The Mafia's Asmara Cage

SASM - Rethinking

Returning from Maximo's room, Samantha chose to soak in the bath tube. He wanted to clean his body that felt sticky by sweat and still smelled of alcohol. Some time the woman dived, drowning her face and head under the surface of the foamy water, trying to clear the mind that was still not careless.

A Samantha June is not used to drinking alcoholic beverages so its strength against intoxicating drinks is very low. There is no special sensation that the woman feels other than a feeling of dizziness in the head and discomfort in the stomach.

While soaking, the beautiful girl tried to remember, what she did last night in the casino. Starting from entering an unfamiliar Casino, meeting people he does not recognize, contacting Wilson, to challenging himself by sipping alcoholic beverages without pause. He remembered that beside him was a man who claimed to be named Maximo. Funny, the man was too confident and too aware Samantha if the figure of Maximo was everywhere and used as a figure to imitate.

The man was being disrespectful by trying to touch Samantha then after that,

The sound of water froth bubbling and then breaking, was clearly heard from Samantha's mouth which was giving a rough breath. His head came back to the surface as a flash of memory of a gun someone pointed at the fat man who teased him.

The woman's forehead wrinkled, thought hard and tried to remember who was holding the gun. “What is he Paul? Or Maximo?” Samantha asked herself.

The longer he thought, he reasoned to start remembering some pieces of memory of events last night, including when he tried to seduce Maximo. Yes, Maximo is the one he seduced and he kissed first.

“Akh shit! Did I kiss Maximo until he replied?” Samantha patted the water on the bath tube until it splashed into her own face. He's getting restless. It seems that he himself seduced Maximo and slowly broke the agreement he made with Maximo. Is this woman starting to turn herself over to Maximo?

Nah!

Feeling that she remembered something, Samantha immediately came out of the bath tube. He walked with a naked body then rinsed his body s3ksi in a hurry. The long straight hair was rinsed, as well as the face and body that was still slippery by soap. The girl felt that there was something she had to ask Maximo again and asked the man for an explanation.

Once her body was clean, Samantha immediately got dressed. He put on a thin face, wearing lipstick and his long hair was left straight. Not able to style his hair into wavy curls. His steps were so rushed towards Maximo's room.

“What do you need, miss?” a guard blocked Samantha's steps in front of Maximo's room.

“I want to meet with Maximo.” The girl looked at the guard bravely. His look was intimidating. I can't wait to meet the Mafia.

“Sorry miss, big master is not in his room. Her,”

Without waiting for the guard to continue, Samantha pushed the body of the guard hard enough to push the locked door of Maximo's room.

"Suck!" grunts. He moved to the dining room. However, Maximo was not there either. The girl also went to Maximo's study, but the man was nowhere to be expected.

“Where exactly is that man?” Samantha groaned in annoyance in heart. He brushed his hair rough.

“You saw Maximo?” Finally he asked the waiter. His haphazard attitude and always filled with anger often makes Samantha confused herself.

“Big master is out, miss.” The waiter replied slowly.

“Where to go? How long?” samantha's questions grew and more impatient. The waiter could not answer. How could he possibly know where his great master had gone.

“Hah, I asked the wrong person.” Samantha is upset by herself. “Can I contact Maximo? Can I borrow your phone?” This is the last thing Samantha wants to do.

“Hah sucks!” Samantha could only waste her rough breathing. It seemed like he could only wait for Maximo to come home and talk nicely with the man.

“Nona, you haven't had breakfast. Want me to prepare some food?” the servant seemed to understand Samantha's hardness. Perhaps by eating, his anxiety and annoyance were reduced.

“I have no appetite, my stomach is uncomfortable.” Samantha held onto her stomach which still felt nauseous and pompous.

“Do you want me to make breakfast from oats. It can minimize the discomfort in miss.” The servant still paid attention to Samanyha. He was also worried about the condition of his young lady. Maximo has ordered him to take good care of Samantha.

Samantha looked at the waiter. “You are very good, thank you,” he said with great earnestness. The waiter just nodded obediently and then left.

After the servant died, Samantha thought a lot about what she had been through. While walking towards the balcony and then silent there. Looking around Maximo's house which is always quiet and only surrounded by pine trees. He let the gusts of wind blow his sad and stiff face, thinking about what he had been through since he knew Gerald had been gone forever.

There was a sense of unwillingness that made Samantha start to open her mind and look closely at what was around her. The deeper he thought about everything, he began to realize, if because of the anger he continued to participate, making him act recklessly.

Too reactive to miss many opportunities to recognize who the enemy is in front of him. And as for Gerald, the man had already left and his departure was still unacceptable. Can he really avenge Maximo for the death of the brother he loved so much?

Love, love,

Samantha doesn't even know if this pain is true because of feelings of love or just unexplained anger and resentment and regret that was too late after Gerald's departure.

Everything was ashes, the girl's steps began to shudder. It's like standing at a crossroads and needing to reinterpret his feelings for Gerald, who is still very pseudo. However, his anger at Gerald's killer, indeed demanded to be resolved so that he no longer felt the anger that made his chest tight.

A bird came close to Samantha. It was perched on the iron fence that Samantha was focusing on. Walking closer, but as Samantha reached out her hand the bird flew again.

“I welcome her the wrong way,” muttered Samantha. He clenched his outstretched hand and made the bird go. He looked at the hand and smiled a little.

“You started losing yourself Samantha. You lose your composure and your rational, always well-organized way of thinking. How many episodes have you missed filled with careless and dangerous behavior, just because it follows your emotions? What have you got so far?” the girl muttered, talking to herself. A rough gasp of breath became the way he took to eliminate all of his obstruction.

“Your breakfast, miss.” The waiter is back. Samantha immediately looked over. He saw processed oats in a ceramic bowl beautifully arranged with banana pieces.. There was a glass of vanilla milk that became his close friend. Looks like this waitress understands that protein and fiber are suitable drugs for the stomach of her young lady who does not feel comfortable.

“Thank you.” Samantha sat down on one of the chairs and began to enjoy her breakfast. Little by little in order to replace the trapped air in the stomach due to the effects of alcoholic beverages.

“You can tag me around? I'm tired of constantly being in the room and not doing anything.” Samantha started sulking while playing her food. This is the real Samantha, a spoiled girl who can be spoiled.

“Good miss. I will accompany miss around.” The waiter seemed to understand how bored Samantha who was always locked in the mafia cage. Of course, she was a free girl who had a hard time accepting restraints.

“Thank you,” again, the polite girl said a word that is rarely heard in this mansion.

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