The Dream Lover MR. Mobster
syok

.

.

"why should I come? the arrogant master had died. hahaha".the laughter of an old man in his 50s was smoking his cigarette and blowing him into the air.

"but there's no harm in coming to the place of agreement sir..? is he really dead? ". ask the assistant.

"let's..! I don't want to lose my biggest investor.

"on TV there is no news of his death sir".the assistant still does not believe Raka is dead.

"he was kidnapped probably dumped his body into the atlantic ocean.

"Old Brother? ". Raka's voice made the old man as well as his assistant jump in shock.

"why didn't you come? I came because of our cooperation but you're using that instead huh? you don't know who's looking for trouble with? ". Raka approached with a scary look when Raka's face was very handsome.

"T.. sir? R.. The raka? an.. are you alive? ". said the old man stammered in disbelief.

"why? you expect me to die in the hands of that black-clothed man? are you the Old Man who paid them? ". cecar Raka grinned thinly

"bb. no..! " the old man replied trembling in fear.

"you think I believe, huh? ". Raka took out a vase of flowers and threw it on the head of the old man who slumped down instantly.

The old man's assistant also curled up in fear, he had never seen the sinister side of Raka who was like now, in contrast to the old man nearby instead trembling in fear as if Raka was currently a monstrous monster.

"who do they mean the tiger cub? did you lock up my real mother ha? ". Jerky Raka pulled the collar of the old man's shirt and lifted him high.

"aah. le.. loose..! s.. sick". the old man's moaning tried to let go of Raka's hand.

Raka dodges when the old man's assistant throws a flower pot at him instead of hitting his own boss until unconscious.

"Master? ". Scream the old man's assistant with a look of shock because of the wrong target.

Raka throws the old man to the table and laptop and his files are scattered.

"you want to die in my hands too? how dare you play my time". Raka pulled the old man's assistant's arm roughly and threw it against the wall.

the room was already chaotic, Raka became emotional if she was toyed with let alone discuss the figure of her birth mother even though Raka had never seen a photo of her mother at all, she did not even know where her birth mother was.

brach..

Raka stepped on the chest of the old man who woke up instantly from his stupor.

"i'm the cruelest Mafia Master in the City. Don't you know who Master R is? I'm the one who dares you to play my time old man! I left my wife at home because of you but would even deceive me.. What is your problem with me ha?? ". furious Raka stepped firmly on the chest of the enemy in front of his eyes now.

they are shocked and shocked in the midst of the pain that hit, they do not believe that Raka is a mysterious Mafia master who has always mysterious face.

some think that Master R is an old man, let alone the Master R scandal which is called an old man there is no complaint from Raka, how can a handsome man Raka not angry when there is news deviated about his appearance.

"pardon me, sir. s. I had no idea you were a master of R. s. I was just running errands". replied the old man stuttering with an irregular breath.

the old man is called Old Man Poy, some call him Pak Poy for his 30-year-old colleague Pak Poy while Raka is young so call him Old Man Poy.

"sir. a. forgive me sir". said Old Assistant Poy.

"why should I forgive you? you guys are looking for trouble with me, right? ". said Raka coldly

"s. I only received orders from the biggest investors from the master Dubai". replied Poy tremblingly.

"Dubai? why do they say I'm a tiger boy? they must be wrong people, right? get me to meet him". Raka's lick shook Pak Poy's shoulder grimacing in pain.

Raka pushed rough the disgusting body of Mr. Poy,

"basic coward..! in the bluff just wetting what if I kill you". Raka said calmly as she stood up straight leaving Pak Poy with her Assistant still looking frightened looking at Raka.

Raka moved away from the two of them who were still trembling in fear.

"you believe he's the master of R? ". ask Poy to his assistant

"i've only seen the creepy side of Mr. Raka for the first time.I've never seen anyone with a handsome devil face on a rampage sir.and Mr. Raka is like a demon just now".

Mr. Poy growls in frustration, his life sandwiched by both terrifying people, between the mysterious master R and Man from the country of Dubai.

.

Raka takes a taxi home to the central city, he doesn't care how much he pays as long as he doesn't board a train that will take him to meet with strangers dressed in black who call him Tiger Child.

Raka is not afraid but he does not want to be hurt because it has been bound by a promise with Raya, Raka does not want to sleep outside again driven by his beloved wife, according to Raka it is the toughest punishment for him.

.

.

around 3 am Raka arrived at his mansion,

"do you come back again?". asked Raka

"right sir". replied the taxi driver happily.

he seemed to get a windfall of money until millions took passengers out of the city, even Raka paid for the oil along the way.

"this is your pay sir..! keep it a secret about me understand?". Raka's warning

the taxi driver looked foolishly at the money Raka gave him, it was delicious that the rich man distributed money to him.

"thank you sir". said the driver with a trembling tone

Raka nodded, "if you want to sleep, just sleep in this car sir.at least rest for 1 hour to travel far father later".

"well sir, thank you very much".

Raka went into his mansion, he came 2 days ahead of his wedding reception.

"it looks like my wedding to Raya will be closely guarded by my people and the Xylver mafia, I don't want my marriage to be in trouble". batin Raka is now much more alert to her new enemies coming from the country of Dubai.

"wait.. dubai? did they know the ballatant was dead in my hand? ". muttered Raka was silent for a moment.

Raka shook his head, he continued his footsteps towards the elevator and entered his wife's room.

"sad? ". call Raka shocked to see Raya sleeping on the sofa covered by the magazine.

Raka circulated her gaze seeing her room fall apart making her smile.

"do you think you're having fun, baby? ". Raka picked up the magazine that covered Raya's pretty face.

2 hours before Raka arrived, he had told Dita that he was coming, maybe Dita was late to read the message until Dita and the others moved without being able to clean up again.

.

.

.