Muslimah for Mafia Psychopath

11.

The results of a very long debate, making Unni give up. But not to stay one roof with him, it's very he's about. Even with the pain, he kept everything. Azka agreed, but with her supervision.

"Assalamu'alaikum, good morning sir."

"You're two seconds late." Ketus Azka's.

...Astagfirullah is a man, two made-up seconds. Though from earlier also been waiting in front, his wits alone....

"I'm sorry sir, the car is ready. Want to go now?" Unni offers.

"I haven't had breakfast, you want me to faint, huh!" Walk towards the dining table and eat food without minding Unni there.

Full of patience to face the man before him at this time, it did not escape the supervision of Kenzo and Hugo. Where they found the strangeness in the attitude of his master, but it all made them smile.

Resisting the pain in his wound, also holding back so as not to be easily provoked by the strange attitude of his boss. Stay focused with her work, once Azka is done. The brand immediately got into the car, Unni chose to sit in front with Kenzo. According to him it is common, where employees like them do not deserve to sit side by side with their boss. But not for an Azka, he felt alienated.

Upon arriving at the company, he got out of the car and got in without waiting for Kenzo to open the door for him and also left Unni far away.

"What's wrong with Mr Azka?" Kenzo asked Unni, who was still with him, to look at Azka's departure.

"So, he's a weird guy." Answer the Unni.

"Eh, that,..." Kenzo was shocked to find Unni answering him like that.

"Mmm, sorry Mr. Kenzo. I just mispronounced, are we gonna stay here?"

"No, please miss."

They continued their steps towards the very leader room, midway Unni met with Jihan and Ferdy. Then they had a chat for a while and resumed his work, which was the first day for Unni to work as Azka's personal assistant and he had moved the room into one in the CEO's room.

"Mr Kenzo, isn't the room wrong?" Unni felt strange when she was about to enter Azka's room.

"No miss, your room will be one with Mr. Azka. Facilitate communication to facilitate existing work, happy work." Kenzo leaves Unni to return to his own room.

Sighing for a long breath, Unni entered the Azka room. Getting a sharp gaze, making Unni accustomed to it and nodded at the wind. Seeing that there was no empty desk for him, then Unni chose to sit in the chair that was right in front of the Azka table.

"What am I doing, sir?"

Brakhs!

Throwing files that are thick enough, makes Unni shocked. However, due to the throwing of the file and the wound on his chest. Make that pale face cringe.

"Don't try to make excuses for your wounds."

"Mm, good sir. I'm working on." Unni takes the file to the seat used for the guest.

Pretending to work on something from its place, the look in the eyes glanced sharply at Unni. Seeing the woman grimacing with one hand pressed against her chest and another hand doing the task at hand.

"Stop! Follow me!" Azka suddenly pulls Unni's hand and takes her into her personal space.

"Ta but..." Unni was about to refuse, but the power of Azka could not be matched by him.

Shocked, for sure. That was what Unni felt when she entered the private room of her master.

"Don't say much, within ten minutes you're not coming. You're finished!" Azka spoke to her phone in a high tone of voice, ending it so quickly.

The corner of Unni's eyes caught Azka's concern for her, but all of it still looked gray. When Mark arrived, there was another commotion between the two men. Arguing why he came alone, not bringing a female assistant.

"If you speak clearly and are not in a hurry, I will definitely bring my assistant. You flat man." Grouse Mark.

"Shut up, you should have thought before you got here."

"Have you finished arguing?"

"Well!" Mark and Azka were shocked by Unni's words

"Mr doctor, just loan me the equipment you bring, later I can treat it myself." Unni feels better if she does it herself.

Mark handed the bag he had brought to Unni, then he closed the door of the room from the inside. Letting the two men argue each other's arguments, which can't be blocked.

Waiting for thirty minutes, Unni finally opened the door and returned Mark's bag. Passing Azka just like that and continuing his work, made Mark widen both his eyes.

"My job is done, excuse me. Miss, call me if you need me." Hand over his business card to Unni.

"Thank you sir."

Not wanting to linger, Mark immediately left from there, as Azka's sharp gaze began to give him goosebumps. After Mark's departure, Azka let out her long breath.

"Ma I'm sorry." Approaching the place where Unni is doing her job.

"Sorry, what for?" Still continuing his work without looking at Azka.

"When it happened, I knew your wound was wet again."

"It's okay, sir, already risk me as an employee. Sorry, I have to get back to this job." Refocus on the file in front of him.

When Unni was in focus, Azka suddenly pulled her hand and made herself stand face to face with Azka.

"Stop everything, rest inside. Don't argue let alone reject my words, you know what I'm going to do!" That tone of speech was extremely filled with emphasis, as if it was indisputable.

Really it had succeeded in making Unni speechless and obeyed what Azka said to her, unable to lie to her. If his body feels tired, dare to lie on the bed which in turn makes him sleep until his working hours run out. Azka let that, because of her, feel a pretty strong vibration in the woman who had already filled her world in such a short period of time.