Mafia Story Return of a Useless Child
Eps.58 Message Andrew

The sacred wedding ceremony was completed a while ago, now the two brides are busy receiving wedding greetings on the wedding.

So many guests were present, to cause long lines, people who want to meet the bride.

“If you are tired, just sit down, let me receive their congratulations,” whispered Agra, when he saw the girl whose stone he had been editing, to be his wife was already uncomfortable.

Alisya shook her head, she was already feeling very tired, having been standing for hours. The guests were as if endless, they continued to arrive without any pause.

“Nothing kok.” Alisya muttered as she continued to receive congratulations from the guests.

“Alright, but, if you feel tired, take a break. Don't push yourself,” reply Agra again, hang directly embraced by Alisya.

After a few hours later, Alisya had just been able to breathe a sigh of relief, after the guests were already not too much anymore. At the party there were only a few people who might be familiar with both Agra and Andrew's families.

Step up with a little limp, towards the lap chair, to immediately rest the feet that already feel numb.

Standing for a long time, using a dress and high heels, it was enough to make him feel pain in the legs.

Agra who saw it instantly embraced his wife's shoulder, helping her to sit on the chair.

“What does your leg hurt, hem?” agra asked gently, she crouched down in front of Alisya to check her legs.

“Slightly,” replied Alisya, grimacing withstanding the pain in the legs and numbness in the calf.

“Try me to check first, maybe your feet are chafed, because of friction with the shoes.” Agra slightly raised Alisya's long dress, so that she could see her legs.

Alisya looked uncomfortable, as many guests and hotel servants were watching her.

How not, Agra who is famous for being a cold man and untouchable with women, now looks very gentle in treating his wife. Isn't that surprising and worth the attention?

“Don't do this, I'm not good.” Alisya seemed to be holding onto Agra's shoulder, who was opening her shoes.

Agra seemed to not care about the words of his wife, he continued his activities.

Looking at Alisya's legs that looked flushed and there were indeed slight abrasions in her lower legs, making her growl on her own.

“Your feet are scuffed, just take off the shoes, let me later have someone bring you something more comfortable,” Sizzle Agra, a little look up to see his wife's face.

Alisya only nodded faintly, in response. He was too embarrassed to raise his head, because of the attention of everyone who was in his wedding party.

What else when he saw the smiles of his two best friends, he could be simultaneous if at this time they must be talking about it.

In fact, is not it common, if a pair of brides become the talk of guests, because they are the ones who are the center of attention today.

Moments later, one of his men gave Agra a paper bag, containing the item he ordered a moment ago through his aerphone.

Agra crouched down in front of Alisya to apply the ointment on her wound and replaced her shoes with a safer and more comfortable one.

Alisya seemed to widen her eyes when she saw what model shoes Agra was wearing. Was her husband wrong? Maybe that word that is currently in the mind of Alisya.

It was not a shoe, but a feather-lined home sandal, so soft and comfortable on the foot. However, this is not the right time to wear such a shoe.

“What Brother is not wrong?” ask Alisya.  Finally, he could not hold his mouth to ask.

Agra sat down beside him, having worn the home-made sandal on his wife.

“What's wrong?” asked Agra back, he felt nothing was wrong.

“That's more comfortable and safe for your injured leg, after all it will be invisible because it is covered in your dress,” replied Agra. The man wrapped one hand around Alisya's slender waist area, until the girl slightly tiptoed, finding her husband's treatment.

“I don't think with the person who made the dress for you, how could he give so much material at the bottom to touch the ground, but, so minimal at the top,” hiss Agra, he said, when he realized the model of his wife's dress.

Alisya chuckled in amusement, upon hearing the small mutterings of the man beside her.

“What's really why? Isn't this very good, I like the dress made and mama also does not mind,” said Alisya.

It was funny to see Agra protesting because her dress was too skimpy at the top.

“Yes, at least not this part, I do not like it if you show it to others.” Agra pointed at the chest and shoulders of Alisya.

“Where do I know, who told Big Brother not to come when I'm with Mama order this dress,” lady Alisya.

Back when she ordered the dress, the two of them had not done a pingitan show so could still go together

 Alisya had invited him several times, but, because of his busyness Agra could not fulfill the request of his future wife.

“Iya, sorry. I was very busy at that time, eating it could not accompany you, baby,” he said, increasingly hugging on the waist of Alisya, until the two more docked.

“Kak, his hands,” whispered Alisya. He tried to remove Agra's arm from his waist.

“Why, hem? Can't a husband hug his own wife?” asked Agra, with a seductive look.

“Not so. Ah no problem, it's up to Kak Aga!” alisya Reduler.

Agra chuckled amusedly at seeing his wife like that, according to him every expression of Alisya looks so adorable.

In such an atmosphere, Andrew came to the two, Agra immediately stood up to welcome the arrival of his adoptive father.

Although they often look mismatched and mocked, but Agra's respect for Andrew never diminished in the slightest. And so is Andrew's affection for Agra. They both just convey it in a different way than most people.

“Dad.”

Andrew smiled, looking at Agra and Alisya alternately. There was a warm feeling that permeated the space of his heart, when he saw Agra's happiness. Somehow he felt bound by a teenager who was accidentally hit by his men.

Starting from a sense of compassion for an unlucky fate, but born in a prosperous family, slowly his persistence in practicing, increasingly attracted his attention.

Until without realizing it, slowly the teenager entered to warm his heart that had long felt empty and empty since his late wife died.

“Congratulations on your marriage, I am glad you have found the mooring of your heart, where you came home and poured out affection,” he said, patting Agra's shoulder repeatedly.

The memory of failure in guarding his wife left Andrew stricken with a prolonged guilt. He has even repeatedly reminded Agra, to never pay attention to women and take care of his future life companion.

“You still remember my message, do not even hurt someone, who has been willing to give up his whole life to catch you–,” Andrew paused his sentence.

“If not, I will give you my own punishment!” they said at the same time, with a small nudity at the end of his words.

Hugging in the style of a man, as an expression of pleasure and affection between the two

“I remember everything, Dad,” said Agra again.

“Alisya, after this I hope you can accept Agra fully, with its shortcomings and also advantages, accompany it in every happy and difficult situation. I hope you will never leave him in any condition, believe me that what he does has a reason and it must be the best.” Andrew turned to Alisya, gently rubbing the top of the head of the girl who was now his son-in-law.

Alisya nodded, before she married Agra, she had already established her heart to give up her life just to be with the cold man. He was convinced that his love for Agra was not due to his childhood, but it grew from the bottom of his heart.

“Thank you, Dad,” he said scattering on the arms of a man who looked cold, but, so warm to his family.

Hugging a glance, Andrew threw a triumphant gaze at Agra who looked an annoyed grunt.

Finally the atmosphere of the day, again turned liquid and ended with a careless look from Agra for Andrew, because he had dared to steal his wife's embrace, and ended with a careless gaze from Agra, though he had not received a hug from Alisya after some hearts did not meet.