Reincarnation Small Mafia Wife

CHAPTER 22: THE DANGER SIGNAL

Rehan's body pecked, he sat on the chair while watching his hot, trembling palms. The hand that had been presumptuous hurt his daughter. Regret began to spread all over his body.

“Tora, treat your mother's wounds,” says the man stood up. Without turning his head and asking how Sarah was doing, Rehan rushed to the stairs. The goal is certainly his daughter's room.

Rehan knocked several times, there was no word of any kind. Yura was still busy packing her things. Occasionally brushed off the sassy tears coming down from his cheeks.

“Yura, can I come in?” ask Rehan.

Yura was still silent, both her hands were busy compiling the books in the suitcase, then grabbed a few pairs of clothes. Don't want to take him too much.

Rehan forced his way in even if he was not allowed to. His eyes immediately caught his girl who was packing. His feet stepped slowly to erode the distance between them.

“Yura, sorry Dad,” said the man was full of regrets.

“Free also stay here. Dad never believed in me! Even hit me! Don't you remember how Dad promised mommy before he died?” tell the girl with a brush.

Yura sauntered out, through Rehan just like that without even looking at him. His feet moved quickly.

Rehan sat on the edge of Yura's bed, rubbing her face violently. Yes, his first wife always advised that never hit Yura and always take care of her just before the last breath, due to hereditary diseases she suffered. Yura was 7 years old at the time.

The man accidentally turned to his daughter's laptop which was full of white viscous liquid. The man approached, sniffing the laptop. “Susu?” His forehead frowned, as Yura recalled a high-protein milk allergy. It was impossible if it was due to the carelessness of her daughter.

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Yura stared cynically at the pair of mother and son sitting in the living room. Tora is seen treating her mother's blistered hands. Yura was quite satisfied doing it.

“Those dirty hands should be washed, if necessary, by boiling water!” sindir Yura while waltzing away.

Wanting to retaliate, but afraid Rehan suddenly appears. They just quietly watched Yura who stepped casually out of the house. His eyes are straight ahead. There was no sadness that he showed.

Yura managed to thicken her face inside the house, but could not as she walked away from the gate of her house. Right at the bus stop which is 100 meters from the house.

The girl's body decays to the ground, hugging her knees with trembling shoulders. Her crying broke right then and there. Disappointment so deeply had already infiltrated his heart. His chest seemed to be pierced by a dagger, considering that the father continued to defend Sarah even to throw her out.

People who pass by just staring pity, no one comes near or tries to calm down. They are busy with their own activities.

I don't know how long Yura has been crying under the scorching sun. Suddenly Yura felt the shade, she looked up, her two wet manics caught the charming smile of the adorning Max on her thick lips. A thick jacket traversed overhead, protecting Yura from the sting of ultraviolet rays.

“Max,” Ogre Yura immediately lowered her head and wiped both her wet cheeks.

“Where to?” yura asked awkwardly remembering the incident that night. He really does feel bad.

“Nganter package,” said the man stared at his motorcycle filled with various packages belonging to the customer.

Yura also turned her eyes to it, she was surprised because it turned out Max became a courier.

“Where are you going? Why bring a suitcase?” ask Max curiously.

“Not knowing,” his mouth shook his head. “I expelled Dad,” continued Yura who immediately understood by Max the reason the girl was crying.

“You want me to help you find a cost? Ah, but I'm afraid if your lover goes berserk.” Max scratched his head. He forgot the incident that night, when he saw Yura's stature, hurriedly pulled the man over. Ignoring his work which was still a pile of mountains.

Yura opened her mouth, her chest pounding with beads of eyes that were moving indeterminate directions. “Ah, Max. Sorry for the incident that night!” yura closed her eyes. Though it was sparkling that Max would help him.

“No problem. But are you happy? He never hurt you, did he?” Max wants to make sure his girlfriend is always happy even if not by his side.

A slab indicates that Max's assumption is wrong. “No, he's so good. Always helping. Although creepy,” said honestly.

“Thank God. Just call your lover, I will accompany you until he comes,” Max said turning his head, with a sweet smile. Hiding the wound that scratched his heart. However, Max was self-conscious. His life, it's still hard. While studying at work, he felt faint when compared to Zephon.

“You, go first. Maybe he'll be here soon. I'm afraid he'll hurt you later,” elak Yura made up. It was just his feelings, especially considering that Zefon once said he always knew where he was.

Max stood up, he believed. And do not want his presence to ignite their quarrel. “Yaudah, I first ya!” the man immediately got on the bike and put on his helmet.

“Be careful, Max,” reply Yura exhales in relief. “Love? Huh! I just don't know I'm actually ready ice sculpture?” Yura raised her shoulders.

Yura flinched while Max's jacket was still stuck to her head. Calling would not be heard because the man had already darted so far.

As time went on, Yura did nothing but sit on the grass while daydreaming. Several times the bus stopped, but he had no intention of boarding. The atmosphere of the afternoon was so quiet.

Yura's forehead shriveled so deeply, as the Zephon-given necklace emitted a red-colored glow. He rubbed his eyes to make sure he didn't see wrong. “What light is this?” his murmur touched the necklace pendant which seemed to flash quickly.

His feelings became uneasy, he looked back and before long, his eyes dodged as a sharp weapon was pointed towards his neck.

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