Reincarnation Small Mafia Wife

CHAPTER 50: NOT AN ILLUSION

Dawn began to dawn in the hemisphere of Palembang City. Yura has not been able to sleep well lately. Even so, at 4 am Yura was already awake.

Yura circulated a gaze, still quiet, just like the previous days. His hand touched the side, grabbed the phone and opened it. But, again, we have to swallow disappointment. There was no message or call from her husband.

Yura sat herself down, hugged both knees and hid her face. “So what does it mean? After successfully snatching my crown, arbitrarily throwing me away,” muttered Yura felt a pain in her heart.

The woman sobbed, regretting over-trusting Zephon. However, on the other hand she misses her husband's status. Yura hugged her own body even tighter.

Moments later, Yura got off the bed. He took a coat to coat his nightgown. It was still dark, only the dim lights shimmering. Yura came out of the house and jogged alone in the spacious courtyard of the Villa Orchid. Occasionally crying sobbing, it was Yura's way of venting the anger wrapped in longing on her husband.

“Honey, call Zefon here! Poor Yura, it's the fourth day he's like that,” muttered Khansa peeking behind the curtain.

“Let's go, don't interfere. We need to monitor, move if asked for a solution. As long as Yura doesn't do anything out of bounds,” replies Leon standing behind her.

“But pity, he doesn't want a story. I see it anyway, disappointed but mixed miss. Maybe he's been jogging times, same Zefon.” Khansa took a long breath.

“Zefon is like Tiger. Unarguable, unruly, undrivable. We intervened if he asked, Honey,” said Leon hugging his woman from behind.

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Some time passed, Yura who was still running and unfocused, suddenly bumped into someone's body. It would be almost strung if only no one had embraced it at the moment.

Yura's wet eyes gnawed quickly, staring at the figure she longed for standing before her. Yura straightened her body, touching the face of the man who was unmoved looking at her.

“Why cry?” zephon asked, wiping away the remains of his wife's tears.

Yura looked at him sharply, her breathing roaring violently. Then it suddenly swung its arm, giving a raw bogem on Zephon's face.

“Damn it! I think I miss him too much!” gerutu Yura chose to turn around and enter back into the house.

“Eh, he's in. They're in! Come back, darling,” take Khansa to pull her husband's arm.

They had not expected, the person they had just talked about suddenly appeared just like that. There was no car driving him in. The old couple rushed into his room downstairs. Yes, they decided to move on the first floor, so as not to get tired up and down the stairs.

“Yura, wait!” shouted Zefon.

Yura still did not care, she still breezed in even unconsciously slammed the door and ran into the room. He threw his body on the bed with his stomach. Crying shrieked with vexation that could not forget Zephon.

Zephon who followed, now heaved a heavy sigh in the doorway. His feet began to step slowly, then took off his shoes and joined his wife. The man put his chest on his wife's back. One leg crossed, pinning down the woman.

“You're still angry and hate me?” asked Zephon hugging the woman tightly.

DEG!

Yura turned her head, she felt that her body was very heavy because it was being overpowered by Zephon. His eyes widened, the man was not just an illusion. But his presence is real.

 

 

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