THE ANGEL OF THE CREATOR
Chapter 8

" hey! See you." Azzam Seringai.

Jjreep, kraak!!!

Jjreep, kraak!!!

By using Fairbairn Skykes, at first glance this knife may seem ordinary, but be careful because this knife is made not only to stab but also tear and slash victims. And the knife was now stuck in the heart of the two men, Gustov and Betrand. Not only plugging, but also turning the knife. Until they both died instantly, with a fresh red liquid that soaked Azzam's face and clothes.

" hey! Think a thousand times against me! Annihilate!." Giving orders to his men to immediately clean up the two bullies boss.

" Okay sir!" Kenan answered with his head down, as Azzam walked away from the place.

Seeing that his boss had already walked over to him, meant that their mission had been completed. Daffa handed a copy of the shirt to his boss, as usual. Azzam immediately took off his clothes and threw them in any place, replacing them with the clothes that Daffa had just given him.

" Go back to the company." Azzam's word to Daffa.

" Okay sir!." Then they both got into Azzam's car, leaving the place.

For the remnants of the fight, Kenan and others will solve it.

When he arrived at the company, he was already in a state of desolation. There were only a few masterpieces that were overtime, Azzam stepped foot into his room.

" Heh, it turns out he's home." Mumbled.

Azzam laid his body on the bed of his private room, closed his eyes and rested for a moment. For some reason, his thoughts were currently on a woman who had already filled his head. His shadow always flashed, and Azzam opened his eyes. Placing both hands under his head lying down, his eyes looked at the ceiling.

" Why does the shadow of the woman always cross? No, can't I like it?." Exhaling his breath violently, closed his already extremely tired eyes. And as usual, Azzam spent the night again in a company that was like a second home for him.

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In the next day, Kiya continues to work. Feeling not too weak, and the pain in his stomach has also disappeared a little. Actually, the grandmother had forbidden him to go to work. However, Kiya feels responsible with her work.

Departing by public transport, it was common for Kiya. Can see various humans with various professions, blending into one. Upon entering his study, it was shocking.

" Are you okay Ki? if you are still not feeling well, it is better to take a leave of absence. Don't like to force yourself." With a slightly fierce face, Nabila tried to reprimand Kiya.

" Thank you for your attention my love, hahaha." Kiya with her teasing.

" Aish! Lope lope lope, this is you. Oh yes Ki, there is gossip. You said you were sulking big boss huh? not really, right?." Nabila with his curiosity.

" Eh, who said? no, I like to gossip." Kiya's face became astonished.

" Noh, the bulk dolphin. Who else if not him, Rinda. But aren't you really that?". Nabila still convinced himself.

Kiya rolled her eyes very lazily, hearing the name of the gossip mongrel. Actually for Kiya is not a problem, but because it has been a drought. Finally making Kiya become upset, really want to hit the mouth of the gossip culprit. But it's just the wind that passes, Kiya always has a heart like an angel who always forgives.

" It's Bil, the most important thing is that I'm not like he said. And elo! It's the guy who always knew about my life in this company, okay. Go there, work! Tortured, just found out the taste. Gratitude." Kiya moved her hand like a shoo.

He refocused on his work, and occasionally drank herbs from his beloved grandmother to overcome his stomach acid. Working on some files and having to get a signature from her boss, Kiya walks into Ghina's room.

" Good morning by noon." Sapa Kiya's.

" Are you Ki, are you right?"

" Thank God, oh yes. Here, Kiya, come on. Ordinary, sign the boss." Put the file that Kiya brought him on Ghina's desk.

" Oh that, now you can just meet Ki. Anyway, now our boss is here. So do not need to play the titip-tip again, directly yes." Ghina explained to Kiya.

" Sir, can you not just leave? Laper, hehehe. " Kiya was still afraid to come face to face with Azzam.

" Laper what laper?! Come on in, come in." Ghina immediately pulled Kiya's hand and retrieved the file she was carrying.

Clamps...

" Excuse me sir!". Sapa Ghina, and immediately he encouraged Kiya to immediately enter the room, then he said goodbye to close the door.

" Mom!!." call Kiya.

Azzam only saw Kiya's silly behavior that would chase Ghina back, with a very thin smile.

" Ehm, um!." Azzam cleared his throat for Kiya to realize his existence.

And sure enough, Kiya immediately felt awkward being in the boss' room. Turning his head and smiling in a forced manner, Kiya walked slowly towards the boss's desk.

" Sorry sir, I just want you to sign this report." Kiya thrust out the file she brought with a misgivings feeling.

With arrogance, Azzam just glanced at the file without touching it. He liked Kiya's shady look more and more.

" Heh, on what basis should I give my autograph there?". With his back, Azzam grinned.

Huh! Ni crazy what a trance yes, his signature on the monthly report file must be there. When asked, uh she was presumptuous. Kiya.

" If you don't like it, it's okay, sir. I will be very happy to not do any reports about company finances, because it is useless if there is no confirmation from you. Then, excuse me, sir." Kiya was already very furious with the boss's arrogance, when his feet would step away from the table.

" Hey!!! How dare you threaten me, huh!". Azzam felt insinuated by Kiya's words.

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