MY CANDIDATE IS A MAFIA

Meeting with karsa

A man is lying on a luxurious soft mattress wrapped in donker blue sheets, the man while fiddling with thoughts that are stored in a file of unique events in his life, the man, that is to meet a beautiful girl dressed in red hijab who is able to disturb her sleep.

The flasback

Aaa!

Shouted a woman who was none other than Amarah Qhaza Amira.

Amira's position is now squatting, he closed his eyes with both hands and feet that stepped on this silent straight path. The sound of the car almost crashing her stopped, no matter what happened, her feelings started to get chaotic now.

"Hiks, w-what am I dead now? What about the grandmother, oh, God", her softness which is still reluctant to open the eyelids tightly closed by her hands, until when, she heard the sound of footsteps someone headed towards her.

"Hey, you're not dead!", the man said as he held Amira's shoulder.

While Amira was aghast because someone was holding her shoulder, she managed to open her eyes, look around, looking for who dared to hold her shoulder without permission. Until her pretty eyes were fixed on the handsome man with a little bit of his wounds, but his attitude showed like nothing had happened.

"Don't touch me carelessly you and I'm not a makhrom!", the eyes of the girl who was sad now staring intently at the man who was none other than karsa.

Karsa looked at this woman in front of him guiltily, "I'm sorry, I just want to make sure you're okay?"

Amira nodded, "Alhamdulillah I am fine, but where is your car? wasn't your car about to hit me?", Amira asked with a confused face.

"Disana.", Karsa pointed to the car that is now lying on the side of the road just below the tree he hit.

Karsa explained, "When my car was about to hit you, I quickly slammed the steering wheel into the tree.", karsa chuckled, "I can't see the tree!", he stared at the tree without caring about his luxurious car which looks scuffed on the front.

Amira frowned at the man in front of her,

"really? I'm sorry for almost getting you hurt!", his voice softened as he looked down at the street where he was standing.

"Already, next time be careful if you want to cross, anyways for what night like this you come out, you know it's not good, let alone you're a woman!"

"Thank God I know, but my house is right across this street. I wanted to find the night wind, I didn't expect that it would be like this!" sissy flow.

For some reason when Amira spoke politely, there was something in the heart of karsa that he himself could not guess.

"Then, hurry home.You see our position is in the middle of the road, fortunately this road is quiet without any other riders, otherwise", have not had time to continue his words, he said, the beautiful Clarisa immediately cut off her words.

"Nothing will happen, I will go home, sorry to hurt you!", Amira smiled without looking at Karsa, but Karsa who noticed her smile felt

"Amurah Qhazah Amira, it seems to have been very night, I will go, assalamualaikum.", exclaimed Amira passed by continuing her steps across the straight path leaving the karsa still faithful with a standing position.

"Waalaikumsalam", answered her quietly that perhaps only she could hear.

Flasback off

"Amarah Qhazah Amira, a beautiful name. Maybe one day we will meet again", said Karsa smiled to himself when remembering the incident of his meeting with Amira.

"He made me happy tonight", muttered karsa, only that phrase came out of his lips before he sailed towards the dream of a beautiful dream that had been ready to await him.

The sound of music beating the ears spread throughout the room. Seen a man sitting on a sofa that is prepared specifically for his a, because indeed he is the owner of this place.

the man was enjoying the strains of songs that were completely useless, or vice versa, for him was very mean to relieve his fatigue.

The beautiful women in skimpy clothes surrounded her accompanied by a bottle of illicit drink, yet no one dared to touch her.

They are the servants who work here. Justin's assistant always told them to call Justin when he came. But the cold and murderous gaze always fell upon them, this master of his never wanted to see them here.

Shortly afterwards, a burly man approached her with frightening footsteps for those who heard her stomp.

"Mr Justin, we've found an intruder in one of our companies. He said he was just a man's man, the various ways we had done for him to confess who told him, but he remained silent a thousand languages, sir", the man said firmly.

Justin responded coldly, "Invader, you know Drik? I hate to hear the words intruder, enough of the word traitor has entered my life!"

"Take the intruder into the torture chamber, torture him tonight, but don't kill him. Tomorrow I'll be there, I'll get him to admit who told him to!" he made the drik did not dare to look at the master's blue bead.

"Okay sir, your orders will be carried out immediately!", drik then turned away leaving the man with the European lineage.

"I'm tired, it's 12pm, there are still reports that bother my ears. Look tomorrow, who has dared to play me!", he said accompanied by intimidation.

After saying so, Justin ordered that the humans who came to comfort him to leave. There was only one loyal bodyguard left standing behind the red sofa.

Perhaps, he should rest a little his blue eyes that all day tired of seeing the blood of people who dare to challenge into his life.

Tonight Justin did not return to his apartment or home, he slept on a red sofa with music. The bodyguards usually move justin to the upstairs room at the club tonight. That is if the master orders. Otherwise, then they would never dare to touch the body of a sleeping monster.