Mohabbat
Betting

A few days passed, all went well even though sometimes loneliness came to bring longing to someone who a few months ago accompanied their day. Daisha is no longer moody, almost every day Dareen contacted through video calls or regular calls.

The man was preoccupied with his affairs as president director at the company in his stead. It's just, he didn't say that to Daisha.

"Sir, order from Jakarta!" peekik Laila when she saw a notification containing an order of flowers.

Daisha was stunned, the distance between their village and Jakarta was not close. It will not be possible to arrive on time at the location. It does not make sense, is not there a lot of florists in Jakarta? Why should I order so far.

"Where from?" daisha asked from her place to tidy the flowers. There are some customers who are looking around and even ordering for their special day.

Laila mentioned an address listed in the message. A building, not the address of a residential house. Maybe the event was held in a building that Laila mentioned earlier.

"Who's going to take you there? That's too far, Laila. After all, there is no brother Dareen who will help send him," Daisha said as she moved and walked slowly towards the other corner.

Smelling as fragrant as variegated flowers and types, making the heart more colorful. He likes to smell the types of flowers in the store one by one before arranging them into anything on order. Several bouquets were available in one corner of the room, waiting for the master to take them.

"Well, how else? This order is not small, we can take one day off to deliver it. Like, for an engagement party. They ordered all kinds of flowers that we have," explained Laila after looking carefully at the order from Jakarta.

"When exactly?"

"First next month, brother. They want the morning before the flowers are delivered."

Daisha sighed, not wanting to be fooled as she had been more careful.

"Let's make sure first, don't let the order is just a game that will waste the time we have. Every second counts, Laila. Besides, you're going to start school next month" he reminded.

Hearing that, Laila was stunned, but thinking about the money they would receive she got excited again. They have to accept such orders, rarely get such large orders.

"School starts in the middle of the month, brother. This order at the beginning of the month, I don't think it's a problem that we take this order. They will send a sum of money for the initial payment, the rest we can receive at the delivery later" said Laila explained.

The movement of Daisha's hand that was arranging the flowers came to a halt upon hearing it. He could not bear to reject the spirit of the teenage girl, be willing to accept the order.

A sum of money they immediately received, with nominal not a little to make both Laila's eyes sparkle brightly.

"They're really sending the money" Laila screeched happily.

Daisha smiled at the carefree and excited voice of her sister. While humming cheerfully, Laila prepared every flower order that the owner would take that day. Such graduation season, many flower orders they receive. Especially bouquet.

Imagining himself on the podium with extraordinary achievements, surely Daisha will feel proud of him. Laila is determined to be what her sister wants her to be, to be useful not only to herself, but to others as well.

"Sister, I went to deliver the order first" he said, grabbing the car keys and rushing out.

"Be careful!"

Daisha left, she had finished the flower arrangement and united with the others. Just sit waiting for the owner while occasionally serving customers who come to buy.

The thing that Laila and only Daisha could feel suddenly present made her uneasy. Daisha is alert and alert, but still looks calm. He feels he is being watched.

"out! I know you're hiding around here. Don't be a coward, who usually only lurks!" hardik Daisha with a rising voice.

A person who feels behind a building, flailing in all directions makes sure no one else is hiding like him.

"You! No need to find anyone else, you're what I mean. Tell your purpose, and do not hide like a rodent who does not have courage," said Daisha again made a figure who was hiding was stiff.

"What do I mean? Why would he know I'm hiding?" he mumbled in disbelief.

He watched Daisha, the girl was blind. Then, out of the hiding place showed himself in front of the girl.

"Whatdoyouwant? Why are you stalking my shop?" ask her bravely.

The man's forehead frowned in confusion, not the slightest bit he saw the fear and doubt that radiated on the look of the girl's face. He even looked calm and courageous to the size of a blind girl.

The figure stared wildly at Daisha, licking his own lips. The rotten plan also comes to mind, what if he just enjoy the makeup body? Wasn't he unable to see and definitely unable to resist.

He began to step closer and closer to Daisha, a grin on his lips appearing when the girl was just motionless. He freely circled around Daisha's body, staring more and more wildly at each curve. Saliva continued to gather, wanting to immediately taste the heavenly pleasures that the world presented.

Daisha's eyes turned in the direction of the man. He knows very well where he is. Just a few feet away from the villain. Daisha remained quiet.

The man raised his hand to touch Daisha, so quickly, but Daisha's hand moved faster than him. The girl turned around while gripping tightly the sassy hand, swinging the stick right about her heart.

The body slumped backwards, falling thumping while holding his chest which was hot and painful. Daisha did not stop, she stepped on the chest of the man while pressing him firmly.

A cynical smile was created on her sweet lips, it was truly immeasurable that she was martial. The man below was stunned, dumbfounded at the other reaction of a blind girl.

"You think you can touch me just because I'm blind? It's not as easy as your mind" he said, pressing deeper into his stepped chest.

"How did you do it?" asked the man with a breath of pain.

Daisha again smiled, a smile that contained a threat and invited the angel of death to take his life.

"You don't need to know about it, now tell me why you're spying on my shop? Who told you to? Is the big lady in the house?" scatter Daisha who this time also put his cane near the neck of the criminal.

The man's eyes stared anxiously at Daisha's long object, in disbelief he had just lost to a blind girl. Once again his hand was raised to reach for Daisha's wand, but again thwarted because the swing of the object first hit the man's hand and locked it.

She screamed as the tip of Daisha's wand pierced her palm. Although not bleeding, but enough to make him feel the pain all over the body.

"Tell the man who told you not to play with me. Otherwise, don't blame me when destruction comes to them. Just go! Go quickly and never come again!"

Daisha again pressed her chest and palms before moving away. He let the man go and complained to his master. Daisha knew who had told her.

"We'll see who will survive and who will succumb."