Mafia Story Return of a Useless Child
MS2 chapter.1 Ice cube

Sixteen years passed after the birth of the couple's first child Agra and Alisya. Now the boy is in the twelfth grade, the final high school. While his younger sister who is two years younger than Arsya, just about to enter the tenth grade.

The family life of the black eagle mafia leader is still full of warmth, although out there their condition is still like being on the side of the cliff, considering that many enemies are targeting the position of black eagle glory, even though they are still out there, as the number one mafia organization in several countries.

Alisya already knew the true identity of the husband, initially there was a great debate between the two, but slowly Alisya was able to accept Agra with all the frills behind her, he said, it is also a risk to spend life with a mafia leader.

"I want you to disband that dangerous organization now! Or you just go out of there!" The rush of rain and thunder grabbed as if supporting the anger of Alisya that night.

The woman is furious to learn the reason Arsya was kidnapped and missing for three days. It turned out to be one of the mafia groups, the enemy of Agra.

If he had not heard the conversation of Edo and Agra, also urging the two men to open their mouths, perhaps until now he would have never known the truth about Agra's identity as head of the balck eagle mafia.

"Honey, calm down, let's talk about this all right." Agra tried to break up the wife who was covered in anger. How not, if now Arsya's condition is very concerned.

The seven-year-old was tortured and not fed for two days. Agra finds her held captive in a dark, stuffy cellar. His hands and feet were tied with iron chains until his skin was peeled off and bleeding.

"You still want to talk about this all right? Don't you see our child's condition? He's the victim." Alisya returned to shed her tears, when remembering the condition of the child who was so concerned.

"Nothing's gonna change even if I go outside or disperse the black eagle, honey. Instead, they will even more brutally target us like game animals. The underworld is so cruel, we won't be able to go outside if we've already been there. It'll do you more harm than it does now."

Agra tried to explain after the woman's emotions subsided a little. He hoped, Alisya could understand his current position. Not only because of the money and glory he has now achieved, but he also relies on black eagles to take care of the people he cares for.

There is no option to stop. Inevitably, he must continue to step forward and hit all obstacles, in order to create a safe path for his wife's child, as well as his other family.

"So you prefer your mafia group, compared to me and the kids?" Alisya stared hard at Agra. She was disappointed in her husband.

Agra exhaled softly before answering Alisya's question. At this time his wife is overwhelmed with emotion, he should not be provoked, so that this maslaah can be finished soon. There's still business he needs to sort out. What more if not to punish the people who are the reason for his quarrel with Alisya now.

"Let's talk again, baby. Now you better calm yourself down." Agra hugged Alisya's tiny body from behind then gently kissed the top of her head. He continued while his chin was still resting on the top of his wife's head. "I have to go now. See you in the morning."

Agra slowly took off his arm and walked out of the area of his private room. Indeed, he could not bear to teach the enemy leaders who had tortured their firstborn.

Prepare, soon you will get the fruit of your deeds on my son, the inner Agra with clenched hands and sharpened eyes, as his broad steps continue to swing out of his mansion.

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"Yes, today you go with Isha alone, yes. It's your first day of school she's Bakti Yuda High School" Agra said as she looked at her son who had just sat in front of her.

The tall man in the high school uniform looked at his father and nodded. In his hand was Alisya's sandwich as breakfast menu.

"No ah, Dad." The sound of protest was immediately heard from the end of the stairs, to divert the attention of two men who had started eating their breakfast menu that morning.

"Why?" Alisya who had just come with two boxes of supplies in her hand seemed to be frowning.

"Don't want to ah. I don't want anyone to know that this ice cube is my brother" replied Isha casually. He sat down next to Arsya and took the sandwich and devoured it until his cheeks seemed to bulge because his mouth was full.

Arsya glanced sharply at her sister, though it was unable to make her open her voice, to debate Isha's insolent attitude that directly called her with ice cubes

Teenage men with well-built bodies, white skin and black hair are aligned with their sharp irises. His facial lines looked firm with perfect posture. His height had reached 178cm, making him appear to stand out compared to teenagers his age.

Arsya is the type that is economical to talk, to make it look cold. She's like a teenage Agra. Every attitude even his face was so similar, to that of the father. Unlike Isha who looks more jovial and chatty, although she is also a little wayward and does not like if her friends know her family's wealth. Isha likes to look ordinary and make friends with teenagers from simple circles.

