Mafia And Me
EXPRESSION FROM THE BOTTOM OF THE HEART

“Lea...” call Evans slowly while wriggling his body.

The man frowned when he felt one hand go numb. Last night his hand was placed on the woman's head.

For the first time in the morning, the man smiled broadly where his eyes were still closed.

One hand Evans reached by his bedside to find a woman who warmed his sleep.

Evans had to open both of his eyes to make sure the woman didn't leave.

Unfortunately, the woman he locked last night in his arms was no longer in his bed.

“Lea.... Are you in the bathroom?” exclaim Evans.

The man got up from his supine position and sat down again accompanied by a smile.

A smile that has never been seen in his entire life, especially in the morning like this.

“Lea...” Call Evans again.

Lea was the favorite nickname for that stupid woman.

Recalling how she smeared those sweet lips last night, Evans smiled again and got up from his bed to immediately look for the foolish woman.

“Where does he go?” his mind is accompanied by a breath.

All of her needs for a bath had already been prepared by Alea exactly as usual.

The man turned to the side where Evans' work clothes were neatly arranged on the long sofa.

Evans hastily cleaned himself up and prepared for work, his Lea must have been outside with her breakfast the next morning.

Unfortunately, the thought of the woman made Evans have to be patient. The foolish woman was not at all at the small dining table where she used to have breakfast.

In fact, Evans could have asked Mika to call Alea into his room and face him head-on.

However, all of that was undone because she knew her Lea must be ashamed for flying in her bed.

“Mr..”.

Mika as usual went into Evans' office even though the man did not answer her.

However, when seeing Evans who was just daydreaming made Mika think for a moment.

Evans was not used to this early daydreaming about what else this early in the morning where the man was sitting in his great chair.

“I want to provide some important files for you.”

Mika put three files on Evans' desk. The man with a heavy sigh took three files and examined them for a moment before affixing his signature.

His thoughts this early in the morning were suddenly chaotic not finding Alea in the morning, somehow the stupid woman who was mysterious was not as usual.

“Later noon at the old factory, Lucas held a small thanks for the increased production success due to

'now they attract many investors to work alone and also their production increases because of so much demand,” reported Mika.

“Good. Not in vain I put that stupid woman in that factory,” Evans said firmly and felt cold

The man took a slow breath, there was no way he would call Lea's name in front of Mika?

“Lucas asked me that you come to his little thanksgiving event,” Mika continued.

He tried to stare at Evans and look for something that made his master's mood suddenly colder even more sinister than usual.

“See later,” replied Evans slowly.

Evans closes all three files and gives them to Mika.

“Is there anything you want to report to me again, Mika?”

“No, I'm sorry. Are you leaving now?” mika asked back.

Evans shook his head slowly, Mika also understood the meaning of her master.

The woman swung her steps towards the exit. However, he suddenly paused for a moment when he remembered something.

“What else is it?” evans asked to find Mika who turned back and looked at him.

“Sorry Sir. I remembered something hal.”

“Say!”

“Three of your pets ask why you haven't called them in a long time?” ask Mika.

Yeah, he's weird about Evans's non-existent attitude. After Carla's death last month, exactly two months ago, Evans had never called his pet even though he was just playing.

“They suspect that now the position of Carla and Juliana has been replaced by Alea, so the three of them assume that the Master does not need it.”

Evans' eyes stared at Mika, suddenly his chest rippled with what Mika had just told him.

Evans doesn't want Alea to be his lady because she—

“What are they and you think so, hm?”

“Do you think I want that stupid woman to be my bitch—replace my two horribly dead pets?”

Mika silences. “Ck!” decak Evans wakes up from his seat.

The man walked towards the glass window then stared at the broken stretch of black roses.

“Last-lately I have no taste.”

One of Mika's eyebrows shot up, then nodded slowly. These two months he knew that his master's mood was not okay.

Even so, but for Mika Evans attitude is strange.

Want the mood Evans good and bad, the man always vent on his pet and this time—

Evans is not tasteful isn't that weird?

To Mika, her master this time was full of big question marks. Evans' change was so quick that Mika was convinced that the man who was not afraid of the darkness had something going on.

“I want to resign, Sir,” said Mika while paying her respects.

“Wait Mika—”

Mika immediately stopped and turned back her body and looked at her master.

“Where did that stupid woman go?”

“Alea was picked up by Lucas this morning. Is there anything else you want to ask Mr?”

Evans shook his head slowly, Mika swung her step back and left.

Evans is alone in his office. In a long breath and two eyes that can not be seen the expanse of the park. For a moment, the man came back to sit down and continue his work.

Evans' eyes caught a brown map on top of the top of some documents. He took it and opened it.

A camera and a voice recorder and several other sheets of paper are inside the brown map.

Unfortunately, Evans wasn't interested and chose the tome he always kept over the side of his empty desk space.

Alea's personal journal.

Evans opened the book again, he rubbed sheet after sheet of graffiti from a pencil scratch that showed a picture.

Evans' chest rippled and his heart praised every stroke the woman's left-handed hand produced.

Yes, Evans knew because he had seen Alea secretly drawing with his left hand.

“He turned out to have a lot of talent,” murmured in his heart.

“All the pictures in this book seem to be alive and you are very clever, Lea,” Evans continued in his heart.

Evans' eyeballs glared sharply when he saw the figure of a man who had no idea who the woman was pictured in this book.

Evans began to observe every picture there is always writing in Korean hangul letters that he did not know what the meaning of the woman expressed in each picture he made.

‘What is the figure of Mike Shander? Alea's stupid, jerk-off lover?’ muttered Evans with tightened jaws.

Unaccepting, he took and tore the picture of the man and squeezed the paper into a small circle in his hand.

‘I'll chase you, Mike Shander,’ Inner Evans.

Evans took a deep breath in unison, his mood returning badly this time. He slammed hard open the journal with a hunting breath.

However, for a few seconds he turned his head when the book opened wide and showed the figure of a hoodie man in a port.

The row of containers that he believes that the man with a long coat and hat is himself.

“First meeting,” Inner Evans.

He picked up the book again and now Evans sits on the long sofa leisurely looking back at what was in the book until the last sheet.

“Actually the woman wrote what? In every picture? Why should I use weird writing like gini?”

Upset, because he felt curious about what Alea actually wrote on each picture of it. All Evans could do right now was snort in annoyance.

When Evans reopened the next sheet, the man was again stunned.

Alea drew every incident where the woman was, he said, from the events first brought to Naples in an unconscious state to the expanse of a garden of black roses and a winged statue of a woman was in his journal.

Another one that Evans was surprised at.

The picture of him and Alea in the rose garden was kissing under the winged woman statue.

“What did these lips ever kiss me too? Under the winged woman statue in your black rose garden, Ev? Really, that shadow is still recorded clearly as if I was dreaming?”