Fazila Titipan From Heaven(2)

The plans?

"Where are we going? Isn't it too late to travel to faraway places?" Fazila asked in a soft tone of voice, He was too curious to stop asking. The refals asked can only be heard.

"Am I not going to get an answer?" Fazila asked again, again there was no answer that Rebal could give.

"Hem! There's no answer." Reply to Refal while rubbing the top of Fazila's head.

"alright. I won't talk anymore, wherever Mr. Gub takes me, I'll come without any complaints." Fazila said as he linked his fingers to the fingers of Refal.

"I love you." Fazila said again, this time He took the initiative to kiss the back of the hand of Refal which was then responded only with a charming smile from a Refal Mahendra Shekar.

Meanwhile in a different place, sat a man while enjoying his dinner, or rather eating in the middle of the night. He looked calm as he swallowed his food, but there was actually a great fury that was currently filling his chest cavity. On his left stood eight well-built men with their respective duties.

The eight men could only stand while ducking, they did not dare to raise their heads as they were too afraid to look at the face of their Master. The eight men looked like overly obedient pet dogs, whereas the one they feared was only a man who had just turned his thirties. Doesn't that look ridiculous? How could a middle-aged man be afraid of a man who was the same age as his child? The answer may be simple, Money.

The money?

Yes, Money. That one word can turn a good person into a Devil.

"What about my request? Have you guys been working on it? Don't try to make the slightest mistake, if you dare to do that, I swear on behalf of my late father, tomorrow morning you won't be able to see the sunrise." A young man who is currently sitting at the dining table while enjoying his special dish.

"We did everything you asked very carefully, starting from spying on the Governor's wife, then switching to sending drugs to our confidants in the city center.

You don't have to worry, because everything's fine. It's just..."

Prangggg!

The young man called the Master slammed his food plate against a wall near where eight of his confidants stood. His gaze was as sharp as a dagger, not just throwing plates. He also spouted all the food in his mouth towards the floor.

Disappointment, resentment, resentment, wrath, and the look of wanting to kill were clearly emanated on that handsome face.

"Sky, since when did you come with me?"

"Since five years ago sir." Answer the tall man called Sky. Head bowed.

"Gear at me and say it clearly. I hate the weak."

"From five years ago, sir."

"It's good you didn't forget that. Do you remember what made me the most angry?"

"The mission failed!" Answer Sky quickly.

"From the look on your face, I can clearly read that this mission failed. I'm just asking you and your men to keep an eye on one woman, why can it fail? Basic suck!" The man called the Master. He walked towards the stairs that would lead him to the second floor, carrying his anger while clenching his hands. Punching his men as he already was no longer his choice.

His name is Abbas Lesmana, he just stepped on the head of three. Do not ask about his hobbies and preferences, because for him the mission that his adoptive Papa mandated far above all else, the mission to end the life of Alan Wijaya's daughter. I don't know how many plans he has compiled, but unfortunately all of those plans always fail.

Sometimes man is very arrogant and proud, He devises a plan to hurt others perfectly but he forgets the most important thing, that God sees everything. Truly, Allah is the best avenger of plans. So surrender only to him.

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