THE ANGEL OF THE CREATOR
Chapter 15

Flashback...

Azzam was now inside his study, staring out the window. Reflecting on every word that Kiya said and explained to Azzam, cursed his life story that had been too free and forgot his religion.

How could I forget the most important thing in my life, how could I!!! Do I deserve it? She's too perfect for me to have, I'm really despicable. Heh, disgusting!

Pprraan!!!

Azzam hit the window glass with his fist, making the glass break and scatter. Blood was flowing quite a lot from the back of his hand.

Off Flashback...

" Sir!!!." Shouted Kiya, when he saw there were drops of blood from Azzam's hands.

Without thinking any more, Kiya walked quickly to Azzam who was just silent. Looking for something that could be used to stop the flow of blood, there was a tabletop using a cloth. Kiya pulled it without thinking about the knickknacks on it, which are currently scattered.

" sir! Your hands are bleeding, why is this?" kiya's face seemed to panic at that.

Wrapped Azzam's hand in cloth, while wanting to get Azzam to sit down. Kiya's hand was restrained by Azzam, Kiya stared in surprise with her boss.

" Say he can't touch, this!." Azzam directs his eyes, and Kiya's hand touches Azzam's.

" Stupid emergency!!!." Kiya replies to Azzam.

After sitting Azzam, he asked where the medicine box he had brought was. Showing his finger, Azzam told Kiya.

" Stay quiet here and don't argue!." Leaving Azzam, Kiya immediately ran down the floor to the kitchen, asking the Ipa basin which contained warm water and clean towel cloth.

Heh, it turns out that he is more sinister than an angry lioness. Azzams.

After getting the things she needed, Kiya again ran around to the top floor. With a slight hunting breath, he paused for a moment. And immediately continue his steps back. Cleansing the blood that was still coming out of the back of Azzam's hand slowly, releasing the highest shards of glass. It was so sad that Kiya's heart saw that wound.

" All right, it's done. You better rest, sir, Ipa bik invited you to breakfast." Kiya to Azzam.

" You're having breakfast with me too, come on!." Azzam clasped Kiya's hand and walked towards the lower floor.

Oh my goodness, people, just pull it. I don't understand being explained. Kiya.

" Don't curse me in your heart, you better say. So that I can hear it more clearly." Without turning his head, Azzam spoke to Kiya.

" Uh! You're a fortune teller, sir? But, your hands." Kiya confirmed his words.

" Bik, bik Ipa." Azzam.

" Yes sir, I." With a little running around, Ipa approached his master.

" Who's cooking?." Ask Azzam in full search.

" Ee, anu sir. That, non Kiya who cooks." Ipa answered him doubtfully, will his master be angry.

" Hem, come back." Azzam ordered Ipa to go back to the kitchen, and he began to look at Kiya with a very judgmental look.

As for Kiya, she was already feeling cold hot with the gaze of her boss. Hoping that nothing would happen made her angry, or she would get punished.

" I want you to make me breakfast every weekday. And bring my work in the office, no rejection. Your salary I'll give you double." Azzam continued to eat, until the plate was clean.

Kiya only snorted in annoyance at the attitude of her master who was willing to win by himself, then Azzam walked away leaving Kiya alone at the dining table. What an exhausting day for a Kiya, facing his boss's strange attitude. Kiya had a gig to clean up the dishes, and she asked Ipa. Where will the food end after the master has eaten? ' Dumped', and that sentence infuriated Kiya greatly.

Without permission and asked again, Kiya invited the housekeepers there to enjoy the dish. At first they are afraid, but Kiya convinces them that he will be responsible for everything. Enjoying the remaining dishes, it is sad to hear them. Rather than redundant, it is better to enjoy together. They laughed and joked with each other, there was no difference there. Without them knowing, Azzam saw it all.

You are second to none Kiya, you are mine. And whenever, you're mine. Azzams.

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At the moment, Zaffar is with his men. Something happened with the state of the business, the decline in the value of the shares and the investors were pulling shares from them one by one.

" Why is this so! Aargh!!!" Shouted Zaffar by ruffling his hair to a shapeless mess again.

All his men no one dared to open their voices, they were very aware of the attitude of the leader when angry. Zaffar was furious when his business was being played by someone.

" Hurry up you guys get who's been playing me like this. Hurry!!!." The voice was very strong and made his men go awry.

" Look, I'll find out who's behind this whole thing. I will make him suffer more than I am currently experiencing, go!!! No one's coming back before you find out who did it." Zaffar went crazy, how frustrated he was at that time.

All his men immediately conducted an investigation and search, against the perpetrators of the attack assets of their boss. It is very certain, Zaffar suffered a huge loss, even threatened to go out of business in the world of business.

"If my guess is true, and he's the culprit. I'll make sure and make him suffer, even ask death from my hands!!!."

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