Mafia Story Return of a Useless Child
Eps.16 Gather

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At nine o'clock in the evening, Agra had just parked his favorite sports car in the courtyard of Roni's cafe.

Agra directly outside from the car, walking in with his style that always looks dashing is also charming.

His sharp eyes and watch out for the eagle, always paying attention to its surroundings, to ensure there is no threatening danger.

It turns out that the atmosphere of the place, looks more crowded at night, compared to day.

Many young people who spend time in that place, some are with friends, some are bringing their respective partners

The arrival of Agra was the subject of attention, the cafe visitors. Above-average posture with most people, it always becomes something very striking, and so the material of conversation.

Plus a very handsome and charming face, all of it is greatly admired by women, as well as being a place where men feel envious.

Tall body strapping, handsome face charming, abundant treasures, and also smart, it is all a natural advantage that makes Agra a perfect figure and dream of girls, as well as widows, it is, or maybe even same-sex.

The cold nature is not touched that always displayed, it makes him more admired by the opposite sex.

However, Agra was not her name when she cared about all the attention from the people around her. With a definite step, he walked towards the table that had already been ordered before. Ignoring all the gazes and whispers of the youths of his perfection.

His gaze was straight forward, he only focused on one point, and paid no heed to the others. There was already Roman and Luis, who were waiting for him.

Agra was satisfied, because the two friends were able to come on time. Unlike most people in the country, who usually have a rubber clock.

The nine o'clock promise came at ten. Yeah, maybe that's the example.

Good start, he murmured in his heart.

"That's Agra already coming." Roman shook Luis' body, his eyes still looking at the friend who had just entered the cafe.

"Where?" Luis followed Roman's point of view.

"Well, he came by girls on a glare like that, what else if it's a nyamperin kid." Luis stared at a woman sitting at one of the tables.

"It's customary that his name is also handsome." the super narcissistic Roman voice made Luis stare in annoyance.

"Not elo bege! I'm talking to Sagara again .. uh, Agra means." Luis slightly pushed the head of his sidekick.

"Tumben on time?" satirical Agra, once he got in front of Roman and Luis.

"What do we never promise?" tanya Roman did not accept.

"Yes, it's usually the people of this country that way" Agra said.

"Yes, that's them, not us. Aren't you?" luis said defending himself while patting his best friend's shoulder.

"Lagain, you were born here, too" Luis said.

Agra raised one of his eyebrows, then nodded faintly.

"Well, it's complete now!" Roni came with Roman and Luis' coffee.

"Loe's gonna drink what, Ga?" asked Roni again, after putting the coffee on the table.

"Me, I'm hot americano, Bang" replied Agra.

"okay!" roni sprightly pointed his thumb at Agra.

The three friends finally talked together with jokes from Roman and Luis, while Agra became an observer and occasionally chimed in even with a slightly stiff style.

Accustomed to the style of jokes with the father, who was more impressed to explode each other without being in the same with expressions, making Agra look very different from when he was with his three friends.

In the past, the figure of Sagara, or now renamed Agra, was a teenager who was rame, installment and nosy. However, even so, the empathy in the nearest person can be thumbs up.

Sagara or Agra never want to be happy alone, he also can not see one of his friends is in trouble.

One time Roman in law ran around the field for half an hour without stopping, because he was caught smoking by a BK teacher. At that time, Agralah who came the first, to encourage and even accompany Roman served the punishment.

That's Sagara, behind the appearance of urgency, and his behavior that looks tend to be naughty is also indifferent. However, he had high solidarity with the people nearby.

It's all that makes people who have been close to him, can never forget the figure of a Sagara or Agra.

The cafe that now belongs to Roni, also started because Agra who dismantled all his savings money, to give capital to Roni at that time.

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Alisya frowned, seeing that there were several luxury cars parked in the courtyard of the house.

"Whose car is that?" ask, more on yourself.

Alisya did not take a headache, she looked indifferent and continued her steps towards the back door.

Most guests om and aunt, he murmured while walking.

Yes, Alisya was not allowed to enter and enter the house through the main door, he had to go through the back door, and it was not a problem for him.

"Auntie, I'm coming home" said Alisya, as she watched the middle-aged woman who had faithfully accompanied her, in the kitchen.

"Eh, Non Ica, why did you come home once a night?" tanya bi Ani - Alisya's servant and nurse since childhood.

"I was overtime, Bi. Who's that in front of the car?" ask Alisya.

"Oh, that's Mr. Bima's guest, Non. Here, Aunty is making a drink for them" Bi Ani replied, while showing a tray containing various drinks.

Alisya.

"I'll go to the room first, Bi. To clean up first" said Alisya.

Bi Ani nodded, then started to step towards the living room, to immediately serve the drink in her hand, before the master reprimanded her.

Alisya took a deep breath, then exhaled violently, while staring at Bi Ani's departure. He then entered his room near the kitchen.

"Yephhh!"

Alisya again exhaled a rough breath, trying to relieve her fatigue. He put the bag and file he brought home, on his simple desk.

Today felt very tiring for him, starting from every morning had to make breakfast for all residents of the house, to work until late at night like this.

But he has to keep working on it. He could not leave the house left by his parents, even though he had to be treated like a maid by om and tantenya.

Nor can she get out of her job, Alisya needs money to finance her life.

Alisya went straight into the bathroom, her body was sticky and the smell of the sun, because of work in the field.

Fifteen minutes later, Alisya's bathroom door was already knocking on her.

"Yes?!" scream from inside the bathroom.

"Non, Mr. Bima told me, Miss, ahead!" bi Ani said from outside the door.

"Yes, I'll be out, Bi!"

A while later Alisya was ready with her simple home clothes. Oversized white t-shirts, and long material pants that look a little loose, became his choice this time.

Alisya walked towards the living room, she frowned deeply when she saw that there were still guests there.

"Why does Bima call me?" muttered Alisya while continuing to walk.

He could see, a middle-aged man of lush stature, and a younger man. Maybe a few years older than him with thick glasses framing his eyes.

"Yes, Om. Om, call me?" alisya asked, as soon as she reached the room.

It was obvious that everyone there had directly shifted his attention to Alisya. The two Bima guests, immediately staring completely twinkle at Alisya, making the twenty-three-year-old girl feel uncomfortable.

"Ah, you happen to come here, sit down." Bima patted the sofa next to her.

With a little fear Alisya obeyed the orders of his father's sister. He felt something was awkward, when he had a different treatment from his om.

"Mr Arnold, this is my nephew, Alisya. How's it?" bima asked his two guests, like someone who was offering his merchandise.

Alisya looked at the uncle questioningly.

What the hell does this mean? Like I was being offered to sell?

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...TBC...