Between the Doctor and the Mafia

Chapter 47. S2

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Zehemiah, Zehekiel and Zevanya headed for the airport. Zehemiah and Zehekiel, who were still confused, could take Zevanya with them. In their minds, they asked where? Why use a private jet? Were they taken out of the country? But all the questions can only be buried in the heart, because if asked directly will not be answered which there is even asked tightly by their sister.

Myron and the others followed. Though confused, they followed what Zehekiel had said. When Myron asked why? Zehekiel only replies if Myra is kidnapped. Of course Zehekiel's reply instantly made Myron go up and get anxious.

“A hundred kilos from urban”. Mumbled Zevanya “Away too?”. He muttered again engrossed with a cell phone in his hand.

“Kak”. Call Zevanya.

“Iya darling?”. Zehemiah saw his brother.

“What Triple L does Mommy make still work?”. Zevanya cautiously feared offending her brother.

Zehemiah and Zehekiel saw each other when they heard Zevaniah's question.

“What's the matter dear?”. Zehekiel asked.

“Jawab only Brother, don't ask a lot”. Ketus Zevanya he's still playing his phone.

Zehekiel chuckled, This little brother is amazing. In the ketus mode alone his face remains adorable “Ck, you are this...”. zehekiel ruffled Zevanya's hair with gusts. So that made his sister's hair mess.

“Kakak”. His zevanya took a piss. Hair that he painstakingly trimmed, but it was made to mess by his Brother.

“Sini, let Brother who ikat”. His zevanya turned around and let Zehemiah straighten his hair.

Zehemiah combed his hair with his finger. The smell of the shampoo that Zevanya uses bursts into her sense of smell. But Zehemiah's eyes widened when much of his sister's hair was in his fingers.

“Honey, why did your hair fall out once?”. Zehemia looks panicked.

“Mana Brother?”. Zehekiel also took a look and it was true that his sister's hair fell out so much.

“Sayang”.

“Kak, I just used the wrong shampoo. I bought a new shampoo”. Kilah Zevanya would not if his two brothers would be suspicious of him.

“You sure baby?”. Zehemiah still did not believe.

“Sister don't believe?”. Ketus Zevanya, actually just hiding the suspicions of his two brothers.

“No dear, sister trust”. Zehemiah tied his sister's hair back. Although in the mind still wondering why his sister's hair can fall out so. But Zehemiah still believed because his sister never lied to him.

In the middle of the forest. The private jet landed near an old building believed to be more than thirty years old.

“Wait Kak”. His zeva grabbed the hands of his two older brothers as he was about to descend.

Zehemia's forehead wrinkled “Why baby?”. Ask Zehemiah astonished

“Use this Kak”. Zevanya gave two small pistols to his two brothers “This gun can finish them all, the bullet I have mixed with acidic solution. So it instantly makes the body paralyze and freeze”.

Zehemiah and Zehekiel were almost willing to spit on their own when Zevanya explained.

“Where did you get this thing, baby?”. Zehemiah took a small gun from his brother's hand.

“I made it myself”. Sahut Zevanya relax. But not for his two brothers “Sudah Kak, let's not much daydream”. The zevanya descended impatiently.

Zehemiah and Zehekiel were completely inexhaustible with their sister's behavior.

“Kak use this”. The zevanya gives two earphones in the form of a small headset.

“Sister Tommy, Brother Math”. Zevanya also gave two of her sister's assistants.

“No dear, it's dangerous”. Reject Zehemiah. So do Math and Tommy who are confused by their Young Miss's remarks.

“Kak, we don't have much time. You guys take it easy, I can take care of myself”. Zevanya's smile convinced her sister “You watch here, I'll sneak in. After hearing my instructions and orders, you just entered and do assault”. Zevanya.

“But...........”.

“My time doesn't explain it much Kak”. Ketus Zevanya cut off Zehemia's speech “You'll just follow”. Connect Zevanya while tying her hair neatly.

The zevanya only wears t-shirts and material pants. Her hair she's a ponytail. He doesn't even wear bulletproof clothes. Zevanya is a martial artist.

“Sayang”. Zehemia and Zehekiel silenced to see his sister “Wear bulletproof clothes”. Tell Zehemiah he looks worried.

“No Brother, sister only wear. I'm fine”. Zevanya Smile.

Zehemiah and Zehekiel finally complied after a long argument with Zevanya. Use any language they won't win arguing with their sister who in fact likes to be noisy and have millions of vocabulary. They were always made to lose by his brother's spontaneous speech.

Zevanya entered by slouching. He was like a child who was about to steal about the mango.

His zevanya eye-catching when he saw how tight the guard there was.

“I will not be able to fight them. Do I contact Triple L only?”. Zevanya muttered she was still peeking out from behind the door, looking into the tight betaapnya guard there.

Zevanya fiddled with her phone. He looked calm while at war. Duplicate Fitri was completely attached to this daughter.

“Beres”. Zevanya smiled happily, then returned to keep her phone nailed to her pants.

“I have ide”.

The zevanya came out of hiding. He walked casually in, like an innocent man. His face was plain with a smirk smile drawn. Who would have thought that the girl was an extraordinary daredevil.

“Who are you?”. Screaming some men in black pointed their guns at Zevanya.

Zevanya just smuggled in there, he was indifferent to the questions of the big and creepy men.

“Hey, who are you?”. Shouted them again. Now everyone's pointing guns at Zevanya.

Zevanya stared smiling at them “Hai Uncle, introduce my name Zevanya?”. His zeva extended his hand towards one of them.

The man frowned his wonder “What are you doing here?”. The man asked sharply without welcoming Zevanya's hand.

“I also don't know Uncle, what I'm doing here”. Chirp Zevanya with a squeeze.

Zevanya continued her footsteps.

“Hey, stop”.

But the girl did not stop at all. He continued walking and entered a room that looked terrible with dim and slightly bright lights.

The men looked at each other in wonder. They follow the Zevanya. Want to shoot but do not have the heart to see the adorable face of the girl.

“Hey, what are you doing here?”. Ask the head of the group who was in the torture chamber “Who are you?”. The guard man pointed his gun at Zevanya.

Instead of being afraid of that girl even squealing “Cih, don't scare me with your ugly gun it's Uncle. Of course I'm here to pick up my cousin”. Cibir Zevanya folds his chest hand.

They were all stunned to hear a casual and unreasonable answer from Zevanya's mouth. Who is this girl? Thought they were all.

Seriate.

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