"So far, how do you want it? Mommy anterin?" ask Alisya.

"No, Mommy. I made a deal with my friends to go together." Isha stood up and put on a backpack with a picture of a cat on the front. The girl was slender, with white skin and brownish hair tied in a ponytail. Clear slap glasses perched on the trunk of his nose, walking towards Agra and Alisya. Then, kiss both cheeks as a sign of goodbye. His hand again grabbed a piece of sandwich before finally walking away.

"I'm leaving now, my friend is waiting at the front stop" he said as he walked half-running out of the house.

"Ck! Why would the child prefer to ride in public transportation anyway? I'll be worried." Alisya shook her head slowly. His eyes stared at the departure of his daughter who was getting away.

"Let it go, maybe he feels more comfortable like that" replied Agra as if he didn't care. However, do not doubt the guard behind the beautiful girl. Agra deployed some of his men on special duty to escort Isha secretly.

"I also left first" Arsya said after sipping her water. He immediately got up and did a fist bump on Agra as well kissing Alisya's cheek.

"Be careful on the road" said Alisya who is only possessed by Arsya.

He went to school with a driver. Although already adept at riding a motorcycle, but Agra forbid him to drive on the road before getting a SIM in a few months.

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Today at Bakti Yudha High School looks uproar, because of the arrival of new students who are so attention-grabbing. Since getting off the car that delivered it, the handsome male student had already caught the attention of many students who saw it.

Gavin Ainsley Grisham. Yes, he has just moved schools, having spent his childhood in country A together with his grandfather –Andrew Grisham– since the kidnapping incident a few years ago.

This is why I don't want to go with him. I don't want to be troubled because of the centile girls who want to sneak ice cubes, Isha's mind while staring around filled with various gazes that are highlighting the brother.

"Sha, look there's such a handsome guy. It is not wrong that I entered this school. It turns out that elite schools have a lot of cogans." A friend of Isha's seemed to shake Isha's hand even though her gaze seemed to be fixed on Arsya.

Rumi's. He was a friend of Isha from Junior High. His chatty, nerdy, and hardworking attitude, makes Isha comfortable with Rumi's simplicity. He was born into a simple family. Her father had died when she was a child, while her mother was an employee in one of Agra's offices. Rumi was able to enter the school, through a scholarship held by the company for children of outstanding employees.

Whether it was a coincidence Asha could be friends with Rumi, or there was something behind her. Isha never cared. The important thing is that he is comfortable with Rumi. That alone was enough to make him endure all the carelessness of that simple girl.

"Ck! Where the hell is that handsome? I see him as a regular." Isha throbbed annoyed as she began to step foot into her class, leaving Rumi still cool looking at Arsya's beautiful face from a distance.

"Buset bye, very lucky that could be his girlfriend. Can deket same cogan saban time," murmured Rumi. His head shook weakly, as if lamenting his fate that would never be able to reach a perfect man like Arsya.

"God! He's still in there. Rumi-Rumi's.... " Isha was forced to return and forced her best friend's hand to no longer dissolve in her brother's charm.

"Lo wants us to be punished on the first day of school just because a guy is not clear like him?" isha grumbled as she continued dragging Rumi.

"Liat cogan in the morning is good tau, can make us excited. You don't know," Rumi sneered lazily, although he also did not refuse Isha's invitation to go to class immediately.

"Terasah lo aja deh. You can't even see the little guy," resigned Isha.

"Gue's enjoying life again, Sha. One of them is yes, enjoy the beauty of the cogans, hahaha!" Rubi's laughter sounded crisp.

"Yes-yes, it's up to you." The conversation only stopped when they were in front of the class.

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Arsya did not care about the cries of the centil of the students of Bakti Yudha High School who were fascinated by his good looks. He even felt uneasy and considered the students here to be too excessive. Whereas during his time in country A, no one has ever approached him to praise his good looks. They're more indifferent.

He stepped through the school corridor quietly and indifferently. However, his steps suddenly had to come to a halt when someone accidentally bumped into his shoulder while joking with his friend.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it" said the male student, bowing his body slightly.

Agra looked at the face of the student who hit him. Her face looks beautiful and soft even though she is a man. This is what is called a real beautiful man. The shape of the body is small with narrow shoulders, making it would be perfect if you were a girl.

"Gavin's? Lo, Gavin, right?"

...🦅Hai, is there still a faithful story of Agra and Black Eagle? Come on, I'll continue again😊...