Mr. Mafia Is Mine
Chapter 25

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This story will be more interesting for the future, because the big conflict will start from several directions.

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The breath sounds regular. The chirping of birds singing in the morning, accompanying the morning sun shining on the earth. Sunlight can be seen peering at the crevices of the curtains that still close the luxurious room from the light that can disturb the girl remains asleep with a thick blanket wrapped around her tiny body. Other than the girl who was still struggling in the dreamland. In the luxurious room accompanied by the dim lighting, unable to block the sharp eyes was staring at the face of the girl who still looked unconscious.

The smile line again framed the handsome face of the Japanese man. I don't know how many smiles to dozens of times during this one hour. With a sleeping position beside Hiro staring at Dera's face full of happiness. For this man, there was nothing happier than staring at Dera's face. Staring at a plain face without make up. The girl who is always what she is, even though she seems afraid of him.

Hiro's long finger began to disturb Dera's sleep. With a smile that he never looked at anyone. Now it looks when disturbing, the girl who is sleeping. Can this man claim that the girl who is sleeping in the position of conveying facing towards him is the girl?

Although Dera never considered it more. This Mafia boss hopes and hopes that Dera will be his. Uh! No. gabe. Not hoping, it should be his. Hiro Yamato, will make Dera Sandya his only wife. Any obstruction of his steps, he would be merciless.

Hiro does tend to soften when loving this girl yesterday. Enough, he won't soften anymore. Hiro will be back as he was, so that no one would dare to glance at his girl. What else touched this girl.

"Wheel! I will no longer give you room to think or choose. Because it's just me, and me. You're mine! So don't ever see anyone but me!" Hiro said between fingers moving fingers rubbing the cheek gently Chubby Dera.

I could hear a moan from the girl. Getting a reply to an upset moan, not angry this Mafia Boss even smiled wider.

"Wake up baby!" Hiro cried when the crescent moon girl's eyes opened. Hiro sat his body.

Dera squirmed slowly. Grabbed a few times before gazing long at Hiro's handsome face.

"Why is Mister here?" ask in a typical hoarse tone of waking up.

"Why? Can't it?"

"No. We've just got—"

"Yes, I know. That's why tomorrow we're getting married. So don't worry!" cut Hiro in a calm tone.

The girl froze. It was as if trying to repeat Hiro's words.

"Married? Sunday tomorrow?" repeat with a stupid expression.

"Yes. Mama and Papamu, the day after tomorrow will arrive in Jakarta. And for the purposes of marriage do not need to bother. I've taken care of everything. And from now on you should call me baby! Not anymore, sir!" Hiro is at length.

Hiro got out of bed. The girl looks even stranger. Hiro glanced at Dera with a glance at the tail of his eyes. Without having to turn the body facing towards Dera. Who is still on the bed.

"You remember who I am not Dera? I'm not an ordinary man. There's nothing I can't get. I'm not giving you a choice. This is my decision, sooner or later you will still marry me. So there's no problem to speed it up. There was no denial or cancellation. Because death is what your loved one will accept if you dare to argue." His face before stepping out of the room.

Several times the narrowed eyes were seen growling unsure. The fine wrinkle on his forehead made his head dizzy. What happened too suddenly. Why did the Mafia man insist on marrying her. Really am! It's scary living with Hiro.

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"Geez!" Dera almost fell back when he turned his body towards the door.

A lot of consideration. And thinking, he decided to talk to Hiro. From heart to heart, anyone Hiro wants to understand him. Who would have thought he was even surprised by the presence of Leo. He looked at her with a strange look.

The palm of the girl's hand seemed to calm her heart that had a little exercise. He looked at Leo with an incredulous look. Finally, the man entered the room as well. Sitting on a sofa in a rectangular room with many bookshelves in the north.

Dera flips his body towards Leo. The ones on the roof look normal.

"Why not sit?" exclaim Leo with his distinctive heavy tone.

There was a rough gasp of breath being blown through the mouth. The girl moved, stepping closer to the sofa. Sit in front of Leo. The handsome man placed several collisions of books on the table. That's a barrier between him and Leo.

"Why is Leo even here?" Ask Dera with a folded forehead. Dera thought he didn't need any more lessons from Leo. But who would have thought like him he would still deal with Leo.

"Certainly teaching," replied Leo indifferently.

"Yes. I know, but isn't it like I don't have to learn Japanese anymore?"

Leo did not give the man an answer and leaned his body behind him on the sofa. Folding into his two hands in front of his chest with an unreadable look towards Dera.

"Aren't you getting married to Hiro in a week?"

"Bag——"

"Of course I know, it was Clara who called me to go back to teaching. You know, being a Mafia Wife. You don't just have to learn Japanese. You also have to learn a lot of languages. And the most important thing here is, your physique will be trained to be strong. Like shooting, boxing and also being cruel." Leo clearly with his grin.

Dera's body hair felt standing up. Even the saliva that was still in the esophagus he could not swallow. Being cruel? That's not her self.

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"There is nothing wrong with Leo saying it" said Clara Kala Dera asking if what Leo said was the truth just to scare her away

The girl's face immediately turned deathly pale. His neck felt stiff for a moment. His body is weakened, rolled up on the bed. Clara smiled gently.

"But don't be afraid. Boss won't do two things to you. In another sense, you don't have to practice boxing and be ruthless. But he again you have to do it. You have to be sure to guess and also have to be able to master many languages in order to be on par with the Boss," Clara said gently.

"If I still can't?" tanya Dera Spirit. Wish there was a farewell if in the end he could not master the thing that must be mastered by the Wife of a Mafia Boss.

Clara seemed to think, seen from her forehead folded and her eyeballs raised upwards.

"No problem. Because the boss is not a person who can and is easily denied. A leader is a leader who makes. So if the boss had no rules, no one could protest. Because the boss is no ordinary man. Later if you're married you'll see there's a corner you can't see right now. There's another look at the great boss." Clara replied excitedly smiling widely as the word ended.

"What about divorce. Is divorce also in the Mafia?" asked Dera enthusiastically for a few minutes.

Clara's lips were open but the sound of the bus stopped the pace she was about to throw.

"There is no farewell to a Mafia. If anything, the divorce you're referring to might be death." Hiro said with slow steps approaching to the two girls who were in bed.

Clara who was sitting comfortably on Dera's bed came straight down from the bed. While Dera who had been rolled comfortably on the bed again got up and sat down.