Mafia Story Return of a Useless Child
Eps.11 Reunion

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Agra stopped the car he was driving in front of a house large enough for people in the country.

He chose to stay there, paying attention to the house that looks still the same as before. There was a little change in some places. However, it does not change the authenticity of the building that he left ten years ago.

Yes, it was the home of the Ainsley family, the Agra family she had left ten years ago.

Agra looked over from across the street, reminiscing about all the memories of the past that made her chest feel claustrophobic.

Almost thirty minutes Agra was there, doing nothing but paying attention to the house.

Until slowly the gate opened, he saw a car coming out of the gate.

"Mama" muttered Agra at a glance at the woman in the car.

Inwardly, Agra was eager to run to the mother whom she so longed for.

But then, he shook his head. No, this is not the right time, there are times when he will come back to his biological family.

Agra drove back to the car and left the place, without anyone noticing his whereabouts.

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Tonight Agra is ready with casual clothes but still seems a little formal.

He will attend a class reunion at a restaurant, owned by one of the alumni who just opened a branch in the city.

"Master, everything is ready," Edo reported on Agra's departure preparations.

"Hm. Tonight I want to go alone" said Agra snatching the keys to his motor sport in the hands of the assistant.

"Okay, sir," obediently Edo nodded in understanding.

Agra walked towards the elevator which would take him directly to the special parking lot, in the apartment he occupied.

Up there he had seen a black motor sport parked gallantly.

Agra smiled faintly, looking at the performance of his men who had always been perfect.

A well-built man held out a black helmet to him.

Agra accepted it and put it on, he then climbed onto the big b–CC motorbike, then pulled the zipper of the leather jacket he was wearing, to avoid the night wind that would directly hit his body.

Turning on the motorbike engine, he had pulled the gas and tried to blow it, before speeding, out of the apartment's special parking area. Crossing the streets of the city that still looks quite crowded.

Some time later Agra was already in the parking lot of a fairly large restaurant.

The people, who were still in the parking lot, turned their attention to a foreign figure they had never seen before.

Agra was nonchalant, opening the helmet he was wearing with his style that was always charming for everyone who saw. He circulated his gaze, scrutinizing every corner of the front of the restaurant. His hand pulled the zipper of his jacket slowly.

Get off the bike and open the hand shirt he was wearing. People were more and more stunned when Agra played a little hair on the top of his head, until it was a little messy.

Walking in with a flat face that he always displayed, did not dampen the charm of an Agra, for the women around him.

A little while later Agra was already inside the restaurant, where tonight's event took place.

As in the parking lot, inside the fanfare was repeated. Many of the women who were screaming were held back, seeing the perfection of a man who had just entered the room.

"Who is the guy? Very handsome."

"Well, gil*it's not pretty anymore but super handsome!"

"Yes, I just saw him .. Who is he?"

Such was the roughly noisy sound heard by Agra's sharp ears. Agra, however, did not care about all that.

All of that was something that was considered ordinary for an Agra. Adored by many women already does not make him feel flattered.

Agra was busy circulating his gaze across the restaurant area, looking for two friends whose purpose is here now.

His gaze was locked on a table in the corner of the room where three men were talking.

Agra walked accompanied by awe of the alumni of High School, where he studied several years ago.

Without excuse he immediately sat down and joined the table, making the attention of the person who was there immediately diverted to him.

The man sat down casually, folded his hands in front of his chest and opened the black glasses that had been perched nicely on his pointed nose.

There was a stifled cry coming out from the mouths of the women in the room, as she saw Agra release her glasses in a very stunning style.

From then on they just kept quiet, and watched the person who had just sat in front of the two. Until now both of them just remembered the incident in the cafe a few days ago. Sagara leaned to the end of his lips, hearing the words of his two best friends.

"Well! That's Sagara, how can it change?"

"It turns out Sagara is alive. I guess he's been dead because for ten years he's had no news."

"Yes, didn't he disappear after our farewell?"

There was a noise of people talking about the presence of Sagara, or now known as Agra.

"So you Sagara? It's changing so much now!" said a man who was sitting with him at this moment.

Sagara only glanced at a glance then nodded his head, and went back to being indifferent.

"Sagara, where have you been all this time? We're both going home, but they say, you're leaving the house" Roman cerocos.

Bugh...

"We both miss the same thing, Bro." Luis and Roman immediately stormed Agra and hugged him tightly.

The three of them have been friends since they were in high school, until Sagara finally disappeared without news or trace.

The two men felt very lost figure who had been like a leader, for them.

"Gue misses you too" replied Agra, taking off the arms of her two best friends.

He ended up participating in the reunion that night, with a cold aura that adorned the figure of an Agra, making some of his friends become awkward and choose to avoid him.

Agra prefers to be busy with a cell phone in her hand. Every now and then he recalls the babbling of his two best friends, or answers the question, even then he does it with only deheman or head movements.

Amidst the increasingly crowded party, boisterous sounds were heard again, when there was a figure of a beautiful woman in skimpy clothes and formed a body curve entering the room.

Beside him stood a tall man with a handsome face above average, though not as handsome as Agra, hugging the possessive waist of the sexy woman.

Agra did not care, he still chose to be busy with the flat object in his hand.

"Ga, there's Citra!" a loud sounding cry. However, not until it was heard by others, making Agra glance at Roman.

"I know," Agra answered briefly, then returned busy with her phone.

Roman and Luis could only gawk, seeing Agra's reaction.

Jeez does Sagara not know, if now Citra has become an international model? Roman and Luis could only shake their heads.

"Ga, he's here." Luis shakes Agra's hand typing something inside his smartphone.

"Ish, Loe can't be?" desisi Agra stared intently at one of his best friends.

He is currently in a message with Andrew and that is very important. However, his best friend even fuss about something that is not worth discussing at all.

"Sagara, is that you?"

A voice that sounds good to men. However, it was so disgusting in Agra's ears. The man did not reply, he still looked down, as if he had not heard the cry of the woman standing beside him.

"Nagura!" The image slightly bent her body with one of the hands on Agra's shoulder.

Agra glanced sharply at the face that was currently aligned with her.

"Remove!" hiss Agra with a tone of emphasis.

Roman and Luis had already stiffened, feeling an increasingly cold aura around him.

"Geez why Citra dared to make Agra angry!" as for the two, staring at the horror of Agra's hard face.

"Oh, my God .. This is right you, I miss you Sagara!" said Citra without permission directly sitting next to Agra.

Agra growled furiously, seeing the presumptuous and shameless attitude exhibited by Citra at this time.

Si*l, where was the man who was with this brash woman, why is it now suddenly disappearing. Agra cursed in the heart.

His eyes coded his two best friends, in order to quickly remove the caterpillar woman from his side.

He may be able to suffer from allergies, if he continues to be close to women like Citra.

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...TBC...

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