The King, Son of Mafia
Chapter 37 (Past problems)

The fingernails are bitten slowly. The teenage girl's body did not stop pacing like a tangled iron. Even though time has shown at two in the morning. Adella still can't just close her two eyelids. To be honest, Adella felt strange to herself. Imagine, he suffers from an anxiety disorder.

How can an anxiety disorder sufferer have martial skills. A very strong defensive power. Not only that, he could also easily read the movements of the people fighting. With ease, he can know the points of weakness and advantages.

The footsteps of his long limbs stopped abruptly."Should I do hypnotherapy?" the monologue hesitated.

Exhaling for how many times it sounded. Whereas in a different country, a man who still looks dashing at an age that is no longer young. Take off the glasses that frame his nose. This man, gently kneading the base of his nose. Until Adella's photo and she smiled what the camera hit with her pitch-black netra.

"Is he okay there?" ask himself.

This man is leaning his back. Still attached clearly in the memory of Anto, where he and his colleagues are doing humanitarian action. The medical team jumped directly at the scene. The building was destroyed by fire, engulfing the residents' housing in one of the villages on the outskirts of Jakarta.

Some of the victims were burned. No one knows what caused the fire. Although the forensic team jumped into the field. Although it feels awkward, considering the fire that devoured with a matter of seconds to the homes of residents. And a new school building. When the students of Junior High, the third grade studied afternoon classes.

Anto felt strange about what happened. How could it be that in that moment, the unlocked door made not a single student escape the flames. Until Anto found the only survivor. With the body suffering severe burns. He was in a coma for one year. Almost a year and five months, the girl was conscious.

Anto who at that time felt sorry for financing the treatment of the right girl named Adella. He took her to the edge of the village, only to win the teenage girl.

"I burned the building."

"They have no feelings as a human being. And I, want to show you that I can be who they want me to be."

"They said I was, deliberately teasing the principal."

"I was almost harassed."

"They laughed, seeing me cry. And they deserve his death!"

Those were the words that Adella's lips repeated. Like a tangled cassette. The girl was almost crazy. Anto, investigate about Adella. Sure enough, the poor girl got a very disgusting treatment. From friends and those around him. He almost got sexual harassment. While fighting back, he slammed the headmaster. Until the old man accused Adella of teasing him. Just to get a scholarship.

That's just a handful of Adella's sufferers. Until Anto decided to hide his identity and lock in hatred, fear, anger Adella. At least that way, Adella has a new identity, starting from scratch again the right life. Anto recently found out, if Adella is really able to manipulate all her. Until no evidence points to him. It's both great and terrible.

"Pope, the smile on your lips will not fade Adella. The world is so scary. I really hope someone will take care of you. When all is revealed!" Anto stroked the surface of a smiling Adella photo on camera.

Anto already thinks of Adella as his own son. He was lucky that Ochi was helping him. Adella smiles again and has a new life.

***

Dera sighed softly. Vian smiled at his mother.

"Vian did another experiment this time?" Dera asked painstakingly compressing the hot forehead of the son.

"Only a new drug trial, Ma!" the answer is indifference.

"How many times did my mom say. Already, Mama doesn't like Vian holding a drug or poison that is not clear. Mama doesn't demand Vian to be a strong kid or anything. Mama just wants, Vian lives a healthy and happy life. Vian is sick like this Mama feels, Mama's life is getting less!" Cerocos Dera with an annoyed face.

Vian chuckled lightly. This one teenager is very happy to see the worried face of the mother. Different from Sean. Sean doesn't like Dera to worry about him. According to Sean, seeing the mother's face grieving and worried about her was excruciating. Different opinions Vian, see the face worried mother. He felt a sense of happiness, a feeling in which he truly felt life.

Hiro went into the son's room. He sat on the lip of the bed to the left.

"Easy, De! Vian is a strong boy. Oi! Wh dude! You really like to make your mom worry!" hiro Goda.

Vian pulled to the two sides of his lip line upwards.

"Because if you look, Mama's worried. His face had a lot of Pa's expression!" vian answered getting a plot from Dera.

"Look, Mama's face is funny. What else if Mama nyerocos, it really sounds more exciting than the sound of a race bike!" kelakar Vian's.

Hiro chuckles. Before he gets a pinch on the waist. Hiro. Swabbing waist with face of a nelangsa.

"Kok even I'm the one who pinched. I'm talking about your son, De!" hiro protested in a funny tone.

"Vian cannot be pinched. If his son makes a mistake, then his Papa must be punished" said Dera.

Vian's laughter soared. The man who is always flat-faced and talkative will be different. If it is in the family environment. What else if in front of Dera and Hiro. He felt free without being vigilant.

"Then if Launa and Laura make a mistake, who's on the law?" vian asked when he was done with his laugh.

"Father!"

"Mama!"

Simultaneous calls from Dera and Hiro again contributed to the hardness of Vian. According to Vian, Mama and Papa are funny. Very humorous.

***

The little finger jeri Launa is lined with plastic gloves seen working on the stomach of the man who had been anesthetized a few minutes ago. This nine-year-old looks nothing timid. He carefully dissected the unconscious man's stomach on a cold iron table. Yeko, the man just stared at Launa from outside the freezing room. Special masks and special clothes enveloped Launa. Beside Launa's body were several nurses and a surgeon.

"His blood!" tell Launa with full authority.

Two nurses did it.

"Be careful with some young miss veins. Don't let, there's a broken blood vessel" Rebecca interrupted her protege.

The little head of Launa nodded. His eyeballs move following the movements of tiny hands that try to examine the internal organs of humans.

Nothing's sorted out. That's what ordinary people would think of Yakuza children. If anyone sees the smile behind Launa's mask. This girl is very upset right now. I don't know why the killing intent feels so self-tempting. This is not the first time he has had a minor operation.

"Little lady, don't be weird anymore!" the exclamation from the speaker in the room made Launa's slanted smile fade away.

Yeko could feel Launa's strange gaze. Kala saw the blood fluid in the suction and heart organs that beat.