My match Mafia 1000 Stories

Second House

The cafe closed at about 20:30 p.m., and it's 20:11 p.m.

Just a matter of fingers of the customers who were still staying, we waited for them all to come out to close the cafe. Today there is a discussion with all employees, discussing a strategy to reverse the threat, there are several problems that must be resolved.

Sitting in front of the bar with 5 other people, Dio in the bar, about 2 people are in the kitchen and another one is still serving customers, Zaidan, who is still serving, he was very active with a friendly face full of cheerfulness.

"We're gonna close soon, okay?"

"It's just a few minutes away."

"I have a bad feeling at this last minute."

Wawan who started the conversation, the person who first answered him was Raihan, and continued by Denra who held his chest with a face like restless.The age of the two of them (Raihan, Denra) was in the 30s.

"Calm down, don't worry too much, this kind of problem should be common for all of us? let destiny proceed as it has been determined, we will remain in the establishment."

I said that when I saw Denra like that. Denra nodded understandingly and relaxed more.

"To be honest I'm not worried, but I'm confused."

"Bungry because of what?"

Giving an explanation, I questioned what Denra meant.

"... you know, right?.... I, it's possible ... can tear them apart brutally again like that time? I'm confused as to what I'll be like this time in dealing with them if I defy?"

His eyes were glaring with blank stares and cold sweat, making the pressure force silence, then re-imagining the incident he meant.

Exactly 3 months ago, a conglomerate came to this cafe with his bodyguard, approximately 20 big-bodied people.it was not the first time they came but for the 3rd time, the 3rd time, offers narcotics and alcohol distribution in this cafe.

In the first arrival, they offered and we refused and then went to greet him back.The second arrival was not much different, but the benefits he gave increased, increasing, the girls were offered they would give as much as possible.we still rejected it well but firmly, they then left.

Letters were left that contained photos and proof of yourself that used to be involved when you were still a Mafia.

Their goal is not just to circulate narcotics in our cafe, more than that who invites to join them in the dark business, they really want you for some reason that is still not fully revealed.

The culmination was in the third arrival, when they said they would threaten to displace and destroy this cafe, spread our information all to the public, it already included customers in the Mafia world. the way they forced us into a business deal made pent-up anger and disgust rise.

Denra became the first to attack them from the largest bodyguard with his bare hands, he crushed the internal organs of the heart, and then took the m7 to attack. fierce fighting ensued until you were forced to close 2 weeks to remove the tracks.

Even though you have managed to corner them, even making them unable to disseminate your old data information. But the conglomerate, Erwin Vincent, is coming tonight.

That's why we made a discussion plan to avoid casualties again.

"... Like whatever you are, whatever you're gonna do, I'm gonna keep you from being brutal again.You believe me, right?"

Patting Denra on the shoulder next to him, Ono said so and smiled reassuringly.

"Of course I believe, Ono."

"That's how it should be."

Denra's reply pleased Ono and patted him on the shoulder again, we excepted me a momentary smile.

"David."

"Yes?"

"The woman you helped this afternoon is still in her place.he seems to have a problem."

Dio told me that with a look at the woman in question, I turned around to look at her.

Justright. A woman named Sasa Ziera whom I had helped was still there alone.His face looked grim, like someone who did not know how to make a decision.

"I'll see him."

"Maybe let him tell you."

"I understand."

I got out of my seat after talking to Dio.

"Where are you going, David?"

Giving a hint with a nod forward, Wawan immediately understood.

"Oh, yeah, good luck."

"Be careful to look at him seriously, it will scare him."

"Right, because your gaze makes the interlocutor shudder if not ordinary."

"We'll monitor from here."

I ignored their words and walked up to Sasa. The others watched from behind.

Daydreaming with a blank stare, he propped his cheeks.full of the anxiety he was experiencing, might he need a talkative?

"... Excuse me. Can I sit down?"

" ... !! ..."

Shocked, it looked like that when I said. His body immediately straightened for a moment, justifying his glasses and bowing his gaze.

"Y-y-yaa .. sure."

"Thank you!"

Sitting face to face in front of him, the lethargic face had already turned nervous, I concluded so. A moment of silence could not be allowed, I tried to start the conversation in a soft tone.

Thinking it would make him more comfortable in communicating, taking a deep breath was the first thing I did.

"Have something happened to you, miss? Does it seem like there's a problem?"

Slowly began to look at me and look at me, his body trembled.I tried to change the glare of my eyes sharp, successful but not too, only 40% still looks like the usual gaze.

"S-Taste it."

Returning to the point of view, I get the point. The addition of the word "Miss" might be too disturbing for him?

"Then ... Sasa?"

"D-yes."

"If there's any difficulty don't hesitate to tell a story, I'll help."

"It's okay, there's nothing I can tell you, sorry!"

Lying he said so, honestly it must be difficult for him to express it to people who just met and became acquainted this afternoon.

"Taking it all myself must be heavy.it never hurts to lighten something together.I won't mess around. seeing you alone until midnight is like this makes me worry."

"... ... sorry!"

I became silent for a moment to think, Sasa felt guilty from the facial expression as well as the tone of his speech.My intention only wanted to help but, it seems like he thought that he was troublesome?

To get this done well, I can't communicate with my point of view, I have to think like him.

Processing in vocabulary before being expressed into important points, the type of person seems to be treated as gently as possible. When someone feels comfortable, it will not be surprising if you just share a story.

"Sometimes someone will feel better when it comes to telling stories. I'm willing to listen to everything if you're willing."

"... ..."

"... Slow down, I'll wait here. Better so, while you're comfortable."

"... ... You, sure? Don't mind if I ... Tell you?"

From his eyes, he asked for clear certainty of all my words. Worried and unpleasant, a natural thing for everyone?

Replying with a slow nod, I said softly.

"Happy, I don't mind one bit. The world will be better when you smile."

Slightly seducing her, I tried to change her mood first so as not to be awkward. She immediately smiled sweetly and blushed a bit.