The Journey of the Mafia Boss Love
chapter 4

Hearing that voice, Aqilla raised her face to look at the source of the voice. And how shocked Aqilla was to see the man's face, it really made her heart beat so fast.

" Who's the sender?" The man emphasized his tone more and more.

" Sa I don't know sir, I only accept services to make and send it. The woman didn't tell me her name." Aqilla was getting scared.

" Just throw it away, it disgusts me a lot." The man was Akhtar, he felt a little troubled by the voice of Pandu and Aqilla arguing. Now his hand had slipped from Aqilla's arm.

Well, really sick this is the man he holds. I think this person likes to eat people, from his face alone has described his cruelty. Hopefully this is the first and last meeting with this person, otherwise. I can end it. Aqilla

When Pandu was about to throw away the flower that Aqilla had brought before, Aqilla's hand quickly grabbed it.

" No sir, I'd better take it back. " The flower has now been obtained by Aqilla.

" The flowers and the people are just the same, disgusting." Akhtar rolled his eyeballs and was about to re-enter.

" Mister may insult me like trash, yet you are nothing without us who are like this trash. Your success is the result of squeezing the sweat out of trashy people like us, so. Who's so disgusting?". Aqilla immediately ran away from the gazes of those haughty men.

Hearing the insults from Aqilla, made Akhtar speechless. Like digesting every word spoken by Aqilla to him, while Pandu only watched the entertainment that he thought was very interesting. Where an Akhtar who is notoriously cruel, can be silent by an ordinary woman.

Aqilla, who was outside the building, immediately approached her sister who was waiting on the motorcycle.

" Go back to deck, the person does not want to accept. Say instead of in the garbage box, better be made home decoration." Aqilla tried to hide her disappointment.

" Yes too, it's not acceptable. Lost the money, baby." Indeed, the interest fee has been paid, before the work.

" Here, let's go home. Brother's tired, want to rest." They also went straight home to their beloved home.

Dad, Mommy. Sorry brother yes, sister is still a big fan. What a struggle you have in making a living for us, the struggle is enormous. Dealing with rich people is very draining of emotions and energy. Now you know, life is really cruel if we are not good at dealing with it, Dad, mother. Sister Miss.

Aqilla's tears slowly flowed, she immediately wiped them away. Afraid of his sister seeing him from the rearview mirror of the motor, it would make him very guilty. After her parents left, Aqilla promised to make her sister happy. Despite the truth, the sister knew what her brother often hid.

They finally reached the beloved home, Aqilla immediately rested his body yamg tired. Tired of being physical and non-physical, forgetting the events he experienced today was a very strenuous task.

" It's too much of an understatement, maybe they think. Money worth interest is meaningless, but not for people like us. Well, maybe not the time it was flowers in the man's hand." Lying on her soft bed, Aqilla saw the flowers she had taken back.

In a super-luxury room, Akhtar calls his trusted assistant and is also his childhood best friend.

" Jas, please find out about the woman who delivered the flowers." Akhtar's orders.

" Okay sir, I'll do it." After the connection was severed, Jason immediately exercised a finger to carry out his master's orders.