Muslimah for Mafia Psychopath

33.

Patiently Unni accompanied Azka to get treatment on her wound, the hand was not released. Azka held the tiny hand to always be by her side, it made Mark smile wryly.

"Fearful syringes, sharp weapons and others are invited to fight. You fucking asshole." Ketus Mark while fixing Azka's back is quite serious.

"Shut up, let your hands work." It was Azka who stared at Mark very sharply.

"Yes yes. You're the winner again. Look at it later, I'll get you back."

The sruth!

"Argh! Stop that!" Azka stopped everything with that shout.

The cause is Mark who is always looking for a commotion, feeling furious with Azka's attitude. Making Mark break Azka's wounds so violently, that's what made Azka scream.

Releasing Unni's hand grips violently, taking her shirt and using it so quickly.

"Where are you going?" Ask Unni gently.

"From the beginning I didn't like this treatment, just let it hurt." Azka's hand was still buttoning her shirt.

"The wound is so big, it's not good to just let it go. Just for a second." Persuak Unni's.

Not caring what Unni said to her, Azka sped up her hand and got up from her seat. However, Unni's hand prevented him and grasped Azka's hand.

"Let go!" Erang Azka's.

"Solve it first, and then you can go."

Azka sighed heavily, her selfish attitude returning. Instead of obeying Unni's words, Azka further strengthened the hand and made Unni grimace.

"Let go or will I break your hand?!" The grin of the face made Azka look so cold.

As if he was used to Azka's attitude like that to him, Unni also sighed to calm himself so as not to get carried away with emotions.

"Don't be too cold like this, I'm afraid. If you get hurt, who will protect me? "

Releasing all the ego in her, Unni now feels so comfortable with Azka. Especially in the past few days, he was trying to find an answer for his heart. In his prayers and prayers, begging for instructions so that his heart is strong in determining and finding the answer.

There is only one face and name, which always comes to mind in dreams. Arkanza Aynan, a man who is very unni avoid.

"Don't scare me any more." Unni buried her face in Azka's chest, both hands were coiled on the body of the burly man.

Mark seemed to not believe anything he now saw, wiping his eyes quickly. It is possible that he was wrong in the matter of that view, several times done. The result remained the same, both eyes widened and her mouth formed a smile pattern with her mouth closed.

While the owner of the sturdy body itself, silent and very surprised by what he experienced and felt. The woman who had previously rejected him subtly, and now was in front of him by hugging his body.

"Why are you so stubborn." After a while of letting Unni hold her, Azka replied by wrapping her hands together.

"Hiks hyks hyks." The tiny body trembled, sounding a sobbing from him.

"Hey, why are you crying." Azka was confused by the attitude of Unni who suddenly stripped away.

"Currently, just wanted to go. Cuddled to death to your egoist Ka, strange man." Cibir Mark had to leave from there.

The loss of Mark's shadow, then Azka brought Unni to sit down. The petite woman still looked as hiccupped, forgetting the pain from the wound on her back. Azka squatted down slightly before Unni, looking at her with gentleness.

"I didn't know what was going on in your lives before I met you, but. Why is there always such a fight? This time, Peter's brother was the target. I don't know what's going to happen next, it's enough like this. I'm afraid, hyks hyks." Fortress of rigidity and also the existing strength has been eroded.

Grabbing the body back into his arms, Azka can feel the fear that Unni is experiencing. He also felt very comfortable when with her, this convinced Azka to immediately get the heart of this woman.

"Don't take a chance, sir." In her sobbing, Unni felt a strangeness.

Quickly Azka let go of her hand, her face turning red from being caught stealing the chance to hug the tiny body.

"I'll call Dr. Mark, the wound must be treated immediately." Unni would move from her seat, but Azka held her back.

"My words are still the same and I changed them a little bit, do you want to be a part of my life and perfect my worship?"

"A what? You speak sir?" Unni heard the words a little faintly.

Finding Unni like that, made Azka grin and annoyed. Though he had been very serious about saying this, but Unni did not even care about it.

"Oh, forget it."

"Without what you got to tie me up?" Back Unni handed in questions.

"Employed? You mean, what do I have to tie you up?"

"Hem."

"My heart will not run out for you and our descendants until anything." With a little arrogance, Azka was so confident in saying this to Unni.

"Tarta can be sought, the provision of faith and also the devotion that I need to guide and walk together in achieving the riddhonya of God. Do you have it?"

Enough questions have been asked for Azka, only this time he got a question that he could not answer in a quick time. For a long time he was silent in his own thinking, looking for the right answer to Unni's question to him.

"The time is up, now you have to continue the treatment. Doctor Mark, just inject it so as not to rebel. "

"Huh, that's very appropriate miss." Mark smiled triumphantly after gaining support.

Without a fight, Mark freely treated Azka's stump. Even the injections that Azka had feared all this time he did not feel, until Mark finished Azka remained silent. Mark left the two men, because the task in the operating room had been waiting.

There was a feeling of guilt in Unni, he knew if Azka was burdened with what he said before.

"My brother's wife is the final, if she approves. I'm ready to accept the bond you've given me, sir." She smiled at Azka.

"REally?!" Instantaneous response when hearing Unni's words.

"Hem." Nodding his head, Unni immediately parted to see the condition of the brother.