Mr. Gornio ruffled his hair coarsely, his wife really couldn't be advised. only his wife could be happy when her life was at danger. especially at times like this she brought our grandchild who didn't know anything.
"how about your wife Gornio? Is she fine?". Mr. Wiltson asked softly when he saw his friend in a worried face .
"He said that some cars are chasing her but you know my wife is still happy when in such a condition."
"Your wife hasn't felt that way in a long time, so it's only natural for her to have fun." Mr. Wiltson laughed loudly seeing his friend getting more and more frantic.
"Yes, you're right, when I was young she always took me on a motorbike and was chased by the police." That was the voice of Mrs. Wiltson, Reista's mother recalling the time when she almost got heart disease because of the reckless driving style of a woman who was the only child of the big mafia in this country.
"You both are indirectly defending my wife, I can't believed it" ,.
