The Journey of the Mafia Boss Love
Chapter 42

Aqilla activities are back as usual, with a variety of flowers available. He reassembled it into a work, the order came back. Haykal is eager to help his sister, but his activities at school are getting crowded near the end of school exams.

" Sister, how about we find someone who can help you? it's not enough kak can share and reduce unemployment." said Haykal.

" Yes, yes, we'll think again. You go there, it's late."

" Yes brother, oh yes the order on behalf of Steiven is how sis? Will the guy take it himself or are we the anterin?." Haykal saw a lot of his orders.

" Hem, he said he wanted to take it here himself. Good, save cost. Hehe." Aqilla laughed crisply.

" Good brother, so we don't bother. Haykal departs yes, Assalamu'alaikum." Haykal smelled the back of Aqilla's hand.

" Wa'alaikumussalam, be careful." Shouted Aqilla.

After Haykal left for school, Aqilla continued to work on some flower orders. Because of the wickedness in arranging flowers, until time does not feel more and more passed.

" Aakh! My stomach hurts, but I ate." Aqilla immediately quit her activities.

He put himself in bed, because the pain he felt was very different. He lay down for a long time, and the pain disappeared.

Dddrr...

Dddrr...

Aqilla's phone on the table shook, Aqilla slowly grabbed it. The name of the flower owner contacted him.

Mr. Steiven is calling...

" Hello, sir." Answer Aqilla.

" Hello lady, I'm in front of your house. Is my order finished and can I take it ?" Steiven said that.

" Huh, yes sir is done. All right, I'll open the door." Aqilla ended her conversation via mobile phone.

Aqilla quickly opened the door to her house, not wanting to make her customers wait too long.

Chequek...

The door sounds open...

" Oh sir, sorry to keep you waiting. Come on, come on in." Aqilla invited her guests.

Steiven stepped into Aqilla's house, staring at the owner of the house with a soaring gaze.

While Aqilla was facing off and chatting with Steiven, Aqilla's phone shook again. And it turns...

Strange man is calling...

" Assalamu'alaikum sir."

" Dear Wa'alaikumussalam, there are still many arrangements? " Sapa Akhtar's.

" There's another customer, this one's gonna take his order." Aqilla directed the camera, because Akhtar always video call.

When the camera phone Aqilla scolded the customer's face, with his leisure as well. Steiven waved his hand, and smiled disdainfully. Suddenly the video call was cut off instantly, no words before.

" What's wrong with him? it is not usually a direct call. " Aqilla felt something unusual, from Akhtar.

" Eh, sorry sir. Your order is done everything, sorry to bother you to bring it yourself." Aqilla showed me where the order was.

" Thank you, sir." When Aqilla wanted to walk around, she accidentally tripped on Steiven's leg. His body staggered backwards.

" Ach!" Jerit Aqilla's.

Aqilla's body fell backwards, but strangely he did not touch the floor. Apparently, Steiven had already first held Aqilla's body by hugging her, so as not to crash onto the floor. The two of them stared at each other, until a voice ripped them all away.

" AQILLA !!!." Akhtar's voice echoed.

" Mister ! Akh!!!." Aqilla's body was blown to the floor.

Steiven had indeed touched on it, he smiled very satisfied to see Akhtar with a red face holding back anger. Akhtar immediately approached Steiven and a punch touched his face.

Buk !!!

" Fuck you!!! What else do you want, huh? Never again have you touched mine, mine!!! Bang**sat!!!." Akhtar shouted furiously.

" Heh, why is the master Akhtar Wijaya the son of punggut. Who is yours? What is this woman? Wow, that's a long way from your taste." Steiven's laughter was extremely mocking.

" Ba**sat you!!!." Akhtar will deliver his blow back to Steiven.

Now, Aqilla's body had already hