Wirata woke up at six o'clock in the morning as usual. Even though she only slept for a few hours, but when it's time to wake up, her body clock would just work perfectly.

The tall figure lying on his side close to her back, putting his arm around her waist, his face tucked at her neck. She moved a little which made the other person move a little, too.

"What time?" Asked the drowsy voice.

"Six o'clock." She replied. The same time when she woke up yesterday. Stefan slowly opened his eyes. He just slept not long ago. He tightened his hug and kissed on her shoulder then closed his eyes again.

"You can sleep a little longer. I'll wake you up later. "

Wirata said when she turned and saw his sleepy posture. Understood that he had not slept for long. She was also sleepy. But she must take Summer to the toilet. She knew after taking a shower and with a big cup of coffee, the dozy symptoms would be gone.

"I want another hour...Hm..."

He muttered. Wirata smiled a little, stared at his handsome face while he was sleeping. She couldn't help reaching out, shoving the hair strands that fell on his forehead. He grabbed her hand and gave it a kiss then dozed off.

Wirata got up. Put on her dressing gown. She decided not to take a shower yet, just washed her face and brushed her teeth and walk to Summer's room. Take the puppy to the balcony garden and let him do his personal routine in the morning until he was finished. Then she let him wandering around the swimming pool and sniffing around the garden.

Wirata watered all the flower pots. She threw the ball to the puppy. He knew this game very well so he ran after the ball, picked it up with his mouth and brought it back to Wirata.

"Very good." She took the ball from his mouth.

"Arf!" He made a yelling voice.

"What?... Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Yep!" Summer tried to communicate and sent a dazzling puppy eye to his mammy.

"What? Reward? ...Oh, no, no. You can't just run one round and get your reward. Do another round then I'll give you some. "

Wirata talked to her puppy. He still sat there and tilted his face looking up at her.

"Arf!" He made a refused noise. Wirata looked at him and shook her head.

"Your daddy makes you behave badly just like him, huh. "

Summer was looking at his mammy. She was saying as though his daddy was a dog like Summer!

"Arf! Ruff!" He tried to say that he wanted the yummy reward now not later. Because his dad gave him one for every round of running when his mammy wasn't here.

"Oh ... you have to jog another round. It's a good exercise for you because I don't know where to take you for a walk around here yet. I have to find out. So for now, you'll do your walk here. Okay?"

Wirata said to the puppy then threw the ball to a far corner for Summer to run and bring it over again. But the little guy still sat down, staring at her, refused to run to take the ball.

"Hey! ... Summer ... Go take the ball now. If you want a reward ... Two rounds per one biscuit, understand? You are really starting a bad habit. That's no good. Unacceptable! Don't do like your father. Okay?"

"Arf! Ruff! Ruff!"

Summer was arguing. He remembered that his father never complained about how much Summer ate his food and bones. So why his mother moaned too much. Daddy had bought all stuff in the basket for Summer anyway. Nobody could eat Summer's food. His father said NO ONE could take it from Summer!

"Do it now, Summer. Don't be a stubborn little boy. You used to be a good boy before. Bring it to me quickly and then you'll get your yummy reward."

Wirata ordered him with a finger pointing at the ball. Stefan stood with his arms crossed, leaning against the door frame. He lifted his lips in a smirk gesture. Looked like she was not very happy with the puppy when the little dog was still sitting,

Stefan smiled more while watching the refreshing morning scenery in front of him. It reminded him in the past when his parents were still together. His father always had dogs, he also gave one to his mother and she loved it very much. That was ages ago. Long memory, but never lost. He always had this happy picture in his memory.

"Bring the ball to me, Summer."

The low relaxed voice said to the puppy. Summer turned to look immediately. Saw his father's tall body standing in a leaning position at the door, looking relaxed. And the thing that made Summer wiggle his tail rapidly was, there was a beautiful piece of bone in his daddy's hand!

"Arf!"

Summer yelped and suddenly turned his back to his mammy and ran real fast, with the real dog's fastest speedy gear to the ball which lied still at the corner. He picked it up with his mouth like before and ran to his father immediately.

Wirata couldn't believe her eyes. She shook her head nonstop, disapproved with her puppy's behavior, and his dad's, too!

"You're spoiling him. Would you like a cup coffee? Are you going to the office today?"

She asked and walked to him. Wirata noticed that he still wore his pajama bottom under his dressing gown. So she guessed he only washed his face, brushing his teeth, but no shower yet, just like her.

