King Mafia And His Angel
The person who worries about himself
With zehra's trembling hands trying to undress Arash, a shot shot shot right at his back.
Zehra obviously panicked, in her whole life only this time she saw a gunshot wound for real, all this time she just watched her in dramas or Hollywood movie films.
He tries to grab the hilt of the house phone, tries to make an emergency call, but Arash quickly grabs the handle of the phone from Zehra's hand and then shakes his head.
"Help me get the bullet out"
"Arash"
Zehra's tears clearly spilled, where she dared to touch her, could be felt just how painful the wound was on arash's back.
"Take warm water, knife, cloth and kassa"
Arash lay on Zehra's back.
"Don't wake the servants"
Say Arash again.
Zehra ran out of the room, down the stairs to the kitchen, looking for anything Arash had ordered.
Still with trembling hands zehra brought everything in Arash without daring to say anything, even zehra can see Arash's face is increasingly popping, the man seemed to be trying to stick an infusion hose into his own hands with great difficulty.
"Hanging it"
Arash asked the zehra to hang an infusion on the wall as if Arash had prepared and this was nothing new for the men.
"Take it out"
Quick Arash commands.
"It's gonna hurt you"
"It'll be more painful when the bullet doesn't come out at all"
After saying so, Arash handed the zehra a fairly taper knife into the hands of the zehra, asking the wife to do her duty.
"Don't hesitate, the more you doubt, the more I feel sick and hurt"
Arash spoke while touching Zehra's face.
"Everything will be fine when the decays have been thrown away"
Arash immediately laid down his body, letting zehra do his job.
Zehra only realized there were some scars on the man's back, as if this wasn't the first time Arash had gotten a gunshot wound.
With millions of zehra's claustrophobic feelings following Arash's orders, he tried to get the bullet out of her husband's back.
Not sounding the slightest ringing or shouting from Arash's lips, the man seemed to be silent for quite a long time, only to feel Arash's body let out cold sweat and sweat on his handsome face, and, finally, a bullet came out perfectly.
As fast as lightning zehra grabbed the alcohol, then spiked the medicine that Arash had prepared from the p3k medicine box that seemed to always standby in their room then Zehra bandaged quickly Arash wounds with cassa cloth and plaster.
As zehra's cries rang out clearly and echoed in their room, Arash seemed to start closing his eyeballs, trying to get used to the sound of zehra's cries that had never been in his room before.
For Arash struggling in the mafia world obviously must often bet his life, a shot like this only hurts himself and will not kill him.
Going well, coming home injured, being treated later in a few days will improve already too often he passed, nothing strange to him, all was very common in his passing.
But this time it clearly felt different, there was a figure of someone crying worrying about him, caring for him with full of love even fearing something bad happened to him.
Zehra slowly put away all the equipment she used earlier, with a slow motion she lay down beside Arash, staring at the man with millions of worries.