THE MAFIA!
Chapter 72's

🌹 Where is Chania? #part1

🍄 Four months ago...

The drama at Michael Xavier's palace that night was Chania's plan. All day long he was looking for the safest way to get out of Michael's palace.

Requesting clearance? Going in the light? Or fled?

All of that could not possibly succeed in making him escape the guard of the bodyguards whose number is not small.

So much more that he can do besides mensiasati.

Have a sleeping pill that he got from messaging online with the delivery method one hour until. Making him grasp a sleeping pill within a few hours of his plan.

Deliberately distracting the Chefs at work, he managed to put sleeping pills into a special desert batter for bodyguards and maids.

As per his request, he asked for a portion of it for him. But instead of eating, he just feed the desert to Michael at dinner.

So when showing half ten nights, all the inhabitants of Michael's palace including the guards and maids in the back house who were not on duty slept in a long sleep.

Make sure the husband is really immersed in his dream, then immediately enter the walk in closed.

Pulling out his big suitcase, putting in all his simple clothes and all the things he brought with him when he first entered Michael's house. Including the old diary of the mother.

He deliberately left all the valuables that Michael gave him while he was his wife.

The last thing he did after changing his nightgown with a warm shirt was, move all the rest of the account that Michael gave to his personal account.

Removing the app trail, then accidentally leaving the phone as well as a card - a card that Michael gave over the jewelry display case.

And unknowingly left a valuable object in the form of testpack results that he stored in the box.

Once all is ready, immediately pull the suitcase out of the walk in closed. In front of the door he stopped, staring softly and disappointed at the figure of the man who slept on the bed.

A few seconds later his gaze shifted down every inch of the luxurious room. Last look at the sky - the sky of the room with a dragon painting. The painting amazed him. Because it can describe how powerful the occupant of the room was.

The luxurious and magnificent rooms that bear silent witness to the struggle write their own story in Chania's heart. To be a silent witness to the sanctity he kept for 22 years.

Walking slowly, approaching the bed where the owner of the palace in the influence of sleeping pills that he gave. Stand beside him.

"Although I'm disappointed, I will never forget you, Mr. Mafia. You are my first love." Chania rubbed the firm line of Michael's face using his finger back.

"I'm sorry, I have to go... I have to save our two fetuses." Chania held onto her stomach with a trembling and crumbling heart. "He's been almost 18 weeks, sir. They are in good health. However, I hope that when they grow up, you will meet. And hopefully if that time comes, you don't mind their presence." Chania said

"For now I will take care of them, even alone. Only they will be the pain-melters of this bitter reality, sir." Pressing in his heart as he said the hurt word. However, that fact did indeed stab his heart to the deepest part.

Chania landed a kiss on Michael's forehead. Deep enough and long enough. Channeling a love that is studded with disappointment.

"I'm leaving, Honey.." smiled wryly as he called out the name. "Take good of yourself. I'm sure you'll always survive any war, Honey."

Closing his eyes, strengthening his broken heart. Then smiled wryly, "Have my love never been reciprocated, sir." He shed tears, but as quickly as lightning he wiped them away. It was too embarrassing for her fate to cry.

"I'm sorry again, sir. I refused to donate my spinal cord to Selena Arlington. Even though I know he's my brother. Just like Oliver Arlington!"

Sighs, stares sadly at Michael. Still, he hopes that Michael and his family survive the agreement between Michael and Deborah.

Step out of the room with a large suitcase in hand, and look at the two guards who were already asleep. With a slow but sure step, he got into the elevator and went downstairs.

Until he managed to get out of the magnificent house without being seen by one eye. Stop a passing taxi, and ask to drive it somewhere.

The taxi stops right at a big house, though it's not comparable to Michael's mansion.

Chania approached the black-painted fence towering 3 meters high. And someone dressed in security came straight out of the guard post.

"Who are you looking for Miss?" ask the guy.

"Have you forgotten about me?" chania asked as she pursed her lips. "About - mentang now I'm poor so you forget me?"

The man frowned, recalling the familiar voice. "Miss Chania Renata?" he was surprised with a slightly raised eye.

"Yes." replied Chania smiling.

"Oh my God, forgive me Miss! Miss looks more.. contains hehe.. So I barely recognized" he said, opening the fence lock and quickly opening the fence for Chania.

"It's okay!" chania answered while dragging the suitcase over the fence. "Sir Joe William is there?"

"She, Miss!" quickly answer.

"Can I come in?"

"Of course you can, Miss! let's enter! let me take the suitcase!" the 40-year-old man seized the handle of the suitcase that was in Chania's grasp after re-locking the fence.

"Thank you" said Chania.

"Please sit down, miss" said the man pointing to the sofa. "I asked the waiter first if Mr. Joe hadn't slept."

"Thank you, sir!" chania said as she put her ass on the sofa.

Not until the man entered the inside of the house, the door of the homeowner's workspace that is visible from the living room opens.

"Chania?" greet the thick-bodied and firm-faced man.

"Sir Joe William!" chania stood up again.

"I'm sorry, sir." said the guard, who was named by a man named Joe William.

"Sit, Son!" tell the 52-year-old man.

"Thank you, Om!" chania changed to call Om. Because there was no one else in the room.

"Why did you get here this night?" ask Joe.

Chania lowered her head, feeling like she couldn't tell her life's problems. Too bitter and heartbreaking.

"Om, just let Chania stay here tonight." finally that sentence came out.

"Why just tonight? it's never a problem, son."

"Chania doesn't want to trouble Om and Auntie!"

"Don't consider us anyone else."

"Remain, Om is Papa and Mama's former lawyer. It's inappropriate for Chania to trouble you."

"Chania!" a woman's voice sounded from inside the house.

"Aante!" replied Chania stood up and hugged the woman who was the same age as her mother.

"Where do you live now?" asked the woman rubbed Chania's back affectionately.

"Emm..." Chania took off her hug before replying. "Chania lives in the official house, Auntie."

"Oh.." feeling relieved. "What's going on?" pointing suitcase.

"The whole story, Auntie!" answer Chania. "The bottom line is Chania is in breach of contract, so she has to leave the company."

"Yes, Chania!"

The conversation continued until late at night. And to Chania's goal, he goes to Joe's house, Papa's trusted lawyer. Even those who take care of the debt of the late Papa without asking for payment.

"Where did you get that kind of money, Chania?" ask Joe's wife.

"Over the story, Auntie. What is clear is that Chania is not corrupt, nor does she steal."

"Are you sure, son?" ask Joe.

"Certainly Chania was sure, Om."

"Well, tomorrow Om will take you to the bank."

"Thank you, Om."

"Yes, now sleep in the room we used to occupy."

"One more time thank you, Om, Auntie!"

"Same - same, Chania."

***

Chania was in the room she had been in. Lean on the back of the bed, staring at the colorful lights that adorn the sky - the room sky.

"It's a good thing I've gotten 3 M so far" he murmured. "I didn't expect Michael to transfer enough! I haven't used a debit card for a long time."

Smiling with relief from getting 3 M money. But then a bitter smile, remembering there is no future for him and the fetus in his stomach to be the purpose of tomorrow.

"After tomorrow's gone, where should we go, son?"

He rubbed his stomach, with tears dripping from the eyes.

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