Doctor Dika'S Wife Is Queen Mafia
CHAPTER 27. Back-turning

Silvya walked over with a gontai entering the headquarters. He still imagined about the origin of Dika. He dropped himself on the chair and put his head on the table.

" Arghh. End of me. This is not going to be easy. I can't possibly use a little girl's identity when I see her family. I can only use my real identity."

Silvya ruffled her hair violently. Drake and Geoff looked at each other.

"Q why. Tumben tumben his face bent so it's like thinking heavy."

" I don't know Drake. I see it looks like he's got a problem."

Trings….

A message came in at the official email address of Wild Eagle. Drake opened it.

...Dear Q's...

...I need your help. I want you to kill someone for me. He was a member of parliament in the country of Fross. He likes to kidnap young girls and torture them and make them his **slaves....

...His name is Mocito Alendro...

Drake immediately called Q and informed him of the request.

" Q there's a request."

" What Drake. If not, I'm lazy."

" Warranty. He asked you to kill a striped-nose man who likes to kidnap young girls to be tortured and enslaved ****."

"Wooohooo. It's a good job. I haven't played."

" But it must be neat Q. He's a lawmaker for that matter."

" No problemo. I have a fun way to play."

Sylvia's eye glint returned emitting cruelty. The aura of killing was very pronounced.

Crazy.the aura Q is back again. If it's a fashion gini hunter, his hunting goods must quickly die in his hands. Mending that, if playedin first more horrified already. Drake muttered in horror.

" Q.. do you want me to accompany you?"

" Hmmm may Ge. Book me a ticket. uh gosh I forgot. We have our own plane. Huftt. Okay Ge. We leave tomorrow after dawn. Prepare everything. You know exactly what I need."

" Okay Q as you wish."

" Oh yeah drake, send me all the information about that jerk on my phone. I'll check on him tonight."

" Well Q!!'

Silvya walked towards the room. Yes, in the base, it made several rooms to sleep. One of them is Silvya's room that is made specifically for him to rest.

Silvya broke his body. He raised his hand and looked at the ring on his ring finger. Suddenly he remembered Dika. Remembering the kiss they had.

"Jeez.. What is it that I am."

Silvya rose from her sleeping position. He then leaned on the headboard of the bed.

"Sisi again. Am I a professional killer who used to take lives people can coexist with a doctor who in fact saves people's lives. I feel like Dika and I are very different. I deserve to be his wife."

Silvya. He saw both his hands.

" If my hand is covered in blood to kill people, then it's bloodied to save people. If I use a knife to cut my pulse and kill my life, he uses a knife to dissect and save lives. Very very contrary. ... Can I be your wife? I don't know. Suddenly I hesitated to continue our marriage."

Silvya was throwing her breath rough. For a moment she felt like running away from this marriage. I don't know why his heart isn't willing. This time Silvya wanted to be selfish. He still wants to be by Dika's side if possible forever.

Is this a feeling of love? Has Silvya fallen in love with Dika? I don't know, Silvya doesn't know either. All he knew for sure, he did not want to be far from Dika even though he knew a lot of things that were contrary between him and Dika. He did not want to be far from the man who had taken his first kiss even though he was aware of the many obstacles in front of him.

Silvya closed her eyes hoping she could sleep so that tomorrow could carry out the mission well.

1 hour

3 hours…

It had been 3 hours but Silvya's eyes were still reluctant to be closed.

"Haaahs….What is this why it is so hard to sleep. Dika dika what again. He said he wanted to go to his parents' house yesterday. Did already? Then what is the outcome? Why am I being a kepo."

Silvya took the phone and weighed it for a while.

Call…. Call.

Cring….

"Assalmalaikum…."

" Greetings waalaikum.have you not slept?"

" Not yet mas.. mas himself has not slept?

" Haven't talked to my mom and dad yet."

" Oooh means you're not going home?"

" No mas nginep in the mother's house. There is no you. Home alone."

" Uh…. That's.. Mm-hmm...Have you eaten?"

Silvya was throwing her breath rough. What a stale question. He must have eaten with his family.

" Have...you don't want to know the results of our discussion with the family about our marriage?"

Gleck…

Silvya was surprised, Dika seemed to know what she was thinking. Actually, he was very curious to ask but he was really embarrassed to do so.

"Eh. that…"

" Tomorrow mas explained that you have gone home if on the phone complicated because it is long. Yes, you slept at night. Assalamualaikum"

" Yes mas. Waalaikumsalam."

Silvya seemed disappointed that Dika did not explain the results of his conversation with his parents. He had to wait until he came home to find out.

All right.. sleep game. Get up and complete the mission. So you can go home soon. Vod…. I can't wait to play tomorrow and I can't wait to meet him. 

Silvy smiled at her own smile. If anyone saw it he would be said to be stressed or crazy.

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In his room Dika actually also can not directly sleep. For almost 2 months this was accustomed to the existence of Silvya even though not one room made Dika feel there was less.

"Help…. Why is it like this. Not seeing him for a moment I was nervous. Am I in love with that girl."

Dika monologues while looking up at the sky room sky. He recalled Silvya's tiny lips that were so sweet and chewy.

"Astagfirullah.what is this called a surge of testosterone hormone. Huft. But with Silvya why the hormone's soaring."

Dika got up from his bed and went to the bathroom to fetch water. He spread out his alphabet and then did sunah 2 rakaat.

"Yes Allaah I take refuge from the lust that is in my body. Make this lust halal when with my wife later and make this lust become a sustenance for us later. Do not let our lusts rule us. Aamiin's."

When tidying up his alphabet, he took off the sheath he was wearing and folded it. He then threw his body back onto the bed. 

"Should sleep, tomorrow should open the morning clinic." 

He prayed for a moment and closed his eyes. Wishing to dream of hugging her night this time.

TB