THE 4 YOUNG MOBSTERS S2

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Both hands of Sandara tremble. He was sweating so much that his dress was knee-high and his hair was soaking wet like a person in the rain.

Sandara's face was pale and her distance from the Afro-anj*ng type Golden Retriever-has been further away.

BRUCK! THE SRAKK!

"WOAK! GUK!"

Afro ran up to Sandara who fell limp on the ground with her eyes slurred and her breath soft.

Afro circled around Sandara who was not moving other than her chest that was puffed up and deflated because the oxygen in her lungs felt squeezed.

Slowly, Sandara closed her eyes and became unconscious. Afro kept barking and faithfully accompanied Sandara. The food supplies inside the cart fell scattered on the ground.

The scorching sunlight began to fade and the glare was covered by the lush foliage of the trees growing around.

Until finally, Sandara felt if her face was wet by an object that felt rough touching her skin. The narrowed eyes of the Asian girl began to open and blink repeatedly.

GUK! GUK!

Afro again barked after successfully resuscitating Sandara by licking her face.

Sandara opened her eyes wider and saw that she was still lying on the road where she had collapsed earlier. Sandara gathered energy and slowly woke up with a dirty body.

He looked up at the sky and saw that the clouds were beginning to gather as if it was going to rain. The wind blew so hard that it threw out her long hair.

Sandara closed her eyes as the strong wind made the surrounding dust hit her slender body.

The sound of friction leaves growing around it began to make noise, plus the rumbling sign of rain.

Sandara started to panic and immediately stood up. However, his leg hurt. The blisters on his leg began to fester. Sandara looks so scared that she has an infection and has her wounds rotting.

Sandara tried to get up despite being limped and enduring the pain. He limped closer to his wagon which had fallen on its side and made the food scatter in the streets. Sandara picked them up one by one with tears.

His cries preceded the raindrops that had not yet flushed the region. Sandara put it back in the cart even though the food was dirty exposed to the ground. Sandara knows the consequences.

He saw the watch and the time showed at 11 pm where he should have arrived at his destination. Sandara tried her hardest and stepped back by pushing the wagon.

Afro again walked in front guiding Sandara through the winding road to get to where she was told to go.

Until finally, Sandara saw the roof of the house in blue. He looked so relieved and his energy seemed to return because he knew, if the destination was in sight.

But suddenly, the wind blew fiercely and the cold air teased her slender body. Sandara was anxious and tried to move faster.

Nature wants something else. The rain was pouring down the area quickly. Sandara can only resign when her body is flushed with rain.

Nevertheless, his smile grew. He is not alone because there is Afro who drenched with him.

Sandara continued to step on the streets that began to muddle and in the end, he reached his destination.

But instantly, Sandara's eyes widened. He knows the area. That place is the area where he lives.

He saw the men who assigned him earlier were playing ball in the rain with happy faces.

Sandara is hurt, she feels played with. Afro ran away from him and played ball.

The eyes of all the men were instantly fixed on Sandara who was standing with the pink wagon still in her grasp.

They speak Spanish.

"Oh, look, who's back" said the brown man, bare-chested and waist-deep, smiling in the distance.

Sandara remained silent and eventually stepped back to where she was assigned. The men silently looked at Sandara who had a flat face.

"You're on time. You're delivering supplies in the right place. Bring all the food in. Yeah, it's your food supply, hehehe," a big man mocked.

Sandara's angry. He came to the man and beat him, but he laughed loudly. Sandara's punch had no effect on him. Sandara cried and continued beating her.

THE PLAQUE!!

"Aghhh!" sandara's moans fell down on the grass as a powerful slap hit her face.

Sandara came back crying and held her sore cheek. Afro approached him and sniffed him. Sandara strengthened her heart and tried to stay strong.

Mr. White looked from a distance and just kept quiet doing nothing on the terrace of the cottage where he lived.

