The Cute Girl of the Mafia

CHAPTER 91

Arthur walked into the mansion with his flat face. Just walking straight as if he did not recognize the surroundings, even some greetings from the guards who were guarding the night he ignored.

"What's wrong with sir? " Task one of them with a confused face.

The other friend just shook his shoulder, he had no right answer, except to guess that there was a burden of thought on the mind of his master.

But what their business was, even discussing the personal affairs of Mr. Arthur alone was actually forbidden in this place.

"Oh, usually the master also just nodded. Maybe he's so tired, it's late at night." The other half is indifferent. Then back to watch around the mansion that looks lonely.

Water gurgling from the bathroom greeted Arthur. He must have guessed that his wife had just returned from outside the mansion. Maybe she was in a hurry to get ready when she found out that her husband had arrived. Kira - I think that's how his brain is.

The man took off the suit he was wearing, attaching it with origin to the sofa. After removing the shirt and belt the man immediately collapsed on the bed. He massaged his temple that felt dizzy and soon he drowned into a dream.

Aisha is out of the bathroom. The sky blue pajamas clung to his slender body. He had just finished fulfilling his wish. His forehead frowned in wonder when he saw the husband who had mingled with the soft of the bed. Moreover, he did not clean himself first. Aisha approached to wake him up.

"Yes, even his shoes are still perfectly attached.. " Aisha muttered quietly. She unhesitatingly took off her husband's black shoes. Pick up Arthur's socks, suit, and bag. He did not think, why Arthur behaved like this again. Yes indeed, in the beginning - the beginning of marrying the man is always arbitrary, especially in arranging the goods. But over time and not since when the bad habits changed. The cold mafia suddenly became meek and began to abandon its bad habits.

"Arthurian... Let's get up, take a shower and you're just coming home from work. " Aisha approached and shook her husband's shoulder. The man didn't budge. Instead of getting a response Aisha even found the thing that she did not like the most.

"What'sthis? Smell alcohol?". His mind flanked his nose. When their faces were close together, of course, she could clearly smell the odor of not wearing it from her husband. Now the mood of the woman is a little bad. Some time lately counted since Arthur expressed his feelings, the man promised to try to be better than before. He rarely even barely drinks anymore.

But it seems his opinion is a bit wrong now, Arthur hasn't changed. Aisha is not too demanding, it is difficult to change or eliminate habits that are ingrained.

"Just go to sleep. You must be so tired." Sighs and rubs her husband's forehead gently. She joined in the warm and soft of their bed after peeping her husband's forehead.

Aisha's eyes were still wide open, she looked at the handsome face that was sleeping beside her. His outstretched hand stroked the face with the fine fur that grew around the jaw, muttering in the heart.

"Hopefully have a dream."

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At one o'clock in the morning, Aisha's forehead shriveled in wonder when she heard the ringing of a cell phone on the nightstand. His wry eyes were still closed, slowly grinding and with a lazy feeling that still encompassed extending his hand reaching for the object. He rubbed his eyes, knowing who was calling made him instantly reflex sitting down. The sleepiness is gone, if this guy calls at a clock like this it's been confirmed that something bad happened.

Aisha got up slowly from her comfortable bed, she glanced at Arthur once and then swung her legs towards the balcony of her room.

With Aisha's serious face dragging the green-colored icon, a voice that sounded across made her flat-faced.

"I can't go there, didn't I tell you that I gave it all up to you." He was speechless listening to his interlocutor give his speech.

"I'll do as I can. Oh yes one more, don't let anyone know about this matter. Including... Arthurian. " Finished saying all that Aisha's forehead again shriveled in wonder. But a moment later he again breathed a sigh of relief just because of one sentence across there.

"Well, I don't want anyone to know about this. " The connection is cut off, Aisha sighed. His bead looked at the pitch-black night sky out there. The weather was still quite cold, the woman rubbed her shoulders.

Aisha's footsteps returned to the bed. She stretched out her body while glancing at her husband's face. Aman, it looks like Arthur is still immersed in his subconscious.

After her sleep was interrupted due to the phone call earlier, Aisha so hard to return in her dreamland.

After an hour of closing his eyes, then he can return to connect his dream that had been delayed earlier.

Arthur tilted his head to look at the woman next to him. Angry approached him, he was sleeping. But the feeling of a moving bed made him aware. He saw and heard what his wife was talking about with the mysterious caller. Arthur clenched his teeth tightly, what he saw last afternoon was still stirring his mind. Unaccepting, his heart is worse than when hearing the negligence of staff who work.

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"Where have you been all day?" Rey looked at his wife sharply. A difficult look to interpret. Like wanting to capture his deepest heart.

"I. go-"

"Don't I tell you to wait for me to pick you up! Even your phone is off!" Rey's voice with high intonation made Myara look down in fear. The fingers are linked to each other down there. Cold sweat. Seeing the look on his wife's face that was frightened and pale made the man aware of his behavior that was delayed.

"I'm just worried about you.."For whatever sake Myara seemed to fly into the air. Something he had never felt before. The warmth of her husband's body which is currently holding her tightly. The warm embrace he always craved, he had never felt the embrace of a man other than his father. Myara only knows a brief description of what it feels like to be hugged by a loved one through romantic novels she often reads.

"I hope it's not a dream, and hopefully time will stop for a moment." With a thumping heart he reciprocated the embrace that swept his in the realm of comfort. So sad was his life, a wife who was considered foreign and thirsty for the attention of her own legitimate husband.

No one knows the clarity of human relationships or feelings before him.

"It's been.. " Myara felt unwilling, but she broke their bodies when Rey spoke. His face still looks angry. More precisely the excessive anxiety about the responsibility he carries. He has not accepted the women in his life, or actually Rey who is prestigious to admit it. But he was in full charge of the girl. The daughter of the one who has become his, and he is obliged to take care of with all his heart.

"Emm. I'll go to Dad's room first. " I feel uncomfortable about the silence made the girl choose to resign. They were in Holmes' house, the fierce man claimed to be ill and whined like a child so that his daughter and daughter-in-law would be willing to stay with him. There is a hidden purpose behind it.

When the tiny body was about to turn around, Reynard's sturdy hands prevented it. Making Myara inevitably turn around and widen her eyes.

"What's? Go to dad's room! " It was as if nothing had happened with her confidence that the tall, sturdy body was kind and passed from before her. Rey closed her eyes, cursing herself in a heart that had unknowingly dropped self-esteem.

"Oh my God, anyone please tell me this isn't a dream. " Myara felt her smooth forehead, a warm lip just stuck there.