TO BE YOUR MILK MOTHER

RIGHT HAND 'BONE ABRAHAM'

Dusk comes in the chants of the holy verse, the sign of the adhan maghrib will reverberate. Barbara who had just stayed in Gio's king-size bed without moving down to just look around . Now feel that his body is very sticky because it has shown at 17:25 WIB.

Gio who had been outside the room was startled by Barbara's arrival. Barbara who was glaring around Gio's luxurious house with dragon-shaped ornaments.

"Ehm .. Mister." Lirih Barbara called Gio who was standing on the edge of the stairs.

Gio looked over. Waiting for Barbara to say her words again. "I'm taking a shower, okay?." Barbara asked with an adorable expression.

Cherry lips with the head leaning forward like someone was whispering something to his interlocutor.

Gio held back his smile. In order not to look wrong behavior will adorable Barbara's behavior. Gio nodded straight. "By, there are a lot of women-only clothes in my closet. You can take as much as you like." The answer.

Barbara commented on her sweet smile. He felt that he would meet water today. The water will make it fresh. "Thank you, sir...???."

"Gio .. My name is Gio." Cut Gio fast, yesterday had not introduced himself to the red-haired woman.

Barbara nodded slowly and her mouth formed the letter 'O'. "alright... I take a shower!." Sergea Barbara immediately turned her back and rushed into Gio's room again.

Gio who did live alone in that luxurious house. Feeling a little amused by the woman he took hostage. Hostages are healthy, not hostages he's hurting. Seeing the gentleness and feeling the positive aura of the red-haired woman. It made Gio change his mind. He also did not want to abuse his power just to take revenge on his rivals.

Gio looked at Barbara's back which started to disappear behind the door. The breath sounds rough. Trying to sit on the top of the stairs. Hold on to the iron rod of the stairs and lean on his back. Straighten one leg and hold the other.

Suddenly, when he was dreaming of something. Two of his men reported something. There was someone waiting for him downstairs.

I feel like I have no appointment with someone. Giorgio Abraham refused to go down. He chose to keep quiet with the mageran who had attacked him.

Cloudy weather, shahdu atmosphere. Makes Gio feel lazy to do activities that he thinks drain a lot of energy.

Tuk

Tuk

Tuk

The sound of the knocking of the shoes stepped towards Gio's current direction. Stepping from the stairs to the other stairs.Gio who was relaxing at the end of the upper stairs was just silent while closing his eyes. Confusing anyone who comes.

A soft pat landed on Gio's shoulder. Landing his b©k©n9 towards the stairs just below the stairs that Gio sits on. Gio who was still loyal to close his eyes was just silent unaffected in the slightest.

"Master. I'm here to tell you something."

The breath sounds pretty long.

"I've worked with your uncle Bone Abraham for decades. I also saw how you were when you were a baby. Beloved, loved by both your parents. You need to know, all this time. You are made a tool to complete your own uncle's revenge. After the death of both of your parents. Where you were seven years old. I'm here, already fed up with what your uncle left me. My life was too dependent to be restrained by your greedy uncle. As the right hand of Bone Abraham. I just want to tell you that Varro Dominique is not the one who has eliminated both of your parents. Signore. It's a fact."

Djderr!

The eyes that had been closed were now perfectly open. The story from his uncle's right hand was interesting. Finally, Gio got up and took Bone Abraham's right hand into his study on the first floor.

"We're working my room. Not here. I'll listen to everything you know!." Gio said with a step down a few steps.

The right hand of Bone Abraham, whose name was Yusa, said. Follows the boss' nephew.

Kriett

The door is wide open. The dark room scented tulips was entered by two humans are both stocky. But different age.

"Sit..!" Gio's word to Yusa.

"Thank you, sir." Said Yusa sitting in front of Gio.

The middle-aged man who was slightly filled with white hair also looked at his master's nephew steadily. Convinced that it was time for him to hand over evidence that Varro Dominique was not the one who had harmed his parents. Except his own uncle.

One brown envelope he stuck in front of Gio. Making Gio frown. Then looked at Yusa and the envelope in turn.

"Open sir. It's a will left by your parents before they took their lives." Tukas Yusa with great care.

Without ba-bi-bu. Gio opened the slightly yellowed envelope adhesive. Gio carefully read the top of the letter.

"My son Giorgio Abraham"