Mafia And Me
Controlling emotions

Before entering Evans' office, Alea took a deep breath after she felt calm enough to push the food trolley into the room.

“Goodnight, Sir,” greet Alea while staring at the man for a moment.

Evans was sitting at his desk with a laptop screen he was looking at.

It was used to saying no, but Alea did not care.

“I have prepared dinner for you, please,” Alea said again.

One by one some of the menus Evans asked the kitchen person, while the man still sat and focused on his gaze.

‘Something strange isn't it?’ inner Alea asked herself, staring at the still-convenient man sitting in the seat of her greatness.

‘Have been a few days since Evans didn't call his lady bitch? Is he fasting?’

Alea laughed inwardly at Evans' strange attitude that couldn't.

“Why are you looking at me like that, hmm?”

Alea blinked both of her eyes sluggishly since when the man was now in front of her.

“Hm, no Mr.”

Evans looked suspiciously. “Tell me, what exactly are you planning to do with your lover, hmm?”

Alea's forehead frowned confused at the question.

“Sorry, what do you mean? I have no plans.”

Evans ruffled his waist with his eyes drawn.

“Ck! Did I ask you that word, huh? I know you and your boyfriend are planning to kill me, right?You poison this food, right?” accuse Evans.

Alea laughed in surprise. “Ra-poison?” exclaimed Alea, both eyes dropped staring at the food served on the round table. That said, Evans always eats dinner in his room.

“What poison, Sir? Nothing,” hardik Alea.

 ‘Gosh put poison? Why is the devil so sure I accuse me of putting poison in his food, his inner’.

“You're afraid I'm poisoned, Mister?”

Evans was silent with his cold expression while Alea let out a long breath.

“If I want to poison you, really giggle now. Why didn't I just poison you in the first place.”

“Are you afraid to die because I poisoned you?” ask Alea, again.

Evans pulled the corner of his lips to the side. “OK. If you don't put poison in my food, you better eat all this dinner.”

 “Whataah?”

“Why? Are you also afraid of dying will be your own hmm?” evans asked back.

Alea grunted softly. He's lazy to argue with devils like Evans.

Alea finally threw her pantatt on the dining table chair and ate casually in front of the man.

“See, I ate all. It's really delicious. Did I die from poison in this food?”

Alea curled her shoulders with lips that were grouching in annoyance.

“No. I am still alive and not dead as I thought that poisoned you.”

Evans gave a slanted smile, propping up his hand. “You haven't tried the wine yet haven't you?”

Alea's eyes were rounded.

“You mean?”

Evans showed me the wine bottle in front of Alea, and lastly the woman stayed a lot in front of the bottle, could she be suspicious of it?

“Drink that wine so I'm sure you won't poison me.”

Alea shook her head, slowly.

“No.”

Alea squeezed both hands tightly. “Sorry, I don't drink wine.

"I swear I don't put poison on what else you drink, sir. Please believe me,” please Alea.

“Ck! Of course I don't believe you, then drink.”

“But I've proven, Mr.”

Alea stared softly at the bottle. “Do not make me drink wine, Mr.” Alea turned her face.

“Just like you want to kill me slowly.”

Evans pulled the corner of his lips to the side. “So you put poison on that drink, hmm?”

Alea shook her head, no. He's not that slick. “Then why are you afraid, hmm?”

Evans poured the wine into a tall glass and gave it to Alea.

“Drink to the end if you don't poison me,” Evans said, firmly.

 “You can ask Berta and the kitchen person, all the food in this trolley Be the one who prepared it.

"You can check yourself on a cctv that is already as big as the bisocope screen,” point Alea on the wall where all are clearly installed cctv every corner of the Evans mansion room.

“Check just there. Did I put poison in those foods and drinks?”

There was a reason why he did not want to drink wine.

“Actually you mean what changed me with Berta if you suspected that I would kill you with poison?”

Evans was silent on the spot staring at Alea.

“Why don't you just let me in my place again with your more fearsome pet?”

Alea could also be upset if accused of being a no-no here.

Even if he hates Evans, can't it be that he's going to kill those demons with poison?

“You are indeed good at Alea,” replied Evans by crossing.

“You already know my reason why you're here as my personal servant.”

Alea grunted softly. “Yes. But you shouldn't suspect me of overdoing it like this, sir.

"Even if you are evil to me and torment me in this hell of yours, but there is no intention of killing you!”

Evans laughed lightly and disparagedly. “Drink. I don't want to listen to your stale base.”

Evans' eyes glanced at the tall glass.

“Come, quick!”

Alea took a breath for a moment, forcing her to take the tall glass and then straightened it quickly to the toilet.

“Satisfied!”

Evans gave no expression. “Do I need to drink it and eat it with the bottle, hmm?”

Evans cringed with the last sentence. However, he did not deny that he poured the wine back into the same glass as proof.

“Minum.”

Although Alea's expression was surprised that Evans again asked him to drink it. Forcibly, Alea re-enforced it with both wet eyes.

“Do you want me to drink again, hmm?” a tear fell on Alea's cheek with her hand holding the tall glass.

“No. I'm satisfied.”

Alea wiped away her tears. “It turns out you were right, there was no poison in my food and drink,” Evans said, casually.

“Clean all this, I've no appetite for dinner!” he continued, leaving Alea who was still standing and looking at him.

Alea's body started to react, she felt burning.

“I have to get this done right away. Yes, I can't take it anymore.”

Alea quickly cleaned up all the traces of the evening meal she had already eaten.

He squeezed the end of his clothes holding a heat all over his body.

“Alea, what's up?” ask Berta.

The twilight woman was surprised to see Alea who looked hurriedly storing the food trolley.

Alea gave a faint smile. “I'm fine, Berta. I go first,” Alea said as she patted the twilight woman's hands gently, looking worried at her.

Before long, he ran quickly to his room. One thing Alea was looking for when she was already inside her room. He crouched down in the sitting toilet to spit out the wine he had already drunk.

Unfortunately, it did not work at all and the only way he looked for medicine was because his body could not stand the wine.

“Please me, Lord.”