Reincarnation Small Mafia Wife

CHAPTER 28: MARRY ME

Jourrel moves a miniature court scales on his son's desk. Deliberately sitting on the oversized chair, his eyes focused on the golden-colored object before him.

Until the door sounded closed, accompanied by the footsteps of Zephon who was getting closer. He sat opposite his father, limited to a large work table.

“Emm ... What's up, Pa?” Zephon opened the question first.

“There is a problem with the company? Or your clan?” asked the middle-aged man without further ado.

As the generation that carried the mandate of his grandfather, Zefon was able to expand even wider in running the mafia clan. There are already some branches that he can establish himself. The manufacture of weapons is also increasingly diverse, with shipments to various countries.

While the contractor company was able to hold, still in tandem with the mother, who became a reliable architect in every development.

“Aman, Pa. We almost lost all of our family's wealth. But, I can handle it. And thanks to Yura's help as well, I was able to find her back. Slowly I can also destroy them,” Zefon explained clearly.

Jourrel frowned, stopped the movement of his hand and turned to focus on his son, “Yura? That girl? How can?” cecar Jourrel.

“Eeemm .. so that time she was kidnapped, when I was operating she was at the scene. And it was he who gave a clue as to where the existence of those precious chips were. Maybe he heard their conversation.” Zephon poked his pair of shoulders.

Just a moment to digest everything. Jourrel links the two hands that are propped up on the table. “You'd better just marry her,” break up Jourrel.

Suddenly, Zefon seemed to choke on his own saliva. His eyes were in disbelief. But, from the face of the father did not look like he was joking.

“Pa...”.

“Papa isn't sure you're keeping him here for no apparent reason. Before anything unwanted happens, you better get married. Do not let your mama interven,” cetus Jourrel leaned his back while turning the chair. His gaze could not be separated from the young man before him.

‘Yes too, why have I cared so much about him? Is it true to just return the favor?’ inner Zephon asked himself.

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Yura began frowning as Cheryl continued to give him stimulation of the therapeutic scent on the tip of her nose. The girl blinked slowly, adjusting the light that penetrated her cornea.

“Hai, are you awake?” greet Cheryl with a smile.

Hurriedly Yura opened her net wide. He quickly sat down until he ended up groaning in pain due to extreme dizziness.

“Aduh, just fall asleep, son. Don't be forced,” Cheryl said touching Yura's arm.

The girl felt awkward for a moment. His gaze lowered, twisting the end of his shirt while biting his lips.

Cheryl understood, she grabbed Yura's chin until the two stared at each other. “Don't be afraid, I won't bite you,” the middle-aged woman joked as she chuckled.

Inevitably, Yura also laughed. Although the drums on his chest were getting noisy. “Sorry, Mistress,” he said.

“Why apologize? You are not wrong. Your name is Yura? Are you Zefon's girlfriend?” guess Cheryl without a stale base. Really he was very curious, especially at the age of his son who stepped on the figure of three heads, had never brought a girl before. The news never heard the woman.

“Ah, no, Mistress. Mr. Zefon has indeed pinned me many times. But we have nothing to do,” elak Yura panicked. Afraid if later mispronounced to splash Zephon's anger.

Yura bengong, did not understand the meaning of the question. “Hah? What do you mean, madam? Sorry I don't understand,” Yura scratched her head.

“Ah, you are still plain once it turns out. What do you want to eat? Let the waiters make it.”

Yura blinked a few times, her wet lashes that began to collide with each other. The family was rich, but so kind and friendly to him that not even a nobody in the big house.

Cheryl and her family's lives are rarely highlighted by the media. Almost never even. All of them since long ago, the woman hated the media coverage that sometimes excessive. He also doesn't like to live his personal life. So, Yura did not know very well how the ins and outs of the family.

“Cock crying, Darling?” Cheryl holds Yura's fingers.

The sincerity that emanated from the woman really made her heart full, Yura's tears were flowing more and more. Until he was so happy and speechless.

Not to compare, but the condition of his family is inversely proportional to the family of Zephon. He found warmth here, even the cold man who usually looks stiff also warmed up when gathered with his family.

Cheryl took the initiative to hug him, gently stroking the long hair of the sobbing girl. “If you want a story, I'm ready to listen,” Cheryl said.

“Yura only misses the long-dead mama, Madam,” said the girl.

“Then, you can call me mama from now on,” said the woman without thinking long.

Yura straightened her back, the look on her face was shocked. Like not believing what he heard.

“Ma—mama?” reset Yura stamped.

“Iya!” Cheryl nodded steadily. Especially when he found out that the girl lost her mother, experienced violence by her father, making his heart knock to embrace the girl who was very cute in his eyes.

“Udah, now don't be sad anymore. Can you get out? Or want to have dinner here?” hail the woman softly.

“Yura can sleep, Ma? Yura's head is still dizzy.”

“Alright, Mama comes out first,” said Cheryl helped her fall while arranging her blankets. Shortly thereafter, he left it in the spacious room. Yura was still pounding violently, her eyes staring at the ceiling of the room.

A few moments later, the door opened again. “What's more, Mam...” Yura's sentence hangs when she turns her head, it turns out Zephon who entered and is now approaching her.

“Marry me!” zefon said firmly, straightforwardly and without stale bases.

“Hah?”

 

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