Prison Heart of the Mafia
Shiena

Somewhere different, a beautiful girl with long hair is a little blonde with short jeans and a nude t-shirt, busy pedaling her bike to go to the stall. Life that used to be all over the treasure, wherever always carrying a car and escorted by several bodyguards, now have to turn one hundred and eighty degrees. Let alone luxury cars, the house has now disappeared. His savings were just enough to buy a tenement, which was probably only half of his maid's house behind the mansion just yet. It was true that life was very unexpected, but the girl was always grateful for what she had.

“Excuse me ma'am, I want to buy laundry soap just as fragrant yes,” he said so gently while handing a piece of purple money.

Despite being born and living abroad, the girl is fluent in Indonesian. His face was not much different from the local face of Indonesia, because he used to often go to Indonesia for holidays with his parents. In addition, his mother was a native Indonesian who married his father from Italy. So, he often uses Indonesian and makes it easier for him to adapt to the surrounding.

“Eight thousand, back two thousand yes,” said the owner of the shop while giving change of two thousand rupiah, “New you are here?”

“Iya Ma'am, I just moved a few days ago,” replied the girl kindly.

“You're still in school?” ask her, “What class?”

“Hemm, I've been to college Mom, but I've stopped.”

“Hah, college? You serious?” It was seen that the mother could not believe hearing the words of the girl in front of her. Not underestimating, just that, seeing the girl's extremely petite body made her doubt that her speech was correct.

“Two SMA?” ask the girl again.

“SMP is, body time is as high as SMA.” The mother's words quickly left the girl silent for a moment.

“Oh yes, what is your name? Goods later when, if my child does not understand can ask for help with you yes. Because I can't teach him, understand the villagers. I can only count just the same read a little, about the lesson made high blood,” said the mother instead became vent to make the girl smile stiff.

“Ah Yes Mom, my name is Shiena. My house is at the end of the road there, ash paint. Mom can go there with her son if you need help.” Shiena answered the girl and left because her mother was waiting for soap to wash her clothes.

Along the way, Shiena kept thinking, digesting back the words of the stall owner's mother. Perhaps, there would be no mistake if he opened a class for private tutoring, because according to what he saw around yes so many children. His money can be saved or for his daily needs as long as he has not gotten the job, his inner self.

But what job? Thought he was so frustrated. Since childhood he never worked, his life has been a treasure. In fact, his parents did not allow him to work in the slightest. Just want to clean his own closet that he accidentally messed up when looking for clothes, not allowed by his parents. Especially for heavy work, of course he can not.