MY CANDIDATE IS A MAFIA

Bitter Reality

The warning! Typo's scattered

"Welcome miss!", justin greeted her sweetly.

He threw out the sweetest smile he ever let out. Spreading it to make any woman who sees will be crazy made, amun again with amira, he just stared at her flat, flat, he did not ignore the sweet smile that expands on the lips justin.Justin who looked relaxed by sitting on a table immediately screeched small.

amira turned to look at Karsa who was standing next to the brown sofa. Karsa was confused, he wanted to smile but his black eyes did not dare to look at Amira's brown bead. She knows, Amira must be wondering why she's here? What does this have to do with the devil? Ah, all amira's questions will be answered as time goes on.

Then, Amira's eyes turned to the figure of a middle-aged man who was lying unconscious. He examined every inch of a man's face that was covered in blood coming out of his forehead. His eyes began to look glassy, little by little his sharp eyes began to wistfully, sick! it is very painful to see the figure that has always been present in every liking and sorrow of Shaima is fainting and looks of blood pouring on his face.

"Uncle!", he groaned along with a circle that managed to melt from his eye fertilizers. Dropped on his white cheeks, wetting the hijab he was wearing.

He quickly approached the uncle. He no longer cared about the gazes of the two young men in this room. He stuck out the tip of his hijab, rubbing the face of the uncle who was adventuring in the subconscious. He patted his uncle's cheek so he would wake up.

While karsa, he was not strong hearted to see the tears of amira that came out with sobs of pills. There is guilt approaching Karsa. Had he kept Amira from being kidnapped by justin and brought here, Amira would not have seen her uncle tortured by justin. Ah, Karsa felt he deserved to be cursed.

"It turns out he's your uncle?", justin tried to get stale.

"What are you doing?!", Amira unknowingly raised her voice from justin's voice, honestly, there has never been a woman who dared to raise her tone in front of justin.

"Relax, he was only slightly hurt, yes karsa!", justin turned to karsa, smiling as if asking for a word 'yes' out of the mouth of karsa.

The atmosphere of this room is very cold. Really, it feels dusk around this house like the night in the north.

Karsa who was taken by gulping his saliva, wet his dry throat due to his heart pumping beat fast like never before. He only silenced a thousand languages especially when amira also looked at him with full investigation. Nervous, yes that's how I feel now. Justin just smiled at the way Karsa was doing. He looked like a child accused of looking for something.

"My uncle killed your uncle's brother!", justin spoke to Amira again, giving a question mark. Amira grins her forehead. His brain couldn't digest every word Justin said.

"Your uncle's sister!", the sentence repeated itself in his mind. Your uncle's sister? his one uncle amira was a weak-haired man next to his, and his sister?

"abi!?", the word escaped her tiny lips. Along with a drop of tears that came out without permission. Ah, again and again amira failed to stem her tears, she could only bite her trembling lower lip, wanting once she screamed shedding everything she felt.

losing an old man who was killed by this man's uncle, is the bitter reality that hurt the most for Shaima.

But how else, for what crying over past events and can not be repeated, amira know all that happens on the face of this earth is the will of God swt. He can only be patient and rely on him because sooner or later all living things will die, including himself.

"Near dusk, amira has not yet returned, where is the child!", anxious woman for more than half a century while leaning on the pillar of his house. Then he went inside to call someone over there.

"Assalamualaikum, there. Amira is the same as you?"

"Waalaikumsalam, amira nek? Not that he's gone home first, cika can't nganter amira came home earlier, because there is a sudden business in the hospital!"

"Oh, amira where ya, son. He has not yet returned home. Grandma was afraid of him why!", said this middle-aged woman worriedly.

"Gini aja nek, grandma calm first, later cika help find amira, if the cika business is finished.", cika trying to calm the grandmother amira.

"thank you son, yes grandma closed first yes, assalamualaikum."

"waalaikumsalam nek.", The phone connection is cut off, please be anxious still approaching this tough grandma.

the sound of Azan magrib echoed, mutually disdainful speech throughout the world. The sun began to hide his face. Replace with the moon shining. But it has not been able to shine a dark light on the life of the star that always surrounds him.

Now the man who was beside Shaima opened his eyes, a little surprised to see his nephew was here. He tried to stand with one hand closing his wound.

"He's aware, if he doesn't want to be like this, tell your uncle not to interfere in other people's affairs!", justin pointed to his newly awakened uncle Amira, while the appointed still trembled not daring to look at justin.

Amira ignored Justin, "Uncle, let's get out of here!", trying to help her uncle stand up.

"Do you guys want to go? Not befitting me or him?", alex pointed to karsa. Then a small smile appeared on Justin's lips. Karsa only turned his face away when Shaima's eyes were directed at him.

"No!", Amira replied in a harsh tone, making justin who was originally looking at her sweetly turn to look at her hatefully.

Dor's!

Bullets pierced through the door, Amira and her uncle were shocked, her hands trembling with the doorknob she was about to open. The bullet almost hit Amira's head. He turned his body towards the way the bullet came from. He was shocked when he saw the gun in Justin's hand was still directed at him.

"You can get out of here, but on one condition!", said justin, lowering his gun and marching towards Amira with slow steps, staring at the shaima very sharply, until it was not realized that his shoes stepped on the blood of former uncle Amira.

He stopped right in front of the shaima with a distance of only one step. Amira looked at Justin with hate, and vice versa. Their eyes are against each other.

Second, Two seconds, Three seconds, Three seconds,

"Beautiful,.." Justin's inner.

"shade,.." inner amira. They say the same word in their hearts.

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"Astagfirullah!", the sentence slid from the lips of amira, he turned his face in any direction, other than towards this man. It felt like he had sinned to say that in his heart. Even one word that was thrown in his heart was not worth giving to a man who until now he did not know whose name.

Justin was a little bit squeaky. He cursed himself, the word was more noble to say to the woman of the night he had the club than to the girl in front of him. Justin thinks love comes from the eyes.

Cika drove his matic motorcycle near the meatball stall in front of the alley, he was sure after the shaima hospital would have chosen this road to go home.

"you are a fool, you should have brought him home safely, then there would be no such problem!", he patted his own eel.

Walking in this narrow hole makes her feel uncomfortable, plus the day is approaching night, but how else, she must immediately look for amira, if not grandma must be very worried.

The day was a little dark, until his feet accidentally stepped on something, reflex he immediately raised his legs, then looked down and it turned out to be just a parcel.

"It's got amira, but amira?"

"kidnapped?", she widened her eyes, what did she just say, was Amira really kidnapped? But by whom? Ah no, no, this is not true. Cika ran out of the alley, she was very anxious, but how else, she had to tell grandma about all this.

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