The Hot Mother and Nine Gangsters

Akira the Chef

"Keisha dear mother!" said the boy enthusiastically while putting his lips closer to the remote control.

"Keisha dear mother!" The dance robot mimics and emits sound with the exact same intonation.

Keisha laughed, since then he did not get bored playing with the dance robot that Ivan gave. "Dear mother Keisha!" say Keisha again.

"Dear mother Kei ... bip-" Suddenly the face of the dance robot in the form of a small monitor blackened and extinguished. The robot did not respond to anything even though Keisha pressed a button many times. Ivan made him rush with a short time, so it's only natural that the dance robot had run out of battery power.

"Why die?! Is the dance robot broken?!" keisha complained as he continued to pay attention to the entire side of the robot body.

"Can Auntie fix the dance robot?" keisha asked Chelsea with a hopeful look. Although he had ignored his existence since then, but now he needed it.

"Sorry Little Boss, unfortunately aunt does not understand about repairing robots like this. Later if uncle Ivan is back, just ask him, huh?" persuade Chelsea not to be too sad.

"Emmm .. alright," Keisha replied while nodding. He returned glum-faced as he put the dance robot toy back on the table.

"Little Boss, let's eat some cake first. Just a little more out loh~ Come aaaa .. train comes, tut .. tut .. tut! Open the tunnel ..." said Chelsea pitched. He tried his best to put a spoonful of the cake into Keisha's mouth.

God, this kid is harder to manage than Luciel. Almost an hour but he had not finished this cake, he did not chew and instead continued to snack. Even the store has left a lot. Actually I don't feel good lingering here, but strangely even though this child is noisy and yelling no employee scolds me. If I were his mother, I wouldn't be able to.

"No want! The tunnel is closed!" Keisha blocked her mouth with both hands. He also shook his head as quickly as possible.

"Come ... stay a little, later how about the rest of this cake cry? Little Boss doesn't want that to happen, does he?" talk to Chelsea again.

"Can cake cry?" ask Keisha who began to eat the story of Chelsea.

"Of course you can! All food if not spent can cry, but humans can not see it because it is a magical thing. If Little Boss doesn't spend this cake, later they will cry because they miss his friends who are already in the Little Boss' stomach" explained Chelsea again. He had to tell a silly lie so that the cake would run out.

"But Auntie ... The one in Keisha's belly will be a pup, will all the cakes be a pup?" asked Keisha with her innocent look.

"Ehmm .. This, t-of course. That is the nature of food. So in order not to cry, Little Boss spend it, huh!" Chelsea smiled awkwardly, she could not stop thinking that such a small child could ask such a disgusting question.

"Well, Keisha wants to finish the cake!" Keisha put his hands out of his mouth, and opened his mouth wide as if he were ready to devour the cake. "Aaaa ..the tunnel is open!"

"Good!" Chelsea smiled with relief. Eventually he managed to persuade the chairman's son to finish the meal, despite having to make a lie first.

Huft ... eventually she wants to eat too. Whether my lie was good or not, but I think that's the best way. If I told you there are a lot of hungry and food-strapped kids out there, afraid she'd cry. And to get the attention of the chairman, of course I can't make his son cry.

Because Keisha is no longer playing with the dance robot, this time she chews faster than before. On the one hand Chelsea is also satisfied, he does not want if later he underestimated by Ivan because he could not feed the chairman's son properly.

"Smart Little Boss!" praise Chelsea when Keisha has swallowed the last piece of cheese cake.

Keisha smiled as she pleased being praised smartly. A moment later he said, "Auntie, now Keisha wants to eat ice cream!"

"Ice cream .. alright, wait a minute! Auntie will order!"

"Keisha wants Akira too!" pinta Keisha again while pounding the table.

"Emm... Uncle Akira who is it?" chelsea asked in confusion.

"Uncle Akira is the main baker in this bakery! Keisha wants uncle Akira to prepare ice cream for Keisha here!"

"It looks like it's a bit .." said Chelsea a little doubtful. He thought, how could he possibly just call and tell the cake-making chef to serve himself.

"Why does Auntie reason continues? Every time Keisha and mom come here, Uncle Akira is also the one who always makes ice cream for Keisha! This bakery belongs to Keisha tahuuu's parents!" it was obviously Keisha who was starting to lose her temper. This impatient nature he imitated from both parents, because both of them were equally domineering.

"Well, then! Soon will auntie call uncle Akira!" Chelsea was a club, he also left immediately while carrying a dirty plate with him.

Oh, my God, it's worth this kid so much. His parents were the owners of this place.

Although a little hesitant, Chelsea established themselves to enter the kitchen from the bakery even though it was a place that could not be entered carelessly. No other waiter or chef rebuked Chelsea, because they all knew that their boss had entrusted this woman as his nanny.

Chelsea approached one of the women bakers who was carrying a new cake out of the grill. "Excuse me, I'm looking for a chef named Akira."

"Ohh ...." The woman baker nodded. He looked the other way and shouted, "Fatty chef! Someone's looking for you!!"

"Hm?" One of the men who was stirring the dough suddenly turned his head. As soon as he saw Chelsea, he ran as fast as he could. He also knelt down, grabbed Chelsea's hand and kissed the back of her hand.

"What is it that Miss Angel came down from heaven and looked for me?" ask with a sinless smile.

"Huh?" Chelsea gawking.

"Help ...." The female chef simply passed by, as if she had gotten used to Akira's attitude.

Akira knelt down and stood up. Letting go of Chelsea's hand, then a little bowing like paying respect. "Hi, I am the main chef here, Takazawa Akira. Can meet you here, this must be .. because of destiny!"

"S-Greetings know too, I'm Mayra. I was assigned to babysit a boy named Keisha. He said he wanted ice cream and met you," said Chelsea who still felt awkward.

"So the little boss wants ice cream. All right, I'll be right there. But ... Please help Miss Mayra!" pinta Akira then immediately turned around and headed to the place where the ice cream was stored.

"Well," Chelsea nodded and hurriedly followed Akira's path. Honestly, he still did not understand, this white-eyed foreigner was constantly acting flirtatious to him.

Chelsea helped Akira bring some ice cream containers. But it is not that simple, there are still other tools brought. Like toppings, scoop, cones and a long stick. All of those items were placed on top of the food trolley.

Without delaying any longer, Akira invites Chelsea to take the food trolley to the table where Keisha is still waiting. Arriving at Keisha's table, Chelsea also helps Akira to move all of the items onto the table.

"Horay! Uncle Akira quickly put on a show!" pinta Keisha with a very enthusiastic face.

"The show?" chelsea asked with a confused look.

"Sshhh .. please Miss pull over for a moment, I will show you the greatness of Takazawa Akira to impress Miss."

Akira immediately took a long stick. Instead of directly giving ice cream to Keisha with a smile, she was playing ice cream first.

Akira twirled the ice cream with a long stick, to fool Keisha by playing the ice cream cone. Keisha was more entertained by this magic-class action, ice cream was not melted at all even though it was played by Akira.

"It's not like a Turkish ice cream vendor playing with tourists" Chelsea murmured from a distance. Finally he understood the reason why Keisha wanted to meet Akira.

"Hup! It's done, please enjoy!" said Akira while sticking a spoon on ice cream as the last touch of attraction.

"Horay! Keisha is so happy, Uncle Akira is great!" praise Keisha who directly devoured the ice cream cheerfully.

"Emm .. Let me help!" chelsea offered to help return the equipment to the kitchen.

"Haha, no need Miss. I can't let a woman work too hard." Akira immediately cleared everything up and returned the items to the kitchen by himself.

Soon Akira returned. However, Chelsea finally realized something when he noticed Akira's behavior from a distance. Akira greets and is friendly to every female customer he meets, but he acts the opposite to the male customer.

"Ckck, it deserves to be called a flirtatious chef" murmured Chelsea.

"Uncle Akira's! Keisha wants to watch tv! Keisha wants to see a cartoon of pineapple in the sea!" pinta Keisha's.

"All right!" Akira immediately changed the television channel as Keisha requested. In this bakery television is provided to entertain customers.

As soon as the cartoon show on television aired, Keisha seemed to enjoy her ice cream calmly. He's not as fussy as he was. This made Chelsea feel relieved because Keisha did not ask for anything else, he could rest and just wait for Ivan to come back.

Suddenly Akira approaches Chelsea sitting alone at a different table with Keisha. He sat down next to Chelsea and said, "Are you a new member?"

"Eh?!" For a moment Chelsea was stunned. He was surprised because it turns out that Akira who is a chef also knows about this gangster organization.

"Right, I just joined not too long ago. I joined Division 2. Then it looks like you joined earlier than me, which division did you join?" ask Chelsea.

"I? I didn't join any Division, I was recruited directly by the chairman. The chairman himself assigned me to be the head chef in this bakery," Akira replied casually.

