Reincarnation Small Mafia Wife

CHAPTER 30: A SERIES OF VIDEOS

“Down me! Down!” muttered Yura was still beating the sturdy back of the man who was transporting her. Both of his legs continued to move irregularly. However, Zephon's burly arms twisted him firmly.

Until right in the courtyard, under the still dark sky, the new Zephon lowered Yura. Looming high puffed up his chest, staring intimidatingly.

“Women beside me should be resilient and not easy to complain!” The baritone voice made Yura look up, staring at the two sharp beads of the man who was about to become her husband. His chest was beating violently, blending between nervousness and fear.

“You want to help me?” lirih Yura cupped her own face.

Unfortunately, the face looks very cute and adorable in the bright lights of the garden. Zefon let out a rough sigh, lazily arguing over unimportant matters. “Do stretches to minimize injuries before running!” order Zephon to stretch on his hands and feet.

Yura nodded, finally understanding, her legs retreated a few steps then followed Zephon's every move. Over time, his body shivered. The cold wind that blew, was able to pierce through the short-paced sleeping clothes that were attached to Yura's body.

Moments later, Zefon removed his hoodie. Leave a black tight shirt that forms his sturdy body. “Wear this! Follow me!” his word slipped over Yura's head and left her running down the path surrounding the mansion.

Yura immediately put on it, rushing following Zephon's long footsteps. “What's crazy?” at least half of it I'm out of breath!” his grunts but still caught up with the man. "This is a selection of what wife to be a soldier? Gini very!" complained again.

Zephon occasionally turned his head, slowing down his running rate in order to be on par with Yura. They have been running long enough. Yura's breathing began to wail, while the man was still ordinary.

Cheryl and the chefs were in the kitchen to make breakfast. Even though the woman was just tasting, because there was no cooking talent, just like her mother.

“This is okay everything. Stay put on the dining table, Bi. Is the drink done too? Let them eat breakfast later,” response Cheryl satisfied with the servants in the mansion.

“Good, Mistress. All are ready,” answer them simultaneously.

Cheryl rushed to the room with two cups of tea in hand. He rarely stayed in his son's mansion. The curiosity about the Zefon woman, answered already. His steps look so happy.

After cleaning up, Cheryl stood on the balcony of her room with her husband. Enjoying the morning sun that began to shine. Her net narrowed when looking down, where Yura looked so exhausted that she even bent down to catch her breath. “Zefon it wants to give military training what the hell? Well, Yura was exhausted, darling,” protest Cheryl stared pityfully.

“Zefon definitely knows the limits of his ability, Dear,” respond Jourrel casually.

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“I'm sissy!” yura shouted straight down on the garden grass. The sun was getting higher, his breath was already stingy complete with sweat all over his body.

Zephon back down, it's been a while. He glanced at the watch on his wrist then crouched down next to Yura. “Come aboard!” he turned his back on the girl.

“Capek!” whining the girl felt her body go limp for a moment.

“This is not how much!” the man looked over. He also landed his buttocks on the grass wet with morning dew. Staring at the sealed Yura while adjusting her breath. Fortunately, he was wearing his hoodie, which was certainly great in his body.

“It's enough Yura!” Zephon grabbed Yura's hands and woke her up.

“Capek! Dizziness! Nausea!” the girl was helpless.

"Did? Not yet considered!"

Zephon wrapped Yura's hands around her neck, then carried the girl on her back, waltzing into the mansion. There was greeted by the mother and father who smiled cheerfully.

Yura was calm, leaning his chin on Zephon's shoulder while closing his eyes. The masculine scent mixed with the man's special sweat lashed out at his sense of smell. Makes it more comfortable.

“So, when did you get married?” ask Cheryl to block Zephon's steps.

Yura boughtak, not knowing if there were her future in-laws there. He moved uncomfortably, hoping that Zefon would lower him. But wrongly, the man clutched him until it was difficult to move. Yura felt bad. But at the moment he is too lazy to interact.

“Wah, then when do we propose?”

“No need, Ma. Calvin will pick up his father-in-law in D-Day. No need to invite too many people! It's just enough of us. Later if all is safe, just make a party as you like Mama,” message Zefon waltz into Yura's room.

“Mandilah, after that breakfast together. Don't be long!” tell the man after lowering in his room, take a quick look and then close the door.

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While at the dinner table, Cheryl was very enthusiastic about taking food for her future daughter-in-law. Until Yura gets awkward.

Zefon himself was busy with his cellphone, especially there were still many things that he had not finished. “Papa sama Mama is still here until next week ‘kan?” zephon asked after gulping down his drink.

“Iya dong, Mama want to meet Yura until you guys officially become brides! Oh yes, later fitting clothes in the boutique oma Zefon,” Cheryl applauded.

“Papa can't, must return to Medan. But before H-day Papa will be back!” sahut Jourrell.

“Alright, I'll go first. Yura, there will be salon people here for your body care! So don't go anywhere today. Mama also if you want to be able to all.” Intentionally inviting to the mansion for Yura's privacy and security.

“Ah, so sweet really mama's son this one!” praise Cheryl. “Mama don't do it. I was on the same service Papa!” the woman's chirps made Zefon squint.

Zefon let out a rough sigh, immediately bidding farewell to his two parents and exiting in a hurry.

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Sure enough Zefon said, Yura was enjoying the massage and spa of one of the famous salons, a recommendation from Silvia, the secretary who was invited specifically to the mansion.

“Ah, it turns out she is so understanding. Not as cruel as I imagined,” muttered Yura closed her eyes on her stomach, with her whole body enjoying a very gentle massage.

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Ever since the shop had not opened, Rehan had been waiting for him to stand in front of the rolling dor anxiously. Hoping that Yura's laptop will be dealt with soon, in hopes of being able to get a hint of Yura's current whereabouts. He could not sleep all night because he lost track of his daughter.

Nearly an hour later, the electronics began to arrive. Opens their shop, followed by Rehan. He waited until the store was ready to open. Begging for Yura's laptop to be repaired right now.

Efforts did not betray the results, almost half a day he stayed there, finally the object was back on fire. Damage only to certain components, without having to lose all the data in it.

“Please check again, Sir,” said the man in the store's special uniform thrusting at Rehan.

“Good, thank you very much!” sahut Rehan smiled widely.

Fingers and eyes began to move actively checking one by one the folders in it. Just a stack of Yura's tasks, various photos from her childhood to her present age, and a suspicious folder.

“What is this?” Rehan pressed the folder several times until a series of videos appeared there. His forehead shriveled deeply, his eyes staring intently. In one click, a video starts playing.

 

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