Mr. Z CEO Of The Mafia
Always careless

Azalya had already finished her food. He wants to do his college assignments, he wants to achieve his own achievements he deliberately does not use the name of Wijaya Kusuma. Because after all people will know that name.

Azalya was focusing on her task. She looked very serious and did not look like a very careless girl.

"Darling, don't forget to drink the milk first. You are if not Oma reminded definitely will not drink it" said Oma Rena has given a glass of warm milk for her.

"Thank Oma... Oma is indeed the best" said Azalya with a fluffy smile on her lips.

"Together, spend nothing" said Oma Rena ordered as in a 4-year-old child.

"Oma, I'm 20 years old and I'll be 21 soon. Not children anymore, why still talk like that" Azalya protested Oma Rena's speech.

"You keep Oma a child. So don't protest!" said Oma Rena by feeding a glass of warm milk on the mouth of her grandchildren who always talk a lot.

"Omm.... " Azalya protested because she almost choked.

"Eat him quickly spend. Don't say much" replied Oma Rena while looking intently at her granddaughter who is very talkative and also very careless.

"Yes yes, Oma's chatty. Can't let her beautiful granddaughter complete her milk in what an elegant way" Azalya grumbled to Oma Rena.

"Beautiful, but there is a pity" said Oma Rena who heard the words of her lucknut granddaughter.

"What Oma?" asked Azalya curiously.

"Sad less salt" replied Oma Rena with a mocking smile.

"Ih... Oma nyebelin" said Azalya by pursing her lips annoyed.

While Oma Rena just laughed giggly at the behavior of her very adorable grandson. What else if it has come careless and also his bars. Make good people blood.

Azalya was still grumbling indistinctly and she suddenly nudged onto something that made her break.

Prangs...

"Astagfitullah" Azalya said by patting her own forehead.

"Omma could be this wrathful" he murmured as he picked up the scattered glass shards.

"Oh my goodness Aza... Just now Oma said, it has happened" said Oma Rena who entered Azalya's room and saw it was very messy.

"Hehehe, sorry Oma" Azalya replied with a cry.

"Huh, let it go first. Let Oma call a maid. Don't touch, your hands will hurt" Oma Rena said.

And not yet Oma Rena moved from where she stood, Azalya had injured her hand with the broken glass.

"Aw, ow... " said Azalya, shaking her wounded hand was very bloody.

"Newly Oma said don't touch. Even injured" said Oma Rena while leading her granddaughter to her bed.

Maid has come to clean the broken glass. Very clean and as always.

"You are saying why AZ.. Oma until surprised you, Mama and Papa you are not like this before. Who are you actually down from?" said Oma Rena who was treating the incision wound in Azalya while grumbling and also feeling astonished by herself.

"Why Ma's?" asked Opa Wijaya as she entered her grandson's room.

"Pa's habit, his sloppy crumbs" replied Oma Rena as she dripped the medicine box she had just used.

"Aza Aza's. You are this, if one day is not careless you certainly can not well?" asked Opa Wijaya when he was standing in front of his two favorite women.

"Hehehe, actually Aza also does not want to be like this Opa. But how else, it feels like this hand or foot is always reflexive to do things outside of Aza's own predictions" replied Azalya who was cheerful at first became moody because it was always careless in doing everything.

"Not think about it too much. Slowly make his changes, if anyone makes Aza will be careless. Should be kept away or yes avoided maybe" said Opa Wijaya while rubbing Azalya's head gently and lovingly.

"Thank you Opa Oma. With Opa and Oma with me, Aza is very happy and also does not feel lonely because it is far from Mama and Papa" said Azalya with a smile fluffy in her lips.

"If you're lonely why break up for college so far?" ask Oma Rena who has been very anxious about the behavior and also the attitude of her granddaughter this one.

"Opa, it's better for Opa to take Opa's wife. Aza wants to break Opa, Aza just remembered if tomorrow ad'a morning class that must be attended" said Azalya reasoned so that her chatty Oma can get out of her room.

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And elsewhere. More precisely in a place very far from the crowd and also residential residents. There was a very handsome and also high-charismatic young man sitting alone in the silence of a very dark night.

If there is no moonlight, it may not be visible in the first place. But a young man was used to passing through the dark streets and was also filled with very thick trees.

Who else if not the king of our mafia, he was accompanied by his confidant and hands forget Chris who always standby silence even his Young Master stepped up.

"King, if I may know what we're going to do here?" ask the big guy to Zayn.

"We'll just wait a little while longer" she replied, not telling him anything.

The three of them were silent and did not move in the slightest. Only their eyes were moving following the sound of rushing steps from the opposite direction to the three of them.

Until there are many sounds of footsteps that are given more than three people. Zayn gives the code to both of them to carry out his instructions that will catch someone who is being chased.

After both have secured someone. In the second hitumgan Zayn had made the person who was chasing a man sprawled lifeless again.

While Chris who saw directly just shuddered in horror. He was in charge of bringing the man who was being chased earlier.

"King, who is this? And why are we helping him?" ask the man he let go.

Jefford Hugo, often called Jeff. He was still curious about his king plan that could never be guessed.

"He is Austin Harold. The man who was in great danger" Zayn replied by looking at the face of the Caucasian man he had long wanted to have.

Possessing in the sense of Zayn is reliable, because he is someone who is as genius as him. But because he only relies on his brain and intelligence. He could not defend himself in the slightest.

Zayn wanted to recruit her as his person. He wants to combine his work with his own.

"So he's the genius on the hunt?" jeff asked back and was answered with a nod by Zayn.

"You are the best king. It's not wrong for me to side with you" Jeff said calmly and without any expression.

Zayn just kept quiet. He's in his car heading to his base. He never brought his men into the mainson area.

Because diarea mainson only knows that Zayn Pratama Edison is a young businessman who is cold and flat.

If he's in mafia mode, Zayn will use his base for his members' residences. And also the place of detention of his clansmen who were caught and did not want to confess.

Even the prisoners are not only a man, there are also women who are indeed impaled to be able to dig information and also tasked with ensnaring the king of the mafia.

But unfortunately every plan from his clansmen never worked. Because Zayn's eyes and ears are everywhere. Nor can it be underestimated.

Because for Zayn or his subordinates. If not disturbing will not be disturbed, that is the principle of Zayn from the beginning. He does run another illegal business he has mastered. But he did not want if any of his members were to violate the rules he had already made.

If anyone does so, do not expect forgiveness from him. Appropriate forgiveness is death in the usual way.

The three of them had already reached Zayn's headquarters. Zayn told the doctors to take care of Austin Harold in the best possible way. His doctors were not random doctors either, they were members of Zayn himself.

So there can be no doubt about his ability and also his way of working. However, they still work in public hospitals and clinics.

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