Mafia And Me
can I change it with a chicken mouth?

The golden green-eyed man sighed softly. He sat in his big chair with a flat face

and cold.

Now Evans looked at the woman of faith who was now standing right in front of him.Silent eyes belonging to a cold woman seemed to be touched by the presence of the stupid woman in his mansi.

At least people now feel comfortable about the arrival of Alea in his mansion but not with him.

“What do you want to tell me?” asked Evans, with his fingers knocking

his desk.

“We need blood to help that stupid woman!”

Mika sighed looking at Evans' already flat face back. As if untouchable for Alea's current state

these.

“There are several people who match Alea's blood type. But they can't

donate because the person is affected by alcohol and the woman will die if not helped!” said Mika.

Evans was silent with his thoughts. Even the look on her face seemed scary more than usual, making Mika wonder at her Master's current attitude.

“Let him pick up his own death!" Evans replied casually there was no expression on his face.

Evans asks Mika to walk away from him, but Mika is still standing in front of her Master, staring at her Old Man.

“At least Master can help to save the foolish woman and after that, return the woman to her country.

"so as not to create trouble in your mansion. Don't play with fire sir, if Mister

do not want to fall deeper again,” firmly Mika.

Evans tightened his teeth looking angry, only the first time the woman of his faith did something like this. Mika never once said this to him, even heard that his confidant was already defending a foolish woman like Alea.

“You rule me, huh?” evans' jaw tightened with the glare of his eagle eyes staring at Mika sharply.

 “Because you look different Sir! So I suggest that you return the foolish woman to her country, if you do not want to fall even deeper!”

Those words that Mika blurted out, sounded full of emphasis on her Master who was already

standing straight staring at him.Of course Evans understood the meaning with Mika's words.

There was no response at all from Evans, just a stare. Mika bent her body to leave from Evans' presence.

 Mika flipped her body at a glance, before leaving in front of her master with a slight shock of behavior

His master who looks not penduli like that. Even several times he reminded his Master, of a game that his Master was creating at this time.

With a quick step Mika went to find a return person who was willing to donate

his blood is for a foolish woman who lies weakly there.

“Gosh I can't believe all this,” muttered Mika grunting a coarse breath walking in the hallway

to find people who have not yet shed blood.

“I'm sorry I couldn't help you Ale?!” inner Mica.

I don't know what encouragement. Mika was eager to help the foolish woman, even Mika herself looked chaotic as she stood in the dark corner of the hallway. Slightly ruffled her hair with Mika's far stranger behavior at the moment than her Master.

**

“How do doc?” mika asked the doctor with Mika's position staring at Alea's state

installed infusion hose and wait—

Mika saw an infusion hose with two pumpkin sacs of blood that had flowed through the hose

the infusion into the body of the poor woman and another one still hangs next to her.

An hour ago Mika went around looking for the bodyguards who were in good health, but

he has not got it since.

Then the blood?

Who donated it? Inner Mika saw the blood that had hung on her impeachment pole.

“The situation is now stable, just wait for the time he woke up and the wound was sewed back."

“Who donated the blood, doc?” point Mika at the infusion pole. Curious.

“A servant in this mansion who has donated his blood to Alea,” replied the doctor.

Mika nodded in understanding, as not all of the servants Mika had gathered to help Alea. At least this time Alea survived. Alea's problem, which Mika wants the woman returned to her country.

It seemed impossible that his master had granted it.Even his words earlier were not against him at all. He just didn't want to see the woman die.

**

Evans stood firmly in front of the mirror looking at his current appearance. Next to his hand was buttoning his long shirt.

“You have a meeting today Sir!”

Evans simply cleared his throat answering the question Mika was behind him. In fact, even though Mika was reminded, Evans already knew her schedule today.

“What Master has donated that blood?” ask Mika.

He was curious since last night, who would have donated blood to Alea. Although Mika thought her master could not possibly donate blood to the foolish woman.

That sounds impossible.

But somehow his heart said something else, and his master had donated it.

