The Ugly Duckling's

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The plane started flying low, before long landing slowly. We walked down the plane, Yama was not as usual. He walked by embracing me possessively.

"Yama, I can't walk if you're like this" I said. Yama didn't bully me, she tightened her embrace and made me drift a little.

"Yama, why don't you just carry me" I said annoyed. Yama turned her head towards me and then she actually carried me bridal style. Everyone cheered and clapped, embarrassing me.

Yama suddenly shouted, "We just merried!" Then he laughed happily looking at my face.

Many people congratulated us, my face was already red. My shame, fortunately my husband is handsome and cool, my mind. We walked to the car park, I was confused looking for our luggage.

"Yama, where's our stuff?" my many.

"It's where we're staying" Yama replied by driving home.

"Where are we going, what a secret." I folded my hand over my chest.

"We're going to get to the place for the honeymoon."

"Yes, I know we're going on a honeymoon but where? the mountain? at hotel? or where?" I asked him to pinch his cheeks.

"I'll take you to a place where no one will be able to hear your screams tonight." Yama took down her sunglasses a little. I turned my face red in shame.

Yama installed GPS to help her, smoothly we headed to our temporary residence location. The car entered the beach area, again Yama carried me across the bridge to go to our room.

It is like an apartment room, complete with a kitchen and family room. Mini but very comfortable, the sound of the calm waves makes me more sleepy. We leave at 10 am and arrive here at 6 pm, but the time in Maldives is slower 4 hours than the time in Japan.

The sky still looked blue, Yama showed her watch which showed the number 2 noon. I yawned slowly, this trip made me a little tired. "Let's take a nap" said Yama. I nodded with a swipe of my eyes, we took a nap together to unwind.

I opened my eyes when I heard the roar of the waves a little hard, it was already afternoon. Yama was not there, I immediately looked for him. It's not funny if something terrible happens in a country of people.

It turned out that Yama had just finished a bath and just wrapped a small towel around her lower body. The towel did not close fully, visible part of the open.

"Yama! get your clothes on!" I screamed by turning my face away.

I felt a breath on my nape, his warm breath blending with the fragrant aroma of mint mixed with cloves.

"Look at me" he whispered in my ear.

"No want! you get dressed up!" i rebuked him.

"I'll satisfy you tonight" he said interspersed with gasps.

"Yamaaaaa ..." I shouted as I ran out of the room.

I ran across the bridge, then I sat by the beach alone. The sand looks very clean and beautiful. I made strange patterns on the sand with my finger, thinking about whether my actions were right. Yama came and sat next to me, looking up at the sky that afternoon.

"I promise I won't hurt you" said Yama exhaling harshly.

"I'm scared." I started sobbing.

"I won't push, even if I'm a Yakuza." Yama was trying to make a joke that to me was very crisp.

"I have a bad past, my life is full of compulsion. What are you gonna do when you're 15 and you're forced to do that?" yama said with eyes.

"Huh? you mean diso?" manywould be surprised.

Yama laughed crisply, "No, they forced me to do it with a girl. One of the conditions for becoming a Yakuza." his gaze instantly turned frightening.

"The story was so intense, I saw him cry. I also cried when I did. Long ago, my heart wasn't this cold."

"I'm sorry," I squandered in his arms.

"I want to do my duty, I'm just .. embarrassed." I hid my face in shame.

"What is shame for? To me, you are perfect. The only one in the world." Yama raised my face.

We exchanged salivary channels of mutual love, before long Yama invited me to dinner. We didn't go far, there were a few restaurants where we stayed. I saw all the seafood, I picked something warm for me.

The meal did not take long, as we were already very hungry. I buy time by asking him to take me around. I expected him to be exhausted and fall asleep quickly, but what would I do if I remembered the stamina of a Yakuza.

I took a deep breath and said to myself, I'm ready!

Yama was already on the bed, while I was still lingering in the bathroom. Pacing indistinctly made me panic even more, the sound of the bathroom door being knocked.

"Darling ... Are you all right?" ask Yama.

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Title: Mr. Mafia

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Alex is just a street kid, to fulfill his life Alex is forced to

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mafia neighborhood, until the age of 30 years Alex adopted to replace his adoptive father as the chairman of the mafia.

One day Alex finds out who both his parents are and the cause

his death, it turns out that Alex is a descendant of D’devil, D’devil is

mafia members who have been around for decades. So Alex intends to

avenging the death of his parents by marrying his daughter

of the murderer.

Laura is a girl who is less fortunate than living as an adopted child

gunawan family and more sadly he must want to marry with

Alex in return for saving Gunawan

Will Alex be able to avenge the deaths of his parents?

Will there be love between Alex and Laura?

How would Alex react if Laura wasn't Gunawan's daughter?