Cold-Blooded Mafia Revenge.

7. Cold Man And Fussy Woman.

Three hours passed, Starla began to saturate and anxiously waiting for Deka who did not also show the trunk of his nose, his heart increasingly restless and afraid if the handsome man did not come back again.

Starla sighed resignedly, she also moved from her seat and walked out of the typical Minang restaurant. He was confused where to go, while the money in his hand was seventy thousand rupiah, he would not be able to survive with that kind of money, he had to find a job and a place to live.

Starla's feet continued to move without direction, not feeling she had walked several hundred meters from the stall earlier.

"Where should I go? I don't know this place at all." Starla circulated her gaze to see the surroundings where she was currently, there were only large factories and passing vehicles.

The day had started late in the afternoon, but the sun was still shining brightly, Starla who was tired of walking finally stopped in front of one of the tightly closed factory gates and sat down.

"I'm so tired" Starla complained as she rubbed the dripping sweat on her temples and neck.

While Deka, who was done with her work, hurriedly left the factory, she remembered that a woman was waiting for her at this time. But once arrived at the typical Minang restaurant earlier, Deka was suddenly upset and anxious because he did not find Starla. He asked the owner of the shop.

"Union, was there a woman in red and long hair eating here?" ask Deka.

The owner of the stall seemed to think for a moment, then nodded, "Oh yes, there is. He sat here for a long time, seemingly waiting for someone."

"Where is he now?" ask Deka again.

"It's gone" replied the shop owner.

"It's been a long time?"

"About an hour ago."

Deka exhaled an annoyed breath, she hurriedly left after saying her thanks.

"Where is he?" Deka drove his car slowly while watching every corner of the street, who knew Starla was still around here.

And sure enough, before long he saw Starla sitting in front of the gate of a factory while stomping her own feet.

"That's it!" exclaim Deka.

Deka stopped his car right in front of Starla and opened the window of her car, "Is there a gap?"

Starla suddenly looked at him with a crisp face, "Abang!"

With a feeling of pleasure Starla got up from her seat and ran towards Deka's car, "I'm tired of walking, Bang. That's why I'm sitting there."

"I told you to wait at the diner, why did you leave?" the Deka protest was upset.

"I don't think you're coming, so I'm leaving. It's been a long time."

"I still have a job, so it's a long time," Deka explained, then opened her car door for Starla, "yes, come in!"

Starla rushes into Deka's car, and the black Pajero Sport's car immediately sped away.

"What kind of job is your brother?" ask Starla.

"Factory employee," Deka replied briefly, he remained focused on driving.

Starla was stunned, from her appearance, Deka was more worthy of being a factory owner than her employees. Just look at the clothes and accessories she wears, all branded and definitely expensive, not to mention her car which clearly Starla knows is not cheap. Even if Deka was only a factory employee, his position must be high and his salary was large, there was no way he was just an ordinary worker. Or maybe he was just lying.

"Hem, if you may know, what factory, Bang?" starla asked again, she was really curious.

"Toys."

"Well, there's no vacancy? I can work in a factory" said Starla enthusiastically, who knows she can get a good job through the man beside her.

Deka shook his head, "Nothing!"

Starla's face instantly turned sour.

"I'll find a job somewhere else" Deka continued.

"Yes already, deh. Work anywhere is okay, which is important to be halal and make money" said Starla resigned.

Deka did not answer, he just silently watched the streets that began to jam because it was time for people to go home from work.

"So where are we going now, Bang?" Starla again asked, the woman as if she did not run out of materials to chat with Deka.

"To my house first, I want to take a shower, then just find a job and a place to live for you" said Deka.

"Is it okay for me to come to my brother's house?"

"No, you take it easy! You better shut up now, so I can focus on driving!"

Starla's lips were sobbing, her face was pouting at Deka's words, the man was too blatantly speaking and also cold.

Starla finally stopped talking, she turned her face away, looking at the rows of buildings and shops on the side of the road.

"It sucks! Just this time I met a man like him, thankfully handsome," Starla grumbled inwardly.

Although annoyed, but he still resignedly followed Deka, for some reason deep in his heart, he felt that the man was a good person that he could rely on and became the place where he had taken refuge for a while.

While Deka still thinks what job is suitable for Starla and where will this chatty woman stay later?

Because he doesn't want to hold Starla for too long.

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