The Cruel Mafia Love.

Chapter 1

Dila is a beautiful girl who lives in a village that is very far from urban, her life goes very well. At the age of just stepping on 19 years Dila is quite successful by selling in front of her house stall.

Currently Dila lives alone, his parents are on a different island with him, Dila got to this village because he was invited by his brother, unfortunately when Dila was 16 years old, he was still living in the village, the brother went with a man. Dila does not know where the brother went, he has the determination to find his brother again.

One night, the sound of several strong shots rang out, the shot woke Dila up, he was very surprised. From the sound of the gunshot it came from the sawa in front of his house.

"What is it" said Dila.

Dila got up from her bed, her heart was beating strong enough, she was very scared by a shot, she was afraid there were bad people around her house, let alone she just stayed alone.

Dila saw the surrounding of her house through the window but no one, not even her neighbors were out of the house. Maybe because the distance between the houses is not too close and this is also already midnight they are all unaware of it.

Dila decided to go to the kitchen, he could no longer sleep if he woke up like this. When he reached the kitchen Dila was surprised to see the kitchen door was already open, he remembered if he had locked it even with just a stick of wood, there was no way the wind could open it.

Because it was still dark, Dila decided to close the door again, he was increasingly confused why the wood that was blocking the door of his house was broken. Dila was quite afraid of it, he took the broom handle in place of the broken wood.

After that Dila decided to return to her room, she was very afraid that anyone would enter her house. As Dila flipped her body she was surprised to see someone pointing a gun at her. Dila was so shocked that she wanted to scream, immediately the man shut his mouth and pulled Dila out from inside the kitchen.

"Silence or you're dead.."

"Hmmmmm.." Dila attempted to rebel the therapy the man did not let go of her. The man pressed the gun against his forehead.

The man brought Dila into the room, clearly visible the man's face was very panicked at all, just like Dila. As Dila was staring at the man, it sounded that some people wanted to enter his house, it made Dila even more frightened.

"Don't go in" said the man slowly.

Dila pulled the man's hand from her mouth, she did not know what was going on, it seemed like the man was attending the person in front of her.

"I'll get in their way" said Dila.

Dila decided to walk over to her door, she peeked out of the window, and sure enough there were some foreign men in front of her house. Dila was confused what to do, he could not get out of the house, he could die because of them all.

"Where the hell are the night watchmen, usually they go around," Dila's mind.

Dila had just said it in her heart, some motorbike approached her house, she was sure it was the person who was on guard, they must have heard the gunshot earlier.

As soon as Dila got out of the house, she wanted to tell me everything that happened just now.

"Don't tell me I'm here, or you'll die, listen to all my words." The man pointed the gun at Dila.

Dila did not care what the man said, she stayed out of the house.

"What's wrong with Dila? There was gunfire."

"Yes there was someone in front of my house, I don't know who. They are very scary" said Dila.

"Where did they go?"

"There, please go after them" said Dila.

"All right." They left Dila's house, and Dila went back into his house. He decided not to tell about the man, not knowing what was inside Dila's mind right now.

"Aahkk." The man fell to the floor, clearly visible some wounds on his hands and body.

Immediately Dila helped the man, he took the man to the room of the older brother whom he had not occupied for a long time.

"You're hurt, I take the medicine first yes," said Dila.

Dila left the man, while the man started to take off his clothes, he was sure his body was hit by several knife punctures.

After finding the P3K box, Dila again approached the man, he immediately cleaned everything with Alcohol. In order for the man not to make a sound, Dila put a cloth into his mouth, he did not want others to know about the man.

"It looks like you're quite badly injured, you have to go to the hospital tomorrow" Dila said.

"No need, just treat it as much as you can" said the man.

"Who's your name?"

"Carl.."