Muslimah for Mafia Psychopath

9.

The car stops, Kenzo quickly opens the car door where Azka is. Holding the unconscious woman's body into the mansion, all the servants were shocked to see their master bringing a woman into the mansion and it was the first time.

"That's Mr. Azka right, are my eyes wrong." Said one of the servants there named Rose.

"Yes, what are my eyes too." Princess is in the nimbrung.

How not will they always pay attention to their master, no woman will refuse if the man is Azka. Already handsome, athletic body, tall, charismatic, smart and rich.

"Back to your duty!"

The voice made all the ministries that were being filled with the master bringing a woman into the mansion disperse so quickly, he said, hugo's face was so cold and scary to all the servants that there were as well as to the other workers.

Being a confidant to guard the mansion and also keep an eye on all the existing workers, making Hugo a person who was so feared after Azka.

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In Azka's mind right now was to save the woman who was now lying unconscious before him, not caring what kind of anger she would be given.

"Well, what's wrong with you I'm so hard. Shit!"

Ask Hugo to tell the maids there, to help replace the clothes worn by Unni. If usually he will easily touch other women, but this time there is a feeling that is strange enough to make himself prefer others to do it.

Waiting from outside the room as his servants replaced Unni's clothes, but the maid was confused.

"Sorry sir, we don't have a hijab like the one used by the lady." Princess Said to Azka.

"Arkh, motherfucker. Why do this, use anything to cover it. Because the doctor's coming soon." Rubbing his head hair violently.

"Good sir." Princess Seger went back into the room.

Looking for something that they can use, in the end get a sky blue cloth and then cover it on the body as before.

"Hey, what did you tell me to come here? My patients are so many, you just want to kidnap me. " Mark complained to Azka who was in front of the door of his room.

"Shut up, come in."

"Huh, it never changes."

Following Azka's steps to enter her room, Mark's eyes were rounded and his mouth wide open. As if he did not believe what he saw. A woman who was already lying on the bed, a very rare sight for an Azka.

"Who is this woman?" Mark's hand will touch the cloth that covers the head of the Unni.

"Never touch it without my permission!"

Very quickly Azka's hand stopped it all, the look of her sharp eyes gave Mark goosebumps. He had known an Azka for a long time, but not for now.

"Quick check and treat him."

"Yes yes, you owe me an explanation." Mark did his job and began to see what had happened to the wound.

"I told you, don't touch it!"

"Aish, how can I see and treat his wounds if they are not touched. You're weird, there." Mark pushed Azka back away from him, making her work hampered.

"Why take her home instead of a hospital? You are, thankfully the wound is not deep." Babe Mark shook his head at Azka's attitude like this.

"Not much to say, if your task is done. Hugo's gonna take you outside. "

"Ish, if you know this. I'd better just practice, pity my patients who desperately long to meet."

Bugh!

"Well!!" Mark's body fell due to a kick from the sturdy leg.

Sitting beside the bed, Azka looked at the very pale face of Unni. There is a strange feeling felt by Azka, where all this time he never knew what love is. Especially interested in women, it is no longer included in the dictionary of his life. However, when he faced this woman. Everything feels so different.

"What draws you from? Why are you making me like this, even I feel like a bo**h person when dealing with you."

The hand began to caress the pale-colored face with full tenderness, completely different. The sense of vibration was again felt by Azka when she touched Unni.

"I know, you hate me so much when you touch you. Why are you so against it, out there. A lot of women want to be by my side, but you don't."

Still engrossed in the strange feeling he felt, even Azka did not realize if there was someone who was watching his attitude and was ready to make a sound.

"Woi, people's boy. Play toel-toel, if you like to say. Heh, you flat man!"

Closing his eyes with clenched hands, hearing the voice made Azka angry.

"Mark!!" A very strong scream.

"Hahaha, yes. I'm saying goodbye." Mark was found out and ran away.

His nosy soul came when he saw the strangeness with the attitude that Azka showed, like a delicious food that he was ready to eat and make him happy.

With the messiness done by Mark, making Azka have to dampen his emotions that had been ignited. Indeed Mark is a very nosy and rancid friend, fortunately he has a brilliant brain. If not, I don't know what's going on with him right now.

Looking back at Unni, Azka felt challenged to get an answer to what Unni was wearing at the moment. Trying to pull the edge of the cloth covering his head, but there was a feeling of hesitation.

"Hem, what if he's angry? But he is still unconscious. Don't go, arkh!"

Feeling a very childish person, Azka wondered about her own attitude. Walk away and come back to Unni, away again, closer again.

"You why?"

The voice made Azka speechless and turned towards the source of the voice, both eyes of the pale-faced woman had opened. The face of her being silly, did not reflect once a cold Azka.

"You, you're conscious?" With a face of disbelief, but still make Azka look handsome.

"You asked me?"

"You! Why does it always make me emotional, huh?" Gertak Azka and approached Unni who tried to get out of bed.

"I never make you emotional, you yourself can't control your own emotions." Unni replied calmly, leaning back for a moment to have the energy to stand up.

"Well! What did you say?!" Azka was about to grab Unni's arm.

"I don't have to answer or explain, you've got your own answer." Feeling the wounds on his body still felt so painful.