"Hanzero" I Love you Miss

A glimpse of the past.

Zha's light footsteps entered a small boarding house, a room that is actually more appropriate in the slum called the warehouse is located on the edge of the stacking house.

Her steps came to a halt at the door of the room made of asbestos when her eyes caught blood splattered on the floor. He leaned his back against the wooden wall that had begun to be fragile. Many times rubbed his face violently, then opened the bathroom door.

"Nisa, you're home, son.?" the shrill voice in the accompaniment of the heavy cough belonged to Aisyah. The middle-aged woman immediately turned her head for a moment after clearing the remaining blood on the tip of her lips.

"Mom, come here when you're done." Zha's call to Aisyah signaled that she was her mother.

Aisyah immediately approached Zha who immediately swept her and sat her on their reot bed.

"Mom, look. I brought a lot of money. Save it, I'll find the extras soon." Zha held out some money to Aisyah who immediately grasped the money tightly and kept it in her bad wallet.

"You pickpocketed again..?" Aisha looked at Zha's face.

"This time no ma'am, I just...!"

"Sisa, can you switch professions, son. Being a pure labourer despite her little income, mother is more comfortable using her money."

"Can't ma'am, it's too long. We only have a minute."

" Same.!"

"Stop calling me Mom, I don't like." Zha turned her face away.

"Today, the mother's head was in excruciating pain, the mother wanted to go to sleep quickly." the look on the mother's face turned sour.

"Mom,..." Nisa pulls her face to stare back at her mother, her hands touching her already aging cheeks.

"Can I hold on any minute. At least until I can take you abroad to get rid of your disease.?" zha's words were like needles that stung Aisyah's heart, every time Zha said that this woman could only sigh heavily.

"Mother has survived a long time, even since mother chose this disease rather than not having given birth to you."

"If at that time I could choose, I'd rather not have you born instead of having to watch you suffer for the rest of your life." Zha's annoyed snort sounded hunting.

"It is not good to talk so son, every life will have its own way. You must be able to accept it with a roomy." said Aisyah stroked her daughter's random hair.

"Not for now, ma'am, Zha can't accept the harsh reality of your life." Zha clutched his mother's shoulder.

"Listen to me, ma'am, I'm gonna turn our situation around. I'll make you happy and proud to have given birth to me." Zha stared fixedly at her mother's face.

"Enough Nisa, I don't approve of your path. Enough of being a Sholeha woman you can make your mother happy."

"By wearing a veil like you, then keeping quiet when everyone is insulting you. I'll never do it..!"

"Nisa, clear your way. Throw away your revenge. Then your heart will be clean. And a happy life will come to you. Believe me, son..?"

the words continued to ring in Zha's ears.

Zha's tears fell dripping down the tombstone he touched.

"I'm sorry Zha Bu,. I have to avenge all the souls that once did you unfairly. The whole soul that has destroyed our little family." Zha wiped her tears.

"I'll stop, but not now. If the time comes later 'you can call me Al'Fathunisa as you've wanted all along." Zha stepped out of the burial area.

A glimpse of his past, when the wingless angel was still at his side, which at all times gave him the courage to stand up for life.

But a few years ago, when he was forced to give up , defeated by circumstances and only resigned when the wingless angel must die leaving himself alone on this earth for good. It was only a small part of her difficult life.

Since then, Zha has no direction, his life shattered to pieces feels unformed. There is only cold. Loneliness and revenge.!!

While having fun first by playing the human life of humans who are considered greedy and evil, he continues to find out the existence of people who have made his parents suffer.

Zha's name eventually became famous among the high-class Mafia, when he managed to kill a mafia leader with just one punch of his hand using a unique weapon of his own creation. Weapons that do not make their prey must bleed, but will die in an instant.

Already dozens of lives were lost in his hands, but strangely none of them could uncover him.

Even reliable detectives have been deployed to investigate case after case of Zha's actions. But again, all just met with a dead end.

Even his unique weapon can not be found in the bodies of his victims.

A white plume of smoke belonging to Zha was seen crossing the face of the Eagle who occasionally shook his hands, as if wanting to expel the smoke.

"Stop it Miss, I'm so claustrophobic.!" said Eagle.

"You want me to suck your neck, give it to you now and I'll turn off my cigarette.!" sahut Zha threw his cigarette butts away.

The eagle immediately grabbed the butts.

"I'm happy if you're playing with the smoke. Continue to Miss." The eagle immediately stretched out the butts back.

"Sad....! Basic munak." Zha looked away.

"I'd rather endure the tightness, than the blood loss." the Eagle said as he sat quietly in front of Zha.

"Why are you still there. Look clock.!" zha's gaze this time expressed.

"You are truly disciplined Miss." said the Eagle when he glanced at the clock, reminding him of the activities that must be prepared immediately.

The eagle stepped out of the Mansion, following Zha further from behind.

"Black, red, gray..Emmc. .. White." The eagle immediately opened the white sports car and immediately took it out of the garage.

Stripping Zha's butt in the sound of a closed car door, indicating Zha's readiness to leave the Mansion immediately, Eagle immediately stepped on the gas, sliding on a jet black asphalt to the west of the city.

On the quiet street, the back door of the car opened, Zha immediately jumped down after the eagle stepped on the brake, then the eagle just left without the two of them talking to each other in the slightest. Stepping in the quiet of the night that looks lonely, Zha continues to move her footsteps that look so calm to get closer to a hotel building.

Without turning his head in any direction, with his flat face he leaned under the pine tree that was on the edge of the fence.

While continuing to smoke a yellow-brown filtered cigarette belonging to his Zha me mangosteen-beard his head enjoying the music from the handset that he slipped in one of his ears.

Zha dropped her cigarette and stomped her just like that, her hands reaching into something, her eyes straight ahead. When some well-built men were escorting someone with a foreign face to the car.

In the next five seconds, he had twisted his gaze and stepped away with his calm.

"Sir, Mr. Frankyn ..!"

The man called his name was already drooping weakly among the bodies of his bodyguards.

"Reply take it to the hospital. Maybe Mr. Frankyn had a heart attack..!" panic from one of them.

connect.....!!!!

"For those who have stopped by. traces of his donk.

P.....!!!!!"