Mafia Story Return of a Useless Child
Eps.4 Mr. Andrew

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One week has passed, today Sagara has been allowed to go home, he is very recovered now, in addition to his memory that has not shown development.

Currently, Sagara is on his way to the residence of Mr. Andrew — someone who has paid for all Sagara treatment, as well as the big boss Max.

Even though Sagara had never met that person. However, he was convinced that Mr. Andrew was a good man.

Max once told him that his master was someone who was very perfectionist, cold, and not very fond of being stale.

“Take care if you meet him, don't let him be offended let alone angry." Max again warns Sagara.

“Yes, this is why you are so cute, since I spoke so constantly!" pissed Sagara.

Yeah, that's what Max said for the umpteenth time, since they left the hospital a while ago.

“Color I don't want you to make a mistake in front of Mr Andrew!" said Max, sharp.

“Yes, I will be very careful, you are satisfied!” pissed Sagara.

Max simply nodded with a faint smile on his face, responding to Sagara's rant.

Sagara turned his face again, seeing the atmosphere of the road they were passing.

Seen the streets are quite dense with many multi-storey buildings around it, really a typical atmosphere of a big city.

About forty-five minutes drive. The car Sagara was riding began to enter a private area, with many shady trees around it. The atmosphere was cool and beautiful.

Not far from there is a large and magnificent building, with a dominant white color.

Confined with a high fence in front of him, the car driven by Max slowly entered, after passing through the inspection of the guard who served at the last gate.

“Waaahhh .. This is the boss's house, Max?” Tanya Sagara looked at the surrounding which was amazing.

“Yes, down there, there will be a waiter who will take you to meet with Mr. Andrew. Remember, don't talk too much, just follow him!" Max's Sweat.

“You're not coming in, Max?” sagara asked, frowning.

He stared at the puzzled man who had accompanied him during his time in the hospital.

“No, I have other business," Max replied briefly.

“Good. But, we can still meet again, can't we?" Sagara hesitated to get out of the car.

"If you obey, we will meet again, one day," replied Max.

Sagara looked at Max, with a heavy feeling in his heart.

"Here you are, lest you be late" urged Max.

With a heavy heart, Sagara got off the car driven by Max.

Max immediately drove his car out of the courtyard of the mansion after Sagara went down.

Sagara just kept silent with his eyes on Max's car slowly starting to move away. He turned to stare at the entire side of the majestic building in front of him from the front direction.

It looks so beautiful and beautiful in the eyes. He felt like he was not in the real world. Never once did he see a house as grand as this in his birthplace.

He also comes from one of the richest families in his country. However, this house is much larger many times, compared to the home of both parents.

A while waiting, a middle-aged man dressed in butler approached him.

"Please follow me" he said, with outstretched arms allowing Sagara to follow him.

Sagara nodded, he then followed the butler's steps, entering the mansion.

He was more and more stunned, as he began to enter the house, sharing his entire gaze, looking at every corner of the place he passed by. In his heart, he admired the palace-like building in the fairy tale.

They had arrived at the front door made of wood, with a carving of a large eagle carrying a snake on its path.

“Please enter, you are waiting inside," said the butler politely.

“Thank you," said Sagara, bowing a little.

He looked at the middle-aged man who was slowly starting to move away. Turn back to face the front of the door with an erratic nervous feeling.

Exhaling a rough breath, trying to calm a timid heartbeat. Sagara ventured to knock on the door, although in his heart there was still a sense of nervousness.

“Log in!” a loud voice came from inside the room.

Slowly Sagara opened the door, his eyes immediately suguhi by the view of the room is very wide. With all the luxury there is.

At the other end, there was a middle-aged man who still looked handsome and very charming, sitting firmly on top of a single sofa.

Those eyes stared intently at him, with a cold aura capable of making Sagara's hair bristling instantly.

With all his courage, Sagara walked up to the figure who looked gripping in front of him.

