The Mafia's Asmara Cage
SASM - Different flavors of steak
The atmosphere of lunch was tense between Samantha and Gerald. Their first lunch was accompanied by several guards standing around Samantha. The appearance is sangar-sangar and each has a weapon that is ready to be fired at any time.
The woman tried to calm down. He cut his steak violently while Gerald was still looking at the disappointed-looking woman.
“Let me help.” Gerald made an offer. His hand was about to take Samantha's plate..
Plaque!
Unfortunately, Samantha brushed off the man's hand violently. “Only Maximo can cut this food for me,” he said with annoyance. He is not good at cutting steaks with the same size and each side is neat as made by Maximo. This food also made Samantha miss her man.
How's it going now? Is he still thinking about Samantha? Are his days calmer after Samantha is gone? What would happen if he knew Samanta was still alive and was pregnant with the fruit of their love? Hah, all those thoughts kept spinning in Samantha's head. Like a romance melody that makes Samantha's chest tight.
Hearing Samantha's uneasy words, Gerald stopped her chewing. He put his spoon and fork roughly.
“What do you want Sam? Why do you keep acting like this to me? I've explained everything, I struggled with Sam's hard to get to this point. Please don't downplay my efforts let alone compare me to that man.” Gerald started to get hooked. He was upset to hear Samantha mention the name of the man he felt he really wanted to kill.
Hearing Gerald's words, Samantha just chuckled. “Struggle, you say?" The woman put her knife down violently and cupped her hands together in front of her chin. "It wasn't Gerald's struggle, it was a stratagem. A stratagem to make you look like a hero.” Samantha smiled faintly as if she was laughing at this man's words.
“What do you mean, Sam? I saved you. I even tried to save the baby from that jerk.” Gerald was getting upset, not understanding Samantha's mindset.
“I mean, all this is just your strategy, Gerald. You want to lock me up in this place and take advantage of the conditions when I fell into the sea to kidnap me. Like that's how a hunch works, right?” Samantha answered indifferently. He even fed a large enough piece of meat, but again he vomited because it was not tasty when chewed. The piece of meat was too large, unlike Maximo's was indeed the most comfortable one to enter his mouth.
“You were wrong, not this calmness I was looking for.” Samantha looked at the man sharply. “If tranquility is only about place, the dead will not ask dido’akan to get calm. Calmness is about who I am with through my days,” the woman added firmly.
Like being slapped, Gerald did not chim in, he smiled slightly and gulped down his drink to pass the steak that was still stuck in his throat.
“You're starting to feel threatened with me, Sam. Whereas you used to say, you only feel calm when with me.” The man smiled sinisterly, pulling up next to his lip line to smile at Samantha.
“Yes, a lot of things have changed my mind, Gerald. Especially attitude. I only recognized Gerald who was always open and told me a lot of things, not a foreign man sitting at a table with me, but his mind was not here. His mind was still busy preparing many stratagems.” Samantha put the napkin down harshly.
“Take me home. I feel like this is not my place,” added the girl.
Gerald just smiled, then chuckled. Not long afterwards he laughed widely, very widely laughing at Samantha's request.
“Don't expect more Sam. You already know my purpose, how could I possibly let you go?" Look at that sly look. "I can accept the baby as my son, but don't think of going back to his father,” the man asserted with confidence.
Samantha did not react, only her heart was puffed up. I think he's starting to know who Gerald really is. If only his feet could walk normally, maybe he would give a swooping kick to this jerk. Unfortunately at this time he still has to accept Gerald's treatment while waiting for his physical condition to improve.
“What do you really want Gerald? Have me or destroy Maximo?”
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