Muslimah for Mafia Psychopath

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"Darling, are you okay?" Azka's anxiety was so noticeable.

At first Unni did not give any response to Azka's speech, she was still in fear. The sentence istighfar was chanted from his mouth, and slowly everything returned to normal.

"Hu bby."

"Yes, baby, I'm here. Is it better?"

"Mmm, sorry. I can't be their friend."

"Huh, you don't have to feel guilty like this. Don't think too much." Wipe Azka on the back of Unni's hand.

Unni's pale face was still clearly visible, even at this moment she wanted to take out all the contents in her stomach. He quickly covered his mouth with both palms and ran towards the bathroom, but did not get there yet. Suddenly his eyes looked dewy and swayed.

Brugh!

" Dear!"

Running towards Unni who had been unconscious, Azka immediately took her to be laid on the bed. Pick up his phone and call Mark.

"Come here in ten minutes!"

The phone connection was immediately ended Azka, without waiting for an answer from the person she was talking to. There was a spicy incision from a Mark before the conversation ended.

While in the back garden of the mansion, Varo is still comfortable between his two cute cats.

"Young master, it's time to rest." The rose approached Varo and persuaded him to enter the mansion.

"Later on." The short answer was a sign, if he was not wanting to continue anything.

"But the young master, the great master will be angry." Roses kept trying to persuade Varo to come in.

"I said no, yes no!!" Varo moved out of his place quite roughly, so that made his two cute cats startled.

He walked quickly and was about to go the other way, but as the small footsteps passed through the main door. He sees Mark coming in such a hurry with the bag that is his trademark as a doctor, it makes Varo stop.

Highlight his eyes fixed with Mark's figure walking quickly, entering the mansion.

"Mom." His voice came out of his small mouth.

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Brakhs!

"How dare you..." The sentence hung, as both his eyes caught a sight he had not expected.

Footsteps that were originally wide, now turned into the steps of someone who had just performed circumcision. Mark got closer to the couple, before he sat down.

Bugh!

Bugh!

"Other times, get an order without having to argue!" Seringai Azka then threw Mark down until he sat down.

Unable to retaliate against what Azka did, Mark could only grin without guilt. Then he immediately did what was already his duty, his forehead wrinkled.

"Say." That stern word sounds terrible.

"Wait a minute, no patience." Mark repeated this to confirm the diagnosis of what his patient was going through.

Removing the stetoscope from his body, Mark grinned back at Azka. Then he stood up to face the man, sighing long for the umpteenth time when he had to face Azka.

Ccttaack!

"Say, your mouth is too good for me to put together." Kembaki Azka confirms to Mark.

"Yes yes, take it very well. Always, your wife doesn't hurt anything."

"Well! You said you didn't hurt anything? He was unconscious like this, you still said it didn't hurt anything?!!" Azka pulled the thin hair on the side of Mark's face.

"Yyyyaharck!!" That shout showed if Mark was a doctor who could also feel pain, hehehe.

"Take the right answer!" Azka reiterated.

Mark still rubbed both sides of his face, thin hair on the side of his face felt like loose.

"The little devil will have a sister, but this is just my guess. Better, you just call Sovia. Ah, I'm going down. Long time face to face with you, my body can be exposed to your hands." Mark cleaned the bag he was carrying.

"Wait on! You said Varo would have a sister. That means my wife is pregnant again?"

Slowly Mark patted his forehead, rolling his two eyeballs very lazily. If Azka always excels in various things, but not with women's problems.

"Just meet Sovia, bye!" The only way to immediately disappear from the face of Azka, is to escape.