God, why would he scare me just by looking at it? inner Sagara.

All this time, no one had ever been able to make it this scared, not even the papa.

However, in front of this man, the courage of a Sagara, seemed to disappear somewhere.

“Se–happy afternoon, Sir," said Sagara stuttering, bowing his head.

There was no word from the person before him, Sagara stood shivering in the face of the gripping aura, from the person sitting firmly in front of him.

The middle-aged man with a firm face and a body that still looks perfect, stared at Sagara from toe to head.

Why do I feel now, like I'm being naked by him? sagara murmured in the heart.

“Sit!"

Sagara tiptoed in shock, hearing a heavy voice filled with dignity and decisiveness in it.

Unknowingly, Sagara immediately raised his head and stared at Andrew's dark bead.

For a moment the two stared at each other intently, gauging the strength between the two of them, before Sagara turned his face first.

Andrew smiled a faint smile next to his lips. It's so thin, that no one will notice it.

“Do I have to repeat my words?” press Andrew.

“Ti–no, sir," replied Sagara directly sitting right in front of Andrew.

Andrew's eyes never separated a little from Sagara, he noticed every movement made by the teenager. Even for every little change in Sagara's expression, Andrew could see it clearly.

“I heard you have forgotten memory?”

Though he said a little relaxed. However, in Sagara's ears, the sound felt very cold and pressing, until the hair felt standing up.

“Be–right, Sir," stuttering Sagara.

“You don't know what your name is?” Andrew leaned slightly, staring in search at the teenager in front of him.

Sagara slightly rewinded his body, he felt a little intimidated by Andrew's sharp gaze and all words.

“Ti–no, Sir." Sagara was getting nervous.

“Do you remember nothing about your past?”

Andrew rested his back on the back of the chair, with his right leg on his left, one hand on the side of the sofa while the other was on his chin.

Sagara just nodded.

“Answer with your voice!" andrew's command was full of emphasis, making Sagara shocked.

“I–iya, Sir," nervous Sagara.

“Alright, then, from now on I will call you, Agra. As long as you do not know your origin, then you can be here and practice with my subordinates" Andrew said firmly.

Sagara was again surprised by Andrew's words. However, he was also very happy, at least he did not need to find a place to stay for now.

“Ber–train?” Sagara nudged both of his eyebrows.

“Yes, practice .. if you want to stay here, then you have to be a strong man. I don't accept weak men like you!" hardik Andrew, who immediately made Sagara clenched his hands did not accept.

A very profitable coincidence, Sagara murmured inwardly.

When he wants to train himself to become stronger, to prove his success in the future, to people who have underestimated him. Now the road seemed to have approached itself.

“Good, Master!" Sagara said firmly, no longer nervous like before.

“Good! Be the strongest, even the strongest, until I'm proud of you." The words that Andrew said, increasingly burning the spirit of Sagara.

“I will try my best not to disappoint, Sir," Sagara promised.

“Hm, prove! I don't like people who talk big." Andrew pressed one of the buttons nearby.

Before long the middle-aged man who had picked up Sagara in front came to them.

“During here you will be accompanied by Edo, tomorrow he is already here!" Andrew said to Sagara, as well as providing information on his butler–.

Sagara nodded obediently.

“Her, take him to his room!" mr. Andrew's orders on that butler-clad man.

"Okay, King!" said the middle-aged man.

“Mari, Tuan–"

“Agra, from now on call him, Agra!" Andrew cut the word from Buter.

“Mari, Mr. Agra," repeated the middle-aged man named Heru.

“Thanks, Sir. He gave me permission to stay here. You also give me a name. Excuse me to the room first," said Sagara bowed his body full as a sign of gratitude to Andrew.

“Hm.” Andrew simply nodded while shaking one of his hands in front, as a sign for Sagara to quickly leave from there.

Seeing all that, Sagara immediately left by following the steps of the butler who will show the location of his room.

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