I hid, I hid behind his straight back. This 185 cm tall man covers my high body, which is 172 cm. I'm embarrassed between the two of them. Well, these two guys piss me off!
"Hey!!" I pulled Jebran's body strong.
I entered both of their gazes. My gaze was no longer friendly or fearful, for I was indeed a brave woman. I occasionally looked at Jebran and Dilan at the same time.
Both of them gaped in surprise when I was in front of them was about to play hands.
"You're not ashamed?! Huh! Aren't you ashamed in the middle of the street like this? Look at them! They look at us like crazy!" I screamed deeply.
"Emira," Jebran whispered.
"Don't call me! I'm embarrassed!"
I waved Dilan's hand was about to hold my hand. But my body rushed away from the two.
"Emir, wait!" Dylan shouted.
I don't care about them anymore. I don't even look anymore. People already know our secret where shame has eaten deep into my veins.
My face suddenly pouted as I walked across the street. I entered a cafe where the food was delicious.
I started queuing for fast-food fried chicken and many others.
I stood in front of the female cashier, "I ordered a portion of chicken with white rice, one fried potato with a cold mineral drink."
"Okay, Miss. Wait a minute!" said the cashier.
"The amount is forty-five thousand rupiahs, Miss!" said the cashier.
"Here is the money."
I waited for my order to eat my lunch.
Somehow? The two of them keep following me by ordering food here together. I walked without looking at the two men with my chin up.
At the empty table, I began to eat the food voraciously.
"Hey, sit over there!" expelled Jebran sat in front of me.
I ate while watching the behavior of the two fightings each other.
"Hey! Sit here!" I shouted.
The two finally gave in to each other to sit with me. The two ended up eating their food as voraciously as I did. I finished the chicken without any left.
"Wow! I've never seen a woman eat this much!" said Jebran shaking his head.
"It's not much! At home, he will eat two portions," explained Dilan.
"Eat! If you don't, I'll eat all of yours," I growled, chewing on the rest of my food.
"Take mine!" bargained Jebran.
"Hah!" call me.
I saw Jebran offer the remaining chicken that he had not finished.
"Why did you order two chickens?" I complained.
"One for you!" he said.
"Take it!" he continued.
I also took Jebran's chicken deftly. Without a doubt about the two of them who had argued.
"Look at him! He has someone else's food after he ate it," Dilan whispered, shaking her head.
"He wants to eat my ex. That means he likes me!" said Jebran.
Suddenly I stopped the last bite of the chicken thigh, which I heard was disgusting!
"What did you say? Like you?!" my skin.
I put the chicken I ate back on the plate. Then he wants to wash his hands.
"Hah! Emira," called Jebran wave.
"Hahaha," Dilan chuckled as he finished his food. Dilan didn't leave for long, while I immediately took a drink and hurried away from there.
"Emir, wait!"
Jebran chased me out of the fast-food place, but I didn't stop my steps. It hurts me to hear such disgusting words!
I drank the water in the bottle while pausing for a moment. Jebran arrived right behind me, grabbed my arm while whispering something, "Emira, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."
I turned to this rich man with a flat expression, "You mocked me and, then you apologized?!"
"I didn't mean to," he complained.
"Is that how you put other people down?!" I groaned.
"Emir," he called.
"It's enough just to me. But, don't ever do it to others! I heard you are colder than your men. And some are even crueler to them, sorry."
I let go of Jebran's hand raw. My face and his face crossed. Dilan looked at the two of us didn't look well.
Maybe, he thought? 'Eventually, Emira will turn away from him. And I will take this blind opportunity.' Dilan smiled sarcastically behind Jebran's back.
"Good job, Mr. Boss! I want to go back to my office. See you later!" said Dylan.
"Oh, well! Emira is not a cheap woman like the others. Lucky to have her! And I won't let Emira fall in love with you," Dilan said with point a finger at Jebran just stood still.
Jebran watched the two move away from him. His face faded and, ignoring the wound just like that. His eyes started to drop as he felt guilty.
***
From a distance, you can see Mehmed standing across the street. He saw me walking towards the office door.
"Master, there is Dilan there!" whispered the man approaching him.
Mehmed turned to look at the man then replied, "Did he succeed in persuading my daughter?"
"I don't think so, sir. We're still waiting!" call the man.
"Watch Dilan! I don't want to be fooled by a kid like him," Mehmed ordered.
"Yes, sir!" said the man away from Mehmed.
He looked back at one of the men walking towards the office. It seemed that Jebran was staring at Mehmed from a distance. Jebran was curious about Mehmed's figure.
In his mind, "Why the old man?" murmured Jebran frowning.
"Who's he?!" he complained.
Mehmed felt uncomfortable with Jebran's gaze from a distance staring at him. Finally, he rushed away from Jebran's sight.
"Well, he must be looking for someone," thought Jebran.
So, who will know Mehmed—the dark mafia? Mehmed would never appear in public.
Jebran entered the door feeling anxious and curious. However, he seemed to remember clearly the look on the man's face.
"I can remember," said Jebran.
"But vaguely," he lamented.
Everyone watched Jebran nervously. The workers were slightly embarrassed by him by lowering their gazes towards him.
From Jebran's attitude, he was a cool guy and firm. There is no more warm smile to his subordinates.
***
Mehmed got into his car. Someone sat in front of him to get ready to control the wheel.
"Where are we going, sir?" asked the driver.
"I want to say hello to someone," said Mehmed.
***
In front of the gate, Maila was stunned when she saw the figure of her husband. When Maila was leaving the house, Mehmed walked up to his ex-wife with a faint smile.
"Long time no see," said Mehmed.
"Huh! You?!" said Maila stunned.
"H-how did you get here?!" cried Maila—my mother.
"Hahaha, you still don't know me?" said Mehmed with his sly smile.
"Why are you here?!" Maila glared at her ex-husband.
"Don't be angry yet! I'm here to see my daughter. I see she's growing up!" Mehmed said.
"Never bother him!" Maila.
The two of them just stood there without hurting. However, Mehmed started to whisper something.
"I will take him. And I will take everything, including your people! I will avenge my cousin's death."
Maila beat Mehmed so violently that both bodyguards gripped Maila's hand tightly. Mehmed allowed his men to let go of Maila's hand.
"Remember my words!" said Mehmed as he left Maila with a worried expression. His body weakened as he wept bitterly.
Mehmed's departure made him even more eroded.
"You asshole!"
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