The Cute Girl of the Mafia

CHAPTER 46

By nightfall, the sunlight had dimmed and entered the nest. Aunty Rania decided to stay for a while in the Anderson mansion. The woman has her own mansion, a magnificent building with charming classical European architecture. Still her favorite residence to this day, although Arthur has repeatedly suggested that she stay with him, the woman still insists on living alone.

Not even a day to know, Aisha has been familiar with her husband's aunt. I don't know what's going on, but the maternal instinct she caught from Rania's aunty gaze warmed her up. The affection he had long craved, he felt it from the face of this woman.

As of now, they are cooking in the kitchen. Wrestling with various equipment controlled by women. When they were finished, they sat down to relax in the living room. Watch a television show that both of them love.

Arthur just got out of his car, loosened the tie around his neck and went inside. Arriving at the family room, he was surprised by the laughter of two familiar women in the ears.

"Aunty "The man murmured softly. Feeling that someone had arrived, the two women turned their heads. An annoyed Aunty Rania stepped wide towards her nephew. Pulling his ears tight. Evaporates a sense of resentment because of Arthur's arbitrary behavior.

"Aw! Oh, my goodness, aunty. Forgive me! " Squeak Arthur in pain. But the woman who had raised him was unmoved. He continued to pull out Arthur's ear to cause redness.

Aisha who was still sitting on the sofa laughed lightly. Closing his mouth with his hands. Watching a rare scene in front of him as if watching a stand up comedy show.

This is your noble weakness. Haha, now I have a weapon to keep you from twitching.

Aisha's heart in the heart. Imagining in the brain an illustration of the scene when Arthur would be silent and obedient while in front of Rania's aunty. Make it rise in the heart.

"Aunty off! You want my precious ear loose? " At last the woman took her hand off Arthur's ear. Staring sharply while shaking his waist fiercely.

Gluey! Arthur swallowed. He could at least refute in front of this woman who was glaring furiously at him. After all, he was a noble person who was willing to take care of her since childhood without asking much. Educate him to be what he is today even though he is only the adopted brother of his father. Yes, Mr. Anderson the father of Arthur had no younger brother. Grandfather and grandmother of Arthur raised a princess who was none other than the person standing in front of him at this moment. Even so, Arthur loved her like his own mother.

"You're married but didn't invite me! Just tell me no, what kind of man are you! " Eventually open the voice. Then hit Arthur's stomach hard. The man complained of pain, although it did not feel anything but he acted for the sake of blissful feelings of his aunty.

"I'm sorry "I'm sorry, let's finish quickly, the man's inner self in his heart.

"Sorry, sorry. You think sorry is enough! " Take back Arthur's ear and drag him to the sofa. He sat the man beside his wife.

"I'm sorry! " Secret.

"I'm sorry as big as you are aunty. " Tell Arthur with his guilt. The marriage with Aisha, which was only for the purpose of revenge, made her forget to share the news with Aunty Rania.

The woman sat on the sofa, not yet relieved of her anger. But on the one hand he was happy, Arthur the little boy had found a partner. Yes, hopefully not the obstacles that hit the household.

After talking for a long time in the family room. Aunty Rania had also been content to vent her emotions. It's dinner time, they're sitting at the dinner table.

Just eat in silence without much noise. Aisha is also focused on eating her food. Arthur eats while playing on a cell phone while Aunty Rania watches the two. It seems that their relationship is not very close.

After dinner, Aisha got up from her seat. Go up first rather than get caught in a bad situation, he thought.

"Aunty, I went up to the room first huh "Tell the girl while looking at aunty Rania. The woman simply smiled, nodding in permission. Then he walked up the stairs to his room.

Arthur also wants to go to the room and lay down the body there. It feels tired and tired after a day of dedicating yourself in the company. Especially plus his aunty scolding earlier. Tired multiplied many times.

"I also ride. " It's gone from sitting. The woman again - again assented through a nod of the head. He was still absorbed in the delicious cuisine of his son-in-law. Not willing to feel if it must be thrown in vain.

The man then walked up the stairs to his room. The woman looked up for a moment, she scrunched her forehead as Arthur and Aisha walked in different directions. Aisha to the right and Arthur to the left. Like living in a room.

"Wait on! "Hard aunty noise pauses the movement of turning the door handle that Arthur does. While Aisha who had entered the room did not come out.

"What's aunty? " Ask Arthur from the stairs. Uniting his eyebrows at seeing his aunt's reaction.

Aisha who heard from inside came out of the room. Stare in wonder at Arthur and aunty Rania.

"What's wrong? Why the storm? " Task the girl. Then down the stairs. Approaching the woman who was shaking her waist with her eyes pinching there. Like investigating something. "What's wrong, is there a problem? "

The woman did not reply, only moving her hand into the air. Instructing his nephew to approach. Arthur moved from where he stood, down the stairs to the two women there.

