The Special Lady of the Mafia

8.

As if getting lucky, Lensi with a triumphant smile looked at Nisha who walked over to her and Soraya.

"Sir, it's better to sit inside. Let Nisha do this noise pollution." It was greeted by Soraya who walked away from the two.

Looking at both of her hands forward, Lensi looked at Nisha with a gaze so sharp and also like disdain.

"Bare also ni son, has started to look for prey rich people to cover life. So the stash is proud." Sentence by sentence loudly began Lensi throw to Nisha.

Want it to feel Nisha grabbed the hair of the person whose mouth was as sharp as a knife until this, but he tried to face it with complete calm. It would be useless to serve this strange chat.

"Have you finished talking?" Answer Nisha calmly.

"You are, if you know ngeyel. That's why you do a real job, don't sell yourself. Basic ja***ng." Lensi's words increasingly do not know the direction, accusing Nisha by her own estimation and without evidence.

"Please speak as you wish, if necessary I will register you for acting classes later. If there is no business or shopping, please get out of here. People will not be able to shop."

"You're mocking me, huh! Just watch out for you yeah, I'll make the calculations for you."

Brak!!

Some of the trades that were above the storefront splashed down, Lensi's hand so lightly brushed it off. Seeing that, Nisha could only exhale her heavy breath. So much pain in his chest when getting such an accusation, but he was not too dizzy. Because he didn't feel like what he was being accused of.

"Can you explain it to grandma, Nis?" The wrinkled hand rubbed Nisha's shoulders gently.

A little surprised by the touch of the hand, saw the face of the grandmother who was so asking for an explanation. Making Nisha exhale heavily. Taking Soraya to a comfortable place, Nisha ventured to tell her everything. From the beginning he meets Ray, until the present moment.

"That's how Grandma, Nisha didn't lie with any of this. Even at this time, Nisha did not want to meet him, but. Unbeknownst to Nisha, the person is always helpful and knows every activity that Nisha goes through." Laying her head on Soraya's thigh, Nisha hugged her waist tightly.

Hiks hyks...

"Don't cry, grandma trusts you, son. It seems, that guy really likes you." The wrinkled hand rubbed Nisha's head slowly.

"Nisha is afraid, if all this will only make us more and more get the insults and insults of others nek." The sobbing was still so felt on Soraya who became the focus of her grandson's head.

"Life will always be decorated with tests and various processes to get happiness. Don't make it all as something that can make us worse, Nisha granddaughter. Is someone so strong and tough in the face of it all, grandma is so proud of you son." Soraya takes Nisha to hold her head up, so they face each other.

"grandmother."

The two embrace each other, lucky Nisha has a grandmother who is so wise.

After being content to stay at home, Nisha is now back again to move as usual.

"Misha!" The sound of shouting resounded as Nisha entered her workplace.

The owner of the name simply smiled and walked up to him, a tight hug given by Devi. Friends who are missing him, as well as Satria who is no less enthusiastic about the arrival of Nisha.

"It's been amazing how many eggs you nis, feel at home." Satria with fashion is curious.

"No, Dev, if I stop. Later additional for stalls can be from where, want to work where else I have." In a joking tone, Nisha answered Devi's question to her.

"Of course, the interview will continue later. Look at that, Mr. Erwin is already glaring at us. Nis, spirit." Satria moved her fist to Nisha.

Although he had to get questions from some other friends and also the manager, now the atmosphere of the Cafe has returned again as usual.

"Nis, please anterin order for VIP yes."

Nodding her head at the order given to her, Nisha excitedly led her towards the room. How shocked he was when he saw there were several people dressed in black standing guard there, making Nisha's body instantly creeped.

Why am I so creepy like this yeah, what the guest inside is ... Ih, parnoan me.

Entering the room and getting the previous guard to subdue part of her body at Nisha's arrival, again made Nisha's mind go on an adventure somewhere.

"This is your order, please enjoy." Placing the food and drinks on the table.

A man who was sitting with eyes that were so sharp and also not sidetracked when Nisha's legs entered the room, there was a not so good feeling in Nisha's mind. He immediately moved from the room, so that he was not too thoughtful.

Taps!

The hand that was so sturdy had held the small arm, at that time Nisha's balance was not so good. So that the small body fell on the deck of someone, who was a guest in the room.

"Akh!" Nisha's hand gripped the person's shoulder.

Both their eyes met each other, a pretty sweet smile was seen on the person's face.

"It looks like you're so comfortable, baby."

Teng!

Nisha's brain immediately works for a name so familiar to her ears, as she realizes in the view. The face of the man who always made himself afraid, Nisha immediately pushed her shoulders and rebelled to break away.

"Don't rebel, baby. Or you'd rather me do something more than this to you." Ray, with his anxiety whispered the words to Nisha's ears.

"Tu's an, to long let go of me sir."

"For what dear, accompany me to breakfast. Since you haven't delivered my lunch for a few days, it makes my appetite worse. Come on." Slowly, Ray grabs Nisha's waist and takes her to sit with him.

"Rather than daydreaming, you better give me a mouthful that makes my stomach fill dear." Ray finds Nisha who turns her eyes away from facing him.

Taps!

Ray takes over Nisha's hand and leads her to bring the food into her mouth, much to Nisha's shock and unable to pull her hand which is already in Ray's power.

"I told you not to work anymore. But that's not what you're showing, baby." Removing the spoon in Nisha's hand and holding the trembling hand into Ray's burly fist.