has been at the horn from earlier did not hear what you did inside?!" jons grumbled while treating Mr. Farhan's wounds as they sat on the sofa.


"Basic mom!" their compactness made Jons stare sharply.


"Don't repeat Prince, I'm afraid to see you hurt" Jons said with a sad look on his teary eyes.


"Mommy must have loved Daddy so much" muttered the three haggard Devils inwardly staring at the haru of Mommy's affection towards Mr. Farhan.


"If this makes you love me more and more then every day I will get hurt but I can't see you crying Ara.., I will definitely be careful, so that your tears don't fall again" replied Mr. Farhan with a faint smile kissing the old Jons' forehead.


All there who heard the demon lord's chatter were so touched that even Tio and the three rioters also cried.


"Hiks, hiks. I'll follow in Daddy's footsteps, the words are very beautiful to hear maybe many girls will cry later huhuhu" Azhar chirped.


Moments of haru immediately plummeted to hear Azhar's curse making them pat their eels.


"Basic boy!" hamas and Azhar.


"Can I laugh now? you little young master" Tio chanted inwardly.


"Tonight we will sleep here Tio, accompany Aulia because she does not want to go home, you are okay right...? even if you don't agree I won't ask for your approval, I'm also forced to sleep here all for my daughter's sake" clearly Mr. Farhan looked flat on Tio's face while Jons still faithfully wrapped gauze on the palm of her husband's hand.


"It's okay Young master.., I'm even glad young master wants to sleep in my small apartment" said Tio smiling clumsily.


"Daddy turns out to be arrogant as well" three-crystalline inner.


"Young master sat down first I'll cook for our dinner" Tio was about to stand up but was immediately restrained by Jons.


"No need Tio let's order it.., I don't want to take care of you" Tio nodded in agreement he was also afraid that his cooking did not suit his young master's very arrogant taste.


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