"What's aunty? I'm so tired, I want to go to sleep "Vaporizing, covering his mouth with my palm. Then sit down at the dinner table again.

"Are you not sleeping in the room? " The question he wanted to ask daritadi. Still standing there. Refusing to turn the face away from Arthur and Aisha. The two people who had been tied to the wedding rope were just silent. Aisha lowered her head by squeezing her hands down. Her lips were unable to say - words.

While Arthur just stared off, like not a big thing that deserves a problem. Moreover, he had been as sleepy as he was now.

"Yes "Arthur answered. "Oh yes, I want to sleep now "It's up from sitting down. Vaporize again and inching away.

"Just kid, stay here! " Walked Arthur's hand that was about to leave. "Listen to me yes, from now on you will stay in the same room! " A sudden sudden ultimatum that made both of them hit the table.

"What! " Arthur and Aisha were shocked. Disagree, do not want and do not want so the meaning of the eyes highlight their rejection.

"What's? There is no objection! If necessary, Aunty will sell beds and sofas in all rooms in addition to your rooms and my rooms. " Haha, he grinned inwardly. Imagining their sour faces when told to sleep naked alone has made aunty Rania furious to want to be eliminated.

"Aunty... " Aisha got up, twitching spoiled in the woman's arms. Whining through his eyes.

"What's? It's yes, now go into Arthur's room. Anyway aunty will sell beds and sofas throughout the rooms. The living room and living room sofa will also be sealed. What kind of husband and wife is this? You guys should just room. " The final decision is similar to the criminal punishment for Aisha. The girl was not used to sleeping with others before. Just imagine making his kudu feathers bristling.

Aaaa, I don't want to. Nah!

Arthur was silent with his face. No longer know what kind of face he is currently, maybe as lemon juice is still growing stage.

Ahh, fuck! I can never fight aunty like this. Remembering the noble services of his aunt, making Arthur always could not bear to refuse whatever his wishes. From the trivial to the serious, the man always nodded obediently without putting forth much of his protest.

The long debate at the dining table was over, both of them were in the same room. Aunty Rania excitedly closed the door. Leaving them both there. Then with a slow motion, he locked the door from the outside. Unconscious prankful actions of Arthur and Aisha.

Haha. Laughter dominates the happiness of Aunty Rania.

While inside the room, they had already thrown each other deadly gazes. Aunty Rania really moved the sofa that was previously neatly arranged in the room. Aisha just grunted loudly, grabbing a pillow and bolsters in the middle of them. As a barrier keep a safe distance from the reach of the tiger beside him.

"Well, if you break this line, I'll throw you in the closet! " Threaten the girl intimidates. Lying on the bed, pull the blanket up to her neck. Trying to close your eyes even if you can't.

"Heh, you rancid girl! Who would want to approach you, after all, a small hand is not powerful like that where strong raised the closet! " Hardik Arthur then fell on the bed. Aisha who heard only indifferently did not care. The girl chose to clench her eyelids. Reluctant to respond to the words of her husband that will only aggravate the work of the vocal cords. He was drowning in his beautiful dream.

Arthur slept facing the side. Like a lover in dispute. He just muttered - muttered annoyed with a comatose mouth - we don't know what to say. Silently, the roar of his wife's breath was already heard in order.

Turning around for a moment, glanced at the beautiful girl beside him.

Ahh, fuck!

Then the man swung his feet towards the door. Jegrek, jegrek, door locked from outside.

Making Arthur more frustrated, he had intended to run away quietly carrying a car. And in the end, with a tormented heart, he threw himself back into bed.

***

Hour 02.00

Sentosa safe state before, but began to gradually dangerous when approaching one third of the night.

Arthur's eyes were still wide open, muttering - the annoyed murmur in the heart drove away the restless. After all he was a normal adult man who had already slept with many women. Passion rose instantly when it was within a radius of less than five centimeters from Aisha.

Who said watch out, if you break this line I'll throw you in the closet. Who's breaking now, definitely not Arthur.

Aisha who from childhood always used to sleep by herself. It's not uncommon to share a bed with someone else, let alone this guy.

Pillow bolsters that used to act as a barrier between these two human children have floated somewhere.

Now the girl was wrapping her hands and feet tightly around her husband's body. Tighten. Arthur's arm as a head pad. It was as if he thought of it as a bolster he used to hugged all night.

Shit, fuck. Aunty this time you really could torture your niece. Better whip me with your broom.

There was no such penalty, once Arthur's mind wandered through the cold of the night. He was just trying to clench his eyelids, gnaw again, shut down again and so on. And look, that shitty wife of his. He fell asleep with a face without sin.

Fate, fate.

Seriate...