My husband's the Cruel Mafia
Promo Novel "My Teacher My Husband"

“Uhuk! It felt so strange” muttered a girl who was still wearing a school uniform. The fingers of his right hand occasionally played his long black hair that decomposed downwards.

Yes, the hazel-colored eyeball girl and the chubby cheek is Nayla Putri.

After school, Nayla decided not to go home. Instead stop by a dimly lit cafe that is on the side of the road.

Why is it called a dimly lit cafe? Because it is located at the end of the road and is only open at six in the afternoon until twelve in the evening.

This was the first time Nayla had gone to a foreign place she had never been alone. Because usually, Nayla is always accompanied by Clarissa, her best friend.

At the cafe, almost everyone stared strangely at Nayla. It was probably because the girl was still wearing a high school uniform.

“Is there anything strange? Why are they looking at me like that?” he nodded while looking at himself.

Nayla closed her eyes at a glance and returned unconcerned with the gazes of the people who were currently fixed on her. He prefers to enjoy drinks with a star logo with a fairly low alcohol content.

Both beads of his own eyes were fixed on the phone that was on the table. It's been almost an hour Nayla's been there. However, no one had contacted him or simply asked where he was.

“Nobody cares about you Nay. So stop expecting something that will never come true.”

Nayla patted her chest that felt tight. Unknowingly his bead of eyes passed the clear granules. “Enough Nay. Stop crying for anything useless!”

Nayla took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Convince himself to stay strong. His family's current troubles were enough to make his life a mess. Plus, no one in the house realized that he had not returned.

The girl again shook her head to the right and to the left, enjoying the sound of dj music that could be heard swerving up to her ears.

Until without Nayla knowing, there were some men who came and approached her.

Nayla didn't budge and ignored them. Both beads of his eyes were fixed on the people who went in and out of the cafe.

“Cakep anyway but arrogant,” says another man.

“Go not all! Or you want me to call the security guard. Let this place be closed!” threaten Nayla while showing her the phone in her right hand. He is ready to press the green button. Pretend to be contacting the officer.

Of course Nayla's threatening sentence made their faces instantly pale and frightened. If this place is closed, they won't be able to hang out anymore.

“Beautiful-beautiful is fierce,” said the man who immediately took his friends away from there and left Nayla alone.

Feeling bored and the night was getting late, Nayla decided to go from there. However, just as he was about to step up, there was suddenly someone heavy holding back his backpack.

“You want anything else!” Nayla turned around and looked up. 

The tall and burly man with a flat face stared intently at Nayla. “Where are you going?” the man's baritone voice managed to make the fur of Nayla's nape who was sleeping hern, goosebumps instantly.

Yes, the voice of someone who was not foreign, even Nayla was familiar with right now was in front of her. His eyes seemed to say that Nayla was his prey.

“Why silence? I was asking!” ask the man again to Nayla.

Instead of answering, Nayla intended to run away. Nayla took off her backpack and set out to run. But again, the man managed to pull the collar off his shirt. Take Nayla like a cat caught stealing food.