Mr. Mafia Is Mine
Chapter 38

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Cold air touches the surface of the skin. The beautiful teenage girl was lying with many hoses attached to her thin body. Dry pale lips without a hue become a common sight for medical personnel. The aroma of the drugs touches the lungs with the help of oxygen. The sound of a heart-detecting machine is beating steadily with the right rhythm. Frequency is stable on the monitor. Droplets by droplets of food liquid flow through the transparent hose. The fingers move slowly, in a closed room that is deliberately kept away from noise and is also very sterile. The faint breaths no longer appeared. The breath became a little rough and strong. The tears in the two corners of the tail of the eye show themselves. It's like saying that a nightmare is approaching. Just a few seconds ago the breath that was drawn was so slow and stable. But this time it looks different, as described by the frequency of the monitor. Until a loud noise brings the word panic of the medical personnel. The Doctor and Sister ran hurriedly towards the VIP room.

"What's going on?" Ask the Doctor when he entered the room with a panicked look on the Sister who was assigned to guard Sari for twenty-four hours.

"So it's still stable Doc! When I'm staying for a while it's like this." Said the Sister no less panicked with the Doctor.

"Contact Mr. Yamato." Tell the doctor who just arrived at the doorway.

Without much rebuttal people who have been moving fast. The cost incurred by the Mafia Boss was no joke. Good for security, comfort and safety Sari. The animated-faced man reached out to fantastic rags in a matter of hours. The teenager lay unconscious for more than a few months.

In another place the woman who shared the same blood was looking restless. The small palm touched his chest. There was an uneasy feeling that suddenly greeted his heart. What the hell is going on? Why does he feel uneasy and uncomfortable. His forehead is folded thick, even the base of his nose is shriveled.

"What's up, De?" Clara touched Dera's right shoulder with a worried face.

Dera looked at him with a strange face. The pregnant woman did not know what she was feeling. He also felt that the feeling that came was ambiguous. Just to be presented with a few words. This woman is unable to play words just to explain an ambiguous feeling by the heart.

"I don't know, I don't feel good." Reply Dera accompanied by a head slowly.

Garden roses are deliberately planted by Hiro to Dera show his beauty. The blood red color looks so beautiful. A beauty that is inversely proportional to the one that her little heart offers today. The afternoon breeze flew Dera's shoulder-length hair slowly. Clara was only able to show off a gentle smile to the woman in such a sensitive time.

"Let's sit here first." Clara pulled Dera's wrist gently. Heading to the iron chair that was deliberately in place right in front of the flower garden. Only for the woman to sit enjoying to the senses and the fragrance of the red Rose flower.

Dera. The two of them sat on a chair staring at the flowers that swayed when the wind gently greeted the surface of the flower petals. Clara released her grip on Dera's wrist.

"Pregnant mothers are a bit sensitive and have their own fears," said Clara considering Dera will be the taste that is presented during pregnancy she can be.

Rough breathing in the mouth. The wet pink lips look thin. The words were said by the girl beside him.

"Is that really so?" exclaims Dera as if trying to convince himself of a feeling that he should not feel. Might as well.

"Yes. Nothing will happen as long as you're with Boss Yamato," teased Clara in a crisp tone.

The initially thin smile now looks so clearly framing the sweet face of this Yakuza woman. The roar of rough footsteps can be caught by the sense of hearing to two. The beautiful woman smiled at him. Before pulling next to the small table beside the chair, put it in front of Dera.

"It is time to drink the milk of pregnant women and fresh fruits, Madam." Said the Rose laying out the tray that he carried.

"I want to get married" said Rose in a hopeful tone when the first prick of a fork on an apple by Dera.

Dera replied with a smile. While Clara looks strange, as if she also feels the same as the Rose.

"Why do you want to get married? Just enjoy your youth Rose," said Dera before lifting the fruit that had been skewed.

"I want a man who loves me so much. And also pregnant like Madam Yamato. Uh! I imagined a sweet house of hands" said the Rose.

"Sound fun. But unfortunately we still haven't seen the wedding door open, have we?" now it's Clara's turn to open the sound.

The rose quickly. Both of them do not look to have a special man on the second side. But there is a clear difference here. If Roses, this Indonesian native girl does not have a mooring heart for her to enter into a more serious level. It was different with Clara. This civilized Chinese girl must have had someone special in her heart. The man she wants to get into a more serious and clear relationship with. Only unfortunately here, the man was too cold and insensitive to taste. Or even he knows the deep feelings of Clara. Just don't want to be in a relationship with this beautiful girl.

Dera just shook her head slowly. With the fruit coming into his mouth.

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There is always a sacrifice behind a faithful promise. There is nothing that cannot be promised when the price of death has become the property of the highest person. Flat face does not always look intact touch the surface of the beautiful face Nomi. The woman who always accompanied Kara looked cloudy. The snow-floating scroll fell onto the wooden swing chair.

"I'm sorry, son!" Pitched and voiceless cries become a substitute for the breeze of the night. The sky was so dark without stars when the first snow greeted Tokyo Japan. The house with an ancient feel becomes a regular sight by the woman who looks so beautiful. Nomi had been a subordinate of Nomi since the age of ten. He was a slave bought by the Kara family. Swear blood loyal to Kara. Must be willing to be Kara's footwear. Must be willing to hold anything for Kara.

The wind blows away the unattached hair boy. Dark brown hair that is not tied can be seen dancing in the night wind. The breeze that approached seemed to be playing around with the memories of the past. Twenty-nine years ago. When Nomi, demanded of her loyalty and sacrifice by Kara.

The cold-faced woman was asked to sleep with Zeo Yamato with a mature plan. Become a surrogate womb, which initially became the biggest plan behind the dark secret. Too bad, when pregnant. Kara's womb can't hold seeds. Kara is barren. Love and obsession bring madness. Starting from pretending to be pregnant, and giving birth to Hiro Yamato.

What is more sadistic for Nomi is not about the son she was born to be the son of another woman. However, when the son he loved in silence was shot in front of him. In front of his two eyes. He can't cry in front of Zeo. Can't roar and run on a body full of blood. He could only stand with his body trembling.

Even though a mother's heart screams and cries bitterly. He should still be a flat and cold face. Although his heart was broken. Seeing how hard little Hiro was training with many sharp objects. In brackets in a dark room. You even have to sleep in a cage of wild animals.

Tear drops bear witness to how fragile this woman who has given birth to Yakuza blood is. A blow to the chest sounded harsh. Sakti! Really sick. He wanted to hug Hiro warmly. I want to be called by my son. But everything is just a false hope. As long as Kara's alive and breathing.

"hiro! I——ibu, love you!" He said in between the sobs that air in the cold air.

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