The King, Son of Mafia
Chapter 52 (Annabelle?)

The coldness in winter is really able to puncture up to the bone. The old body with a thousand wrinkles was shrinking more and more by the day. But the breath is still, just side by side with his weak body. Eye beads that used to look beautiful are no longer visible. The face that used to be beautiful and always in the majesties only lives memories.

Mirabel, a name that may have been forgotten. Remembering, all the members of his group had already been massacred. I don't know if, in this woman there is a sense of regret for loving the wrong man. Or just regret his sins in the same past. I don't know, nobody knows.

Creat!

The iron door opened very slowly. Mirabel doesn't need to bring her attention to the door opener. To the two feet in the chain, not too much attention.

Different body scents seep into his sense of smell. Mirabel raised her gaze. The eye beads that were once sharp stared at the intruder. With a black hood and a mask attached to the face.

"Well! Whoa! Whoa! I really didn't expect. You even seem to be living a life of unwilling death," he sneered in a deep tone.

Mirabel chuckled lightly. It was as if there was no burden in him.

"You've come here. Pretty good to have survived back then, huh!" mirabel replied no less.

The black-hooded woman squatted down. Staring at Mirabel with an unreadable look.

"I really feel sorry for you" he said.

"If you really feel sorry. Then please kill me," asked Mirabel in a hopeful tone.

The woman's head was shaking slowly."It's too easy to die. You should be grateful to be alive. So you can see how I destroyed that guy. I mean the man you love," he replied in a stupefied tone.

Kontan alone Mirabel laughed before coughing. His two eyes released a salty liquid at the two corners of his eyes.

"You can never destroy it. You don't know how great the man I love is!" mirabel said with a tone that was starting to weaken.

"Oh, God! How can you still love him. After what he and his kids did to you?"

"I love her, and hate her. I hope you never feel what I feel, Annabelle!" mirabel said sincerely.

Annabelle smiled bitterly. I remember this woman to him. After what he did. Mirabel threw herself away, an hour into labor. Hide if she ever gave birth to a child from a man who gave her strength. His father loved Mirabel. I would do anything for this woman. Unfortunately, Mirabel loves Hiro Yamato too much. Embedded in obsession in the wrap of love.

Until this woman forgot herself. Forget the fact that Hiro only wants and loves Dera. Sunflower tubs that only face towards the Sun. Even to this very second, this foolish woman still lay weakly in pseudo-love.

"Stupid, if you still love her!"

"You've never felt it. Love is different when you love it. Then you'll sacrifice all of it for her. If your love is at the very top, you will feel a sense of hate and affection at one time," said Mirabel softly, "go Bell! In this world Mirabel is just a lonely woman with no children. Don't get involved in your mother's story, "turn Mirabel out at last.

Annabelle threw away her face. Really stupid mom. That's what's in Annabelle's brain.

"Alright, it's like it's a waste I'm here. I hope you still have your breath when I come back to you. You're a stupid woman, but you're my mother. No one can deny this. I may not have the strength for now. Remember that! The wheel is turning. Who knows, one day I could get you out of here. Papa, still love you!" abugn.

Mirabel did not answer. Breathing slowly sounded. The woman re-enforced her body. And come out on the road he took. The two beads of Mirabel's eyes stared at the exit. This woman hopes Annabelle will never come back. Just like back then. As he threw it away, at that stupid man. Men who want to accept it even though they have been hurt repeatedly.

***

The smell of meatballs filled the Yakuza mansion. The snow is falling out there. Dera, Clara and Sari are seen putting noodles, and meatballs into the bowl. Before pouring the meatballs into the bowl. A teenage girl takes her to the dinner table.

"Don't help Adella. Later it looks like Brother Sean is even jealous," said Cleo, "mending Brother help Cleo alone!" continue with a smile.

Vian looked at Adella with an unreadable look. Adella nodded and raised a smile. As if to confirm Cleo's words. Rough breaths from the mouth do not escape Delta's sight. The teenage girl quietly complained inwardly. But it is impossible for him to show his dislike for people.

Vian took over the tray that was in Cleo's hands. They can see Sean being pulled by four girls. Makes the teenage boy really upset. Willem seemed to give encouragement to his younger siblings.

Adella glanced at Sean, before smiling sweetly. His bead clashed with Sean's bead. The man put a mistreated face on the girl he liked.

"What the fuck is that brother's face!" exclaim Laura protest.

"Can't run away brother! Brother must be my horse tonight!" mika said she did not want to lose to her cousin.

"Just kid! You have Brother Willem. Let Brother Willem be your horse!" hatch Laura. Also by Launa. Remember Launa will also come to play after dinner.

Kontan only Mika's eyes looked at the handsome face of the sister. His lips were instantaneous. Mika does not like her own brother. Unfortunately, Willem was not up to his will.

"God ah, Brother Willem is less powerful!" refute Mika.

"Less strong what?" ask Laura.

"Two turns Abang Willem already K.O!" mika said making the laughter of David next to her harden.

The heads of the people dazed at the sight of the girls who were still arguing.

"Abang Sean was also weak anyway," Willem protested in annoyance.

"I? Where am I weak!" refute Sean with a appreciative smile.

The footsteps were clear when Cleo arrived.

"You're wrong. The strong one is David's brother, isn't it Bang?" cleo asked with an ambiguous smile.

Clara stepped quickly closer to her eldest daughter. Leave kitchen.

"What?" david asked in astonishment.

"That's a lot, strong when you've

diran——hhhmmppz!" Cleo glared when she felt her mother's hand smother her bucket mouth from behind.

"Come on, don't talk weird Cleo!" whispered Clara.

The eyes of the people there were on Clara. Mother of Cleo and Cherry. The woman who still looks young and beautiful was chuckling in the made-up when the eyes were warming.

"Come on! Eat up!" take Clara with a soft tone. Clara felt dizzy because her daughter was really like a parrot drip. From childhood until now makes him and his husband dizzy.