Muslimah for Mafia Psychopath

10.

Staring sharply at Unni, it was completely unpredictable what would be said and done to her.

"Huh, don't move much. Your wounds are still too wet, rest first." Azka's voice was rising, suddenly it dropped dramatically.

"I want to pray, do you have a face? And the direction of the qibla, where?"

Duars!!

The question that made an Azka not witty, in this situation. It's really like the bo***h guy who doesn't know anything, the face and direction of the qibla? The sentence was so foreign to him, he could even say he had never heard.

"What's that?" Letting go of the curiosity and putting his embarrassment down, it finally made Azka ask.

"Huh, can you borrow the phone?" Unni feels dizzy, plus argues with Azka. It will make his head stronger.

Giving the phone away, without any suspicion. Strangely, the phones of important people like Azka do not use keys or fingerprints. Unni immediately showed the image of the priest and showed it to Azka.

"Fibre?"

Twisting both eyes lazily, really tired if you continue to face Azka.

"You can look it up on the search app, sir. Thank you for all the help, I better just go home and you won't bother me.

"No! You stay here, stay here." The heavy voice sounded loud, but with eyes still fixed on his phone.

Lazy to argue long, Unni walked slowly towards the bathroom that Azka had told her before. With Azka who still continues to focus on the phone without realizing that Unni is no longer in front of him, after getting what he was looking for. Seeing the absence of Unni there, made him panic.

"Where is that woman? Just be careful if he dares to run away from me!" Looking all over the corner of his room, and the panic changed when he saw Unni coming out of the bathroom.

"Where have you been, huh? I told you not to go anywhere!"

"Don't touch me, it'll be void. If you're still standing like this, how can I pass." Wanted to walk but Azka's sturdy body blocked him.

"You're this, there." Giving way for Unni to walk and follow her .

Using a folded blanket, then tidying up the clothes worn. Doing movements that he did not know at all, making Azka pay attention to everything until he thought it was finished. But apparently not yet, the lips began to say strange sentences again according to him. It waited a long time and finally finished.

"Arkh!" Grimacing pressed against his chest.

"Told you, ngeyel."

"Shut up! Quite quiet and obedient." Gertak Azka on Unni who had made his patience eroded, put Unni on the edge of the bed

"You were the first woman who didn't fear me, even with death." Staring at Unni very sharply.

"Thank you for the compliment." So casually answered Azka's words to her.

"Heh, I like this attitude of yours. May your wounds recover, and remember. Your job is getting heavier, be passionate. " Get out of his seat.

"Wait, I'm going home." Unni grabs Azka's hand.

Getting that gentle hand grip on her, made Azka feel something different about her. His heart rate was very fast, only this time he felt a change in himself when close to women.

"Sir." Finding Azka speechless, Unni shook her arm.

Azka was conscious from her daydream, looking at the face of the woman who really made herself like this so fixedly. However Unni quickly withdrew her hand and lowered her head from that gaze.

"Ma sorry, I'm sorry." Unni becomes embarrassed herself for the audacity to touch men in front of her.

"Well, from now on. You're gonna stay with me, here. Never dispute my orders, and your job is to be my personal assistant. Because I'm generous, wait for you to recover to work."

"But, ..."

"Don't argue with me, if there's anything you want. Just tell me or you can tell Kenzo, mmm no. Just tell me."

"But, ..."

"Sstthh, don't argue."

"Astaghfirullah, I want to speak sir!" Unni's tone slightly raised.

"You!"

"Please sir, let me talk first. Even if I become your personal assistant, it doesn't have to be a roof like this. I can come early, and also my clothes and other personal belongings are also how." In the end, Unni stared intently at Azka, but only for a moment and looked down again.

...Really, these people, the number of Istighfarku is exhausted because of this man. Why should my life meet him, astagfirullah. It's real, ouch....