Who is the Mafia

FIRST TIE

Time has passed, or rather, one early morning has passed without a blink. I reached for my phone, muscles feeling strained and eyes too open to open.

5:47 AM.

I’m thirteen minutes early than my alarm, wow it’s new.

Stretching, I found myself lying in bed covered with my purple colored blanket. I was in bed for sleep. For at least thirteen minutes, or so. Closed my eyes to rest it for a while and let myself relax to the bed. As I have felt myself almost getting lulled to dreamland, my alarm broke.

Didn’t I close my eyes few seconds ago? Didn’t I just relax my body few seconds ago? Like holy s**t, what was that? Too much to ask, geez.

I groaned in annoyance in realization that I have to get up or else we’ll be late in early meet, for the upcoming family event. Which means, too much work.

As I was about to get up, the door to my room slammed open… revealing a wild awake “fresh from beauty sleep” mother.

“Wakey wakey unsleeping head baby, time to get ready. I’m on breakfast, you go do your thing.” She muttered all without even letting me say a little morning greeting, she smiled and closed the door then left to as what she said, breakfast.

“Morning too, mom.” I whispered to the place where she has been.

I got up from bed not bothering to fix it because why do you have to when you’ll be using it again to mess it? I walked to the opposite side of my bed, to the left where a mini closet door and door to my room bathroom is located. The bathroom isn’t that big, with white walls, a tub at the end of the bathroom with view outside because of a thick black tinted glass one-way window. A shower, toilet, a small comfy chair accompanied with table and sink at the left with mirror. The fresh towels are at the table and all my body and health caring products are by the drawers and organizers.

Removed my night dress and taking a step near the tub, I opened the faucet for a warm bath to exfoliate. I then moved to the shower to wash my hair and moisturize my skin. After my warm morning bath, I dried my hair and did a natural make up look.

I walked out of the bathroom and went to the door beside it, to the right where my little clothes room is. I walked to the of clothes left after I packed some, picked up a nude colored seamless panty and a nude colored bralette for unders. I then picked a white sleeveless cropped top blouse with embroidery design on the collar, ripped maong shorts, brown vegan Jadon II platform boots and round spectacle reading glasses. I grabbed a brown leather pouch where I put some cash, ID’s and my phone.

Walked out of my room, locked it from the inside and went down with my luggage in tow.

Mom must’ve been cooking waffles, her favorite breakfast food to cook whenever she’s in a good mood. I left my luggage in the living room with theirs and finally entered the kitchen. Dad noticed me first as I entered because mom has her back on the door.

“Good morning martens, sleep deprived again?” Dad mused at my direction.

Martens is a nickname dad gave and has been calling me since I turned thirteen, because it was my birthday that night and mom gave me a pair of black Dr. Martens boots which I started using and fell in love with it so I bought a few more pairs and now I am collecting them.

“Morning, yeah, can’t stop reading last night.” I replied sitting beside him in the bar counter of the kitchen, waiting for mom’s waffles.

“Maximus, it’s too early to tease.” Mom warned him, “say a retort and minus one waffle to you.”

Dad was about so say something but minus one waffle threat got his words stop at his throat, he simply replied to mom after.

“No retorts lovely lady, add whip cream to mine please. Thank you.” He winked at my direction and I rolled my eyes.

My father, Maximus Costas is the top richest bachelor in Greece before he married my mom, Maajida Vaes Salvador, third child of the renowned old family of Salvador’s from Spain. They met when mom went to Santorini and dad was enjoying a free time chilling in his yacht, he saw mom on the shore and fell in love with her instantly.

“Mom if dad adds extra whipped cream in his waffle, then no more on his iced coffee. Right?” I asked mom to get revenge from dad, that he eventually realized.

She turned around, holding two plates of three layer of her special waffle with dad having his with the extra whipped cream he pleaded. I look at mom she looks amused while dad looks defeated that he actually is. Mom putting added whipped cream to his means that I have won because mom sided with me, this time.

Mom place her plate beside me, with our specially blended cold morning drinks.

I reached for the fresh strawberries in the bowl and dipped it in the whipped cream, “mom still loves you dad.” I noted to make him feel better and motioned his adrenalino with cinnamon and extra whipped cream that mom made for him.

His spirits went incredibly up at the sight of his favorite mom blended drink.

“I really love you Mayid.” Dad said to mom with amazed and adoring eyes.

“I know Max,” mom cheered to dad.

I leaned back from my seat just in case, and the both laugh when they saw what I did.

“We should hurry a little you two, here for our girl,” mom placed my drink, “one white iced chocolate with melted mallows and extra whipped cream.”

Mom is a cook prodigy acknowledge and praised by abuelo en abuela, but she did not pursue it to be a profession. A housewife thing she said that it’s good to cook at home for us. I asked her too back then of why she chose to study medicine, she simply replied that she grew fond of it growing up.

We finished and checked our things one last time before grabbing our luggage and headed for the door.

“Time to go people, the jet is waiting.”

And with that, we stormed out.