Sandara is back. He walked limping near his supply cart. The food was submerged in water in the pink tub of his cart. Sandara pushed him all the way to the terrace of the cottage.

He opened the door of the house and brought the food into the house and put it on the table. Sandara closed the door with a flat face after doing her job.

He walked with a limp to the bathroom to clean himself up. About 15 minutes in there, Sandara finally came out in towel pajamas enveloping her body.

Sandara climbed the stairs to the room. He approached the medicine box and took some there. Sandara sat on the edge of the bed and treated the wounds that began to work because of the water.

Sandara, who had studied medical science from Jeremy, seemed to have no difficulty even though he was going to cry because he was holding pain in his leg.

Sandara wrapped her wound with a sad face still clearly visible in her beautiful face. Sandara took a deep breath and now went from sitting near the closet to get dressed.

Sandara wore a prepared workout suit in which all the contents of the closet were a set of white clothes.

Some long-sleeved shirts and so are his pants. He also wears white sneakers that have been prepared.

Sandara came down the stairs with an expressionless face approaching the dining table that had been filled with dirty foodstuffs exposed to the ground and wet.

The beautiful girl cleaned the dirty fruits exposed to the ground and threw away all the wrappers from the packaged food because it had withered in the water.

Sandara mopped the wet floor and table. Kai's daughter looked so tired.

He ate whatever he could without cooking it. Sandara looks like a starving man, she eats it greedily.

"Father ... mother ... Dara is here ... Why can't you find me? I was outside long enough, couldn't GIGA see me?" his question was sad while putting his forehead on the back of the hand he had folded on the table.

Overwhelmed with grief, Sandara fell back asleep at the dinner table in a face on the table. He was in that position long enough to wake up again.

TRINGG!!

Sandara's eyes immediately widened wide and sat firmly. He only realized that he was still at the dinner table with some food marks in front of him.

Sandara felt her head dizzy and her body ached all over. He also had a fever and his body was hot.

Sandara walked limped closer to the plug up the stairs. He sat on the edge of the bed and hesitated to press the alarm, but he did.

CLAMPS!

"Hi, good evening, Sandara. You seem tired. However, you cannot be discouraged. Why would I say that? If you are still weak like this, it will be very easy for me to kill you. I want a tough fight with you, Dara. Not once hit you fall and pass out. I don't like weak girls, and unfortunately, you're the weak one. Hehe," said Afro who made Sandara's slump become more.

Sandara closed both ears with her eyes closed and returned to shed tears.

"Hiks, stop, Brother Afro. Don't talk anymore" she asked sadly.

"Mrs. White sent you a task on the desk laptop. Open it and work on it. Finish before 9 p.m. See you tomorrow morning and .. i hate you."

Sandara looks so depressed. She has been crying since this morning. He felt Mr. White deliberately did it to knock her mentally down.

Sandara wiped away her tears immediately though she was still consumed by Mr.'s tactics. White with the Afro alarm.

Sandara walked into the second-floor study near her room and found a leptop open in front of her. Sandara sat down and turned on the pink laptop.

Sandara saw a sign with a morse code written there quite a lot up to how many pages.

Sandara, who had learned the cipher, quickly translated it in Spanish as a request in a worksheet.

At exactly 20:30 local time, Sandara was finished and sent the job to a folder available on the laptop desktop.

Sandara waited for a few minutes until a message appeared on the laptop screen. Sandara.

"good job. You can rest faster. Tomorrow, don't be late. Mr. White's."

Sandara silently read the message in her heart. He tried to tinker with the laptop and apparently there was no internet connection available. The message he sent to Mr. White also goes through a cable.

Sandara sighed. He got out of bed and chose to sleep. He laid down his body and stared at the ceiling of the room where the sound of rain was no longer heard.

"Until when will I be detained here? I want to go home" he said softly and came back sad.

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sorry late up. catfish busy vows. where this ngetik hold amazing sleepiness. hopefully there is no severe typo yes. thanks for the tips. catfish to you😍