My Wife Is Mafia
43. My Wife Is Mafia

Kania knew if someone entered the house, she turned around and suddenly Guzman was already behind her.

"Yolan, you ran away and you made a mistake" Guzman said, pressing his temple to see Kania standing there.

Kania heard that no matter, she walked over and hugged Guzman, "Dad, I miss you,".

Guzman was silent, it was the first time the girl he had been teaching hard all this time hugged him with a little taste, inexplicably Guzman felt calm, he rubbed Kania's head and sat down, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you should be living in a family that should be normal and give you happiness,".

Kania's eyes seemed to be dewy to hold back her cries because she felt that she should have done it a long time ago, her father was a very good person in her eyes, he killed the trash of the country, he killed the trash of the country, not because of money or power, because the person he killed deserved it.

His point to Kania was like that. Guzman also held back his tears, he should have given a decent life for his daughter, should he be educated like his nature which has a feminine side, in contrast to her upbringing so hard and made Kania close her heart tightly.

Kania knows how hard Guzman is to raise her alone, plus she is a daughter and Guzman has no idea about the female world. Because iu Guzman educated him as a boy and finally Kania became a hard figure.

"Dad is still trying to track down the real Black shadow leader to keep us safe" Guzman said.

"Here it is, Dad, forget it. I'm back for the holidays not for the mission,"

"It seems like this year means a lot, you've changed a lot"

"No dad, I just-"

"This country, this city has not changed at all, it's just that I'm working with Regan".

"Regan? don't you trust him?"

"There's no other choice. He knows where you are. Because of this, my father worked with him by giving him a share of the company's stock,".

The silence took a moment.

Kania no longer knows what to say, she could have killed Regan the traitor of The Bloods but Kania does not want to spoil her father and makes more sacrifices for him.

"Tomorrow, I hope you go back to Indonesia, it's not safe here, Yolan,"

"Dad, I'm going to Indonesia but I have to come. I just hide there and live a normal life"

Guzman heard it silent.

"dad...."

"Yolan, there are times when we are strong when we are united and there are times when we have to split up to defend life and sometimes even hiding in enemy headquarters is the best protection. How's Prabu doing?" asked Guzman.

"I don't know," Kania replied by raising her shoulders.

Kania feels unable to meet the man face to face after Prabu kissed him in such a way. The taste is still effective on the head of Kania, soft, warm, deep and master without limit. Make it weak at once.

Kania feels Prabu is very serious for their relationship without seeing the truth of the future that will obviously happen to their relationship. Kania recalled after the kiss, she slapped Prabu until the aunt broke out to bleed as Prabu loosened his embrace.

"Dad won't force you, but it's good that tomorrow you go back to Indonesia, I'm sure you're strong and always strong" Guzman said, leaving Kania in the room.

Kania looked at her father's back who was coming out.

As the night approaches, Guzman shows no sign of her going home, Kania settles down on her bed, pulls up the blanket and tries to close her eyes. Putting aside for a moment Prabu's face that wanted to make him feel like tears.

Kania's mind wanders to something else,. Kania Sanat wants to know how the man who was stabbed by his dagger last time, the first target that Kania can not make sure he was killed or still alive, or alive, for a year leaving his country there was no information about what his father gave.

"is he really dead?".

His other thought was to return to Prabu. Kania opens her eyes and thinks what she should do for her relationship, in a few days they will meet on the cover. Kania tapped her forehead remembering the expression the last time Prabu got the slap: Anger that can not be described!

......................

The next day, Kania welcomes the morning with a smile and lounges in bed. He felt he had never gotten better sleep than sleeping that day for the past week.

Kania felt like she had never had a dream tonight when she fell asleep and for many years. Kania had not been so relaxed looking at the sun that began to appear in the eastern horizon with his own light entering the bedroom Kania between the windows, which illuminated eyes reluctant to open.

Kania wriggled for a number of times but he returned to the blanket even though the air did not feel cold. It is better to lower the temperature of the heater and return with a slight cool atmosphere and make it back to sleep.

The sound of the coffee machine, the sound of bread jumping from the roasting, the sound of a juicer grinding something, noise! that made Kania collect pillows and close her ears tightly.

Kania is not willing to leave her soft bed after a grueling twenty-seven-hour flight and can only stop thinking about Prabu at two in the evening!

"Try anyone! just try if it makes me leave this bed, "inner Kania.

A few minutes later Guzman entered Kania's room with a breakfast bag.

"Beautifully sweet, see what I made for you, omlet and healthy milk,"

Kania heard that. For the first time a Guzman who had the highest level of cruelty while giving a murder mission made breakfast for him, GUzman then put the nampang down and pulled the blanket of Kania.

Kania slightly opened her lazy eyes and saw the content of nampang that was not far in front of her. Nampang contains what his father mentioned plus one green apple placed next to him.

It felt like he had heard the sound of bread being baked but it was not visible above the nampang.

"The sound is hollow" said Guzman, who answered what was on Kania's mind.

"Well cool, dad answered what I thought, If I have other abilities like transferring what I think to another person's head, I don't need to talk, I just think," inner Kania.

"Dreaming?" tegus Guzman

Kania smiles wryly by implying to Guzman that she wants to drink tomato juice.

"It's a shop, really? get up and finish your breakfast and go to the airport, '" Guzman grumbled.