Evans turned around with the old servant already standing, widening his coat, with Evans casually put his right and left hands and then tidying himself.

“Not you know I don't care about that stupid woman, hmm? Even dead once?!”

Mika padani face her master who currently looks difficult to read by her, even Mika saw her master was so visible back to how it was, cold and cruel.

“You've got word of your assignment? Because your job is not to take care of that stupid woman?”

“I am waiting for information from our men Sir, maybe in a few days we can get the information.”

 “All right I wait!”

Evans came back out to attend one of his jobs. As usual his steps and expression always looked scary until all the bodyguards and some servants who stood there, bowed their bodies while giving their respects.

Evans sits in the passenger seat with the iPad he already holds, in view of the graph of his company that always develops rapidly.

“Master won't ask about the state of that stupid woman?” tanya Mika ventured to ask by looking back at her Master who looked focused.

You mean Mika, right? For a certainty.

Evans exhaled softly, he then threw his face away as if fed up with Mika who always kept teasing him and inquiring about the stupid woman. Isn't it obvious that he doesn't care at all?

“What is he important to me, Mika? Well, it's not my business! You better do your job and never come back to harass me with a stupid woman! I never cared, even if that stupid woman died!”

 Mika sighed, but Mika was still Mika the believer who was now very curious about her master's different attitude.

Although this time it is still vague, but Mika is sure someday it will certainly be seen and answered will be the rage.

“Sorry sir. Are you going to send that stupid woman back to the holding cell?"

Evans took a breath. “No for now. I'll give him a few days to heal first. Maybe two or three days for him is enough. I don't want to be bothered with that stupid woman's business." Evans paused for a moment.

"If it's been three days since you put that stupid woman back in the holding cell and put that stupid woman together with that servant boy!” Evans' orders.

Mika nodded in front there.

“And one more focus you on your task!” decak Evans's.

Mika understands her job. He will try to find what his master wants.

**

 Alea moved her body, slowly opening her eyes. Look at the unfamiliar ceiling up there. His little hand felt heavy for something to befall him.

Sure enough, there was a pair of wrinkled hands that were now grasping his hands.

The middle-aged woman who had always been kind to him, helped herself to sit up and wake up in the consciousness of that little single head.

“You must be thirsty, right? Drink,” the woman who is none other than Berta gives a glass of water to Alea..

“Thank you ma'am. Can I call you mother? Because you remind me of my mother. You are so kind and considerate to me Berta,” Alea said clasping those two wrinkled hands tightly.

“You're Alea. I'm so ashamed you called me by Mother's call. Because I'm not as good as what Mom called, Ale,” lirih Berta gently rubbed Alea's hand that held her tampa felt as clear as a falling cristal in Berta's eyes.

Alea shook her head with a smile, wiping away those tears with her thumb.

“You're a good woman Berta. You deserve to be called mom!” Alea sighed gently patting the old woman's hand.

“Let me call you Mom, Berta. Because I no longer have a mother who gave birth to me.”

Berta nodded slowly, his tears could not be weathered even though the poor woman had removed them several times.

Antony who saw his wife in front there also shed tears, saw his wife who was so missed the figure of his daughter.

“You can call me mom, when we're in the kitchen well?” Alea nodded slowly hugging Berta.

“I don't want Tuan to be angry again and punish you like yesterday,” pinta Berta who was reassigned by Alea.

“Mother..why did I come back to life from the events of that time! I should have died because my hobby was afraid of snakes.”

Alea was still thinking, because every second he cried and never stopped until he was tired and felt sick until he was unconscious.

Berta clasped Alea's hand slowly, looking annoyed with Alea speaking like that.

“You are stupid what?!” Berta was annoyed, but the poor woman's face chuckled little in front of him.

“You survived it made me happy Alea. You want to die in vain? Hmm?” decak Berta's.

“Basic stupid girl!” the sigh Berta who greeted the two laughed a little.

“Eat! Joe made you some soup. Said this soup that Bryan likes to make for you!”

Alea nodded, he was very hungry already a few days without eating.

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