The Malvinae (Love Story Of Mafia)

Chapter 15: `The Weakest Point

The woman sat on the floor with a few bottles lying around, but she was still quite conscious and able to control herself. Every now and then he closes his eyes eliminating the distant burden of his life.

Living with a burden is not the desire of every human being. Regardless of how it is after, God always gives a spirit through someone who is near us.

Leo opened the door of his momy room, for a moment he was fixated, then walked towards the woman who was mourning for her own life. Her petite cry was only able to grasp a few of her momy fingers.

“Why mom ?” alvi looked into the eyes of her little son..

“do you not hate a bad mom like me?” Alvi clasping the neck of vodka bottle “I should give you the freedom to live your life in peace” continued Alvi.

“please mom, don't discuss that anymore. Oru is very lucky with momy, Oru is always taught to be strong and independent. Your is my world.” Leo kissed Alvi's forehead.

“if mom cries now can it be ?” Alvi looked at me.

“for this time I let my momy El cry” Leo spread out both hands, Alvi immediately hugged her son. Crying, it really is foggy today.

“what makes momy El like this, humm ?”

“mom was just afraid my little Oru would leave me one day, mom knew if this mom was so bad. Killing and very cruel, mom is afraid you're leaving because of the shame of having a killer mom”

Leo let go of Alvi's embrace, his tiny thumb gently erasing the dripping tears “don't cry if that's the reason mom ! I don't like mom crying for silly reasons like that”

Alvi looked up, so that his tears did not come out, for a moment he fell silent and sighed “does mom look ugly now ?”

“yeah, you're so ugly if this is Mom” Leo chuckles.

Alvi smiled, scrambled Leo's hair “would you accompany mom to sleep ?”

Leo ran towards the bed, his hands patting the bed next to him. Alvi approached Leo and lay down where her son wanted. “hopefully dream mom” Leo said before his eyes closed.

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Don't tell me what it's like to have regrets that haunt someone's life. Life is like being pursued by the shadow of the past, unable to dodge, unable to hide. Gav looked far away at the window, not knowing what he was looking at. Tucked away in many sorrows and wounds, – wounds he made himself and felt his own pain.

“what wound it hurts so much ?” ask Gav to himself. His hand held his own chest. “yah, must have been very sick” murmured.

“I told you first that you loved him” Evano came and immediately replied.

Gav just sat there staring at his miserable life “hahahaha.

Evano felt sad, he approached the dreamy Gav, his hands rubbing against his burly back. Evano's eyes also looked at the direction Gav was headed, there was no purpose – that filled Gav's eyes.

“do you not intend to make your woman return ?” Evano Wood.

“I want to, but now still not possible” sounds like someone who is desperate indeed.

“hei said you want to enjoy hum porridge?” Evano raised his eyebrows.

“I said like that to comfort myself” really now Gav is at the weakest spot.

“but I'm also a human Ev”

“yah... I hate you like this ! if Vina's wing is broken what's the problem ? fly with your wings. If Vina is gone and Alvi is a shadow because of the past, then change Ia” Evano patted Gav's shoulder.

Gav rounded his eyeballs, as if he was impressed by what his best friend said. Well – at least now Gav knows what he will do ahead. Although the result will not be able to have high expectations but try it better.

“Ev.. do you know who the kid El took with him at the ?” meeting Gav scratched behind his ear.

“I think it's his son, but.. I don't know Gav ! I think Alvi has a lot of secrets”

(Smoothly blanketing the room)

“hasn't it been 5 years since El was said to have died ? but the 10-year-old looks like” Gav's brain is now filled with still-rumping puzle.

“wasn't El also pregnant ? if yes where is my son now ?” connect Gav.

“I'll try to find information about the boy, really I don't know anything about that kid” Evano turned to get out of the room.

Gav leaned his body against the edge wall of the balcony, letting the wind kiss him. Relieve all the atmosphere that he has received lately. The return of the princess is like a prince who has waited a long time.

Now the princess has returned only she has to be picked up in a different way. Like a romance story ! but this is the reality that Gav has to face. Like a love romance story that is given a little spice action, become a mafia and get love back.

Sounds silly, even ridiculous. How can the story of the mafia be associated with a romance of love. It's ridiculous that the main character should get his love in such an unimaginable way by stripping off his ego a little.

“tell me how do you want to get back in my arms ?” Gav asked who.

Now he walked closer, his hands clutching the balcony divider of his room. His black bead looked at the stars, really he did not forget how the night ‘it’ passed by him. Like a story of a sweet lover under the moonlight.

“......Humm.. Sometimes we get sick from longing, sometimes we get sick from meeting”

The words were ringing in his brain, like a notice that the present state was a clear picture. The pain caused by this, due to a meeting that at that time was set sweet, but behind it had a very tragic intention.

Really now he realized the mistake in that setting !

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If my heart is filled with guilt, then it is true. I really can't avoid not admitting it.

However, in this guilt-filled heart is stored a love that has been rumbling for a very long time. And really, I can't avoid not admitting it.

I lost a game I made myself before. And look at me ! I also died with your loss by my side. And well, again I can't avoid not admitting it.

- Gav

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