Muslimah for Mafia Psychopath

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Azka's departure, which he did not know, made Unni feel worried. Trying to stay calm by taking the Princess and the Rose around the mansion, but his worries were still not gone.

Satisfied to go around, Unni decided to return to her room. He rested himself for a moment by performing sunnah prayers two rakaat, it gave him a little calm.

"Any call yes, there's no harm in that."

At first Unni was afraid to contact Azka, where she did not want to interfere with the time of the man who had become her husband. But the worry still persists, deciding to contact Azka in the end.

His first call did not get a response, then Unni tried it again.

"Assalamu'alaikum hubby." Finally the call got a response.

However, Unni felt like there was something strange about her hearing at that time. The talk they did, was enough to make Unni feel calm. When he was about to end his talk, Unni got a very loud answer.

..."How, should we kill him?" ...

Degh's!

Instantly Unni's hand response pressed the red button and covered her mouth with a palm, her body staggered and almost fell down.

...Whatisit? To kill? What is he doing, what is the same as what I have seen before? No, no, Oh God....

The tears were dripping like flowing water, the phone in Unni's grip also came apart. Resisting the tightness in his chest, who did not yet fully know who the Azka really was. Who is that husband?

Burning his face on both of his legs, he felt fear at this moment.

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"Master, welcome." Hugo welcomes Azka.

"Where's my wife?" Azka said firmly.

"Miss is in her room, sir." Hugo felt a little strange from the look on Azka's face, but he did not dare to reveal.

Hearing Unni's whereabouts, Azka immediately brought her footsteps towards the main room. Finding the door of the room unlocked, Azka immediately sighed.

Walk slowly approaching the figure of the woman who was asleep on the container he used, still wrapped in a white cloth that he was wearing.

Bringing the tiny body so gently onto the bed, Azka could see the face was slightly puffy. Staring at him so closely, Azka landed a warm kiss on his forehead. Where, it has made the owner of the tiny body woke up from his sleep.

"Dear." Azka rubbed Unni's face.

But the tiny hand held him. Releasing her slowly away from her face, the tears came back. Unni quickly removed it by rubbing it, turning away her face so as not to look so sad in front of her husband.

"Darling, what's wrong?" Azka felt pain seeing the tears on his wife's face.

"Clean your body first, hubby. Then we need to talk." Say Unni with shrewdness.

Staring at Unni with his guilt, Azka obeyed all of these words. He walked to the bathroom, then cleaned himself by pouring cold water on him.

Out of the bathroom and directly to the walk in closet, Azka used her casual clothes and came back to the wife who had now removed her white cloth.

"I'm sorry, don't take off anymore." Azka hugged Unni from behind.

Getting such treatment from Azka, made Unni shocked if Azka was finished. Unni tried to neutralize her current condition, not wanting to make something that could make them split.

"Who are you, hubby?" Still in the same state, Unni said what she wanted to know.