The big hand sent the bone to Summer, the puppy wiggling his tail happily, took the bone and sat gnawing it very seriously at the corner of the door. He was no longer interested in his daddy and mammy.

Stefan pulled her close. He hugged and gave her a peck on her mouth.

"Coffee first. My head is foggy need some caffeine to clear it up. I don't know my schedule yet, have to wait for James and Ben then I'll tell you again. " He said with a normal tone, not harsh or shouting which was a bit better than before.

"I have watered the plants already."

Wirata told him. She looked at his handsome face then shifted her eyes to stare at his chest when she saw him stared back with unreadable eyes.

"If you don't mind, today I want to go to my mother."

Wirata took a risk to ask him. Hope his mood would be cool and relaxed enough to listen as a good adult, not as the spoiled mafia god who didn't want to listen to anybody.

"Does your mother know that you are with me?"

The flat tone asked. Lifted up his arms to her shoulders He led her around the swimming pool, fresh morning air. Bright blue sky and the wind blows slowly. The atmosphere was lovely.

"I told her but didn't say much because I don't want her to worry. "

The soft voice replied then sighed quietly but Stefan still heard it.

"Worried about what? Don't tell me that it's about you becoming my woman...? "

Stefan asked in a surprised tone. He never saw any American parents worried about their grown-up daughter slept with a man. Because it was normal for American society and if a daughter became a woman of the money mogul like him. She would probably be considered lucky! Not a worry !

"Yes, about that, we are Thais, parents hope that the daughter would associate with a good man. They hope she would marry someone who loves her truely. No mother would like to see her daughter become a concubine of the mafia godfather. I don't want to see my mother worry and not happy about this. It is a delicate matter for Thai culture. "

She turned to look at the godfather. Saw him frown. Looked like he was thinking hard about what she just said.

"Wait a minute. I gathered from what you had said, and I can conclude that ... You think a mafia godfather is a bad guy? "

Wirata opened her mouth in a gasp to hear such a statement ... He acted like he was accused of being a bad guy. So, he thought he was a good guy ?!! Wirata didn't know how to respond to her conclusion.

"A good man, he doesn't take his men to fight. He does not intimidate debtors. He did not pull the gun out and aim at others when he feels like to. "

Wirata said her thoughts out loud. Saw his face become more and more frowned.

"Really? You know everything, huh! "

He said with a sarcastic tone. He wondered where she got the information from ... But to be fair, his life was a bit like that. Stefan believed it was normal for people in business like him, but she wasn't all right, he never pulled the gun to point at people without consideration!

Even he had been through fighting a lot but Stefan never killed anyone yet. It was his job to make sure his business was running smooth, not as smooth as silk though, he wouldn't dare to dream it would be like that!

"But it is true, isn't it? Good guys, for example, Sam, your brother. Sam is a true gentleman. He studies to be a doctor to help people. That's a good man in my opinion."

Crystal clear voice gave an example. Stefan was quiet to find something to argue . She made him think too much and it was still early. The money mogul sighed. Stefan loved his only brother very much. And he did everything to prevent Sam from interfering with this gray industry. Let Sam choose his own path to be whatever he wanted to be to find happiness in life.

Their mother was happy to see the youngest son not having to involve with this dangerous business. And looked at the eldest son with proud eyes.

"Whatever you say. But for now, you will have to grit your teeth and be with the bad guy just for a little while. When I am bored and tired of you, then I'll let you go to find a good guy as you wish. "

Stefan concluded with the gesture that he had enough talking.

"So you agreed to let me visit my mother?"

Wirata was back to the question he hadn't answered her yet. She looked up at his handsome face, she became familiar to the sharp and harsh words of the big boss ... getting used to his bad mood and sarcastic posture. Wirata already believed that a man like Stefan did not waste his time to scrutinize his words because he didn't care anybody's feelings.

Stefan must admit that he had to think more than he liked to when talking to her. He looked at her face and sighed.

"Go to make me a coffee first. I have to use my brain to think and now it's not fully awake yet. "

He finally answered. Then took off his dressing gown and pants. The tall figure plunged into the pool. The noise so loud that had made Summer jumped a little and turned to look at the swimming poor. Then he just saw his dad swimming, nothing interesting. So he bent down and nibbed the bone again.

Wirata walked back into the kitchen to make coffee. She hadn't heard him complaining about its taste yesterday, so it must be okay. She made two cups, one for him and another one for herself.