"Eh? The real chairman who recruited you? But I don't think it's that simple ..." Suddenly Chelsea let down her tone. "You know, don't you? The chairman I'm referring to is the head gangster loh."

"Haha, of course I know. Even though I'm a chef, you don't underestimate me. This business is a business that is managed directly by the chairman. There were even times when the vacuum chairman of the organization, but back then he would still pay attention to this bakery. I'm the head chef because the chairman believes in me, sometimes I also discuss a new recipe with the chairman."

"W-what? So the chief likes to make bread?!" chelsea did not believe it. The leader he had in mind was a ruthless, genius and manipulative figure. He was really hard to believe if the person who led this ruthless organization would have a hobby of making bread.

"Don't like it anymore, but the chairman is good at pastry. He has also obtained many certificates from various race events."

"...." - ".Chelsea gaped. And a moment later he said, "By the way ..how did you get recruited by the chairman? Is it because you're talented in pastry as well?"

"Not really, at first I didn't understand anything at all. But ... It's a long story, are you sure you want to hear it?" ask Akira.

"Yes, sure!" chelsea answered with a serious face.

"Geez, I didn't think Miss Mayra was really curious about me! Maybe after this we can get closer!" yelling Akira whose flirtatious nature suddenly crumbled.

"...." - ".Chelsea fell silent, he did not want to respond to Akira like this. He thought, why be closer to another man when he now has Leon as his lover.

"Ehem, okay. I don't want to keep Miss curious any longer. So .. I'm gonna start telling stories. At first I was able to meet with the chairman when I was still in my country, which is Japan. It was me who was so pitiful that I was lucky to meet the chairman who was on a babymoon vacation."

"Wait a minute, babymoon to Japan?" ask Chelsea.

"Yes, babymoon when the little boss is still in the womb. So it can be said that I have joined during the age of the little boss. About 5 years!"

"Alright, quickly continue your story!" chelsea are impatient.

Whoa-wah ... The chief turned out to be a romantic person. So spoiled his wife until the babymoon vacation to Japan.

"Well, it coincided with the Halloween festival. I escaped from the pursuit of the man who wanted to kill me. I mingled inside the festival, and accidentally the chairman met me who was in quite a bad condition."

"Wait a minute, why would anyone want to kill you? What kind of trouble have you been in?" asked Chelsea in curiosity.

"I'm actually a former Yakuza. I joined the Yamaguchi Clan. And I made the mistake of killing an Oyabun from that clan."

^^^*Oyabun (bos): call for Yakuza leaders ^^^

"What-what?!" Chelsea flabbergasted. He did not stop thinking if this flirtatious chef was a former Yakuza, a famous mafia from Japan.

"Yes, and the chairman wanted to help me because he felt sorry and he also had business with the Yamaguchi Clan. Actually it is not the chairman who has business, but the previous chairman. Maybe you don't know yet, but the current chairman is a second-generation chairman. I mean the person who also has business with the Yamaguchi Clan is the first generation chief. The chairman feels sorry for me and maybe for looking at past problems, so the chairman brings me to this country."

"On my arrival, the chairman gave me a new identity and taught me how to communicate. I was originally going to be placed in Division 2 as well, but the chairman saw that my talent was less than suitable. You see, I've always been considered a sucker, when I'm a real man, and I swore I wouldn't hurt a woman!"

"...." - ".Chelsea was silent a thousand languages and looked at Akira with a lazy expression.

Of course you don't fit in, you're just flirty with every girl. You will be killed immediately if your opponent is a woman. People like you are useless if placed in Division 2.

"That's it, haha! I also swear! I will devote my whole life to the chairman! Moreover, the chief is a sweet lady!"

"W-what?! The head of a woman?!" chelsea asked with both eyes. His expectations of the chairman that he had imagined were instantly shattered.

"Of course women, who told you our chairman was a man? Don't you mistakenly think that Division 1 Chief is our chairman? But yahh .. naturally, a lot of new members are also mistaken for you."

Suddenly Chelsea stood up, he looked so panicked. "You said the chairman was the owner of this bakery, right?"

"Yes," Akira answered briefly.

"Damn it, stupid me!" Chelsea suddenly ran away after swearing. He ran up to the wall, on the wall there were many awards charters on display.

Chelsea saw the charter neatly tucked away inside the frame of that frame. His two eyes instantly rounded perfectly once he read who the charter owner of the award was.

"N-Nisa Sania Siwidharma ... j-so she's the chief?!" Chelsea stammered.