THE MAFIA!

Chapter 50's

Chania's face looks hysterical in front of a large mirror filled with both bodies.

"Not fat, Baby! just a little full!"

"Are you starting to dislike me?" telisik Chania looked at Michael's face from the mirror reflection.

"Who said!"

"Don't you say you like sexy, seductive women? if I'm fat, it's definitely not sexy!" Chania pursed her lips funny.

"Haha!" Michael chuckled, "I told you, you're just a little full. Not fat!" Michael pressed the last word.

"Stay, I can - the longer I'll be fat! and you'll hate me! then replace me with a new secretary and your new wife! hyks!" suddenly, Chania's tears dripped from her eyes.

Michael was astonished at her, why did he just cry? inner Michael. The longer the sound of Chania's crying filled the entire walk in closed room.

' You won't be replaced, Chania. But how do I express that sentence? I'm too cowardly to declare love! '

Michael said in his heart while wiping away Chania's tears.

' If you knew, I'd rather repeat the journey of being who I am now, than fall in love. But I'm even starting to fear losing you, Chania. '

"I'm not going to change you! only you are my secretary and my wife! so do not cry." said Michael confused to persuade women to cry just because of trivial things.

While Chania interpreted Michael's sentence just to entertain him. To stop making noise with his cries. Chania cried even harder.

"Yeah! a liar!"

"Oh, God! I'm sorry I said that sentence!" grunt Michael lirih. Scratching your head is not even itchy, but quite dizzy because of the sound of Chania crying.

"That's right! if you don't talk, you're lying to me!" chania said in the middle of the crying.

"What! wrong speaking? not speaking wrong?" scream the suddenly stressed Mafia. "What kind of rules is that?" Michael looked at Chania with a look of disbelief.

"Ohhhh!" Chania sagged to sit on the floor.

Michael was getting tired of it. Tired of long trips to Italy - Los Angeles. As soon as the house happens the drama is not clear like this.

Michael let out a long breath while crouching. Make one knee as his body support.

"Come on, Baby. I'm just kidding." said Michael rubbing Chania's tears, followed by stroking her long hair.

"No!" sangkal Chania's. "Where have you ever joked!" continue with crying.

Looking forward, Michael put his left hand under Chania's knee. One more hand on Chania's shoulder. He lifted the body weighing 50 kilos with a height of 168 cm was ala bridal. And take him off the walk in closed.

Chania's cries gradually diminished as her head leaned against the man's shoulder. Peace infiltrates slowly into the deepest recesses of the heart. Through the walls - the walls of selfishness. To make the crying of worry turn into calm.

"We'd better get some rest, you're gonna be tired, right?" michael said as his footsteps almost reached the bed.

Chania nodded spoiled without a sound. Michael put the body down slowly. Then pulled her hand from Chania's body and walked around the bed to sleep on the other side.

They came back in a thick blanket. Hugging, like a pair of people who love each other. Seek warmth from the skin of his partner. The cold that infiltrated their skin.

The cry ended with a little casual chatter from Michael. The cold man finally managed to make the wife stop crying unclear.

But for Chania, it was Michael's embrace that always kept her calm. It felt like he was in the safest place in the world. Dreams, or even anything in this world he can certainly pass as long as he stays with the same man.

But when did that happen? Chania's mind was disturbed. But Michael's embrace overcame that fear. Until his pair of sloppy eyes fell asleep. Dreamed of driving her back that morning...

I don't know what tomorrow morning's story will look like.

***

🍄 Rome, Italy.

"Why did you not find the girl?"

"Sorry, Miss. It's very difficult to track. It looks like Mr. Michael Xavier has set up a strict guard to hide it, even before the girl is found!"

"Michael himself?" ask the beautiful girl with that beautiful body. "You mean Michael intervened himself to look after the girl?"

"Yes, Miss!" the 42-year-old man known as a high-class detective nodded. "What does Miss think, there's a girl close to Mr Michael?" ask the man.

"The girl who was near Michael?" asked Oliver frowning.

The next second, instantly his pair of eyes rounded wide. Remembering the only annoying girl who was close to Michael.

"Chania.." he muttered later.

"Chania?" ask the detective. "If her name has Renata's name on the back, it means she's the girl Miss's looking for!" continued. "Based on the story I found, Renata is a combination of Reana, and Anata!"

"Anata?"

"His father's name is Anata?"

"Are you sure your father's name is Anata?"

"It's not your real father, miss!"

Oliver nodded, because the girl's real father was none other than her own father, Smith Arlington.

"I don't know the full name of the girl Michael was with" Oliver replied. "Nobody can access that secretary's data! he even walked into the house without handing over personal data to me, as a butler!" furious Oliver.

"The identity of the girl is very difficult to access Miss. And it's known that the girl's data was deleted and sealed off a few months ago!" inexplicably.

"All right! if Chania is the girl I'm looking for, just stop this job. I'll take care of it myself in that house!"

"Well, Miss!"

Oliver leaves the workroom of the detective. To meet someone later.

***

"Mommy would've known if Secretary Michael was now, there was a girl Mommy was after!" said Oliver growled in front of the Mommy. "Alias Mommy's STEPSON!" obviously Oliver grumbled - a peeved.

"Stop Mommy, Oliver!" hiss the woman.

"Why did Mommy do this? why don't Mommy just let Selena die, so she doesn't have to bother feeling pain! and Oliver could have Michael completely!"

"Mommy told you, Oliver! stop that intention!" Deborah. "Again since childhood Michael never glanced at you, right?"

"Mommy's selfish! Mommy only attaches importance to Selena's healing! without knowing the pain of my heart seeing Michael every day making out with that girl!" said Oliver with hardened teeth. "If I had known from the beginning that Chania was Mommy's stepdaughter, I would have killed her when I fought with her!"

"Stop calling him Mommy's stepdaughter!"

"Why? isn't it! he's Papa's real son!"

"That means he's your real brother, Oliver! you have the same blood!" obviously Deborah was upset.

Oliver rounded his lazy eyes, he called blood with Chania. His enemy for the past few months.

"You should have helped Michael, to get the girl to submit to Michael. And surrender himself without coercion."

Oliver shuddered, his mind in breaking through wishful thinking.

"And remember! don't try - try and kill the girl! or you'll regret it for the rest of your life!"

"Why?" ask Oliver cynically!"

"You'll find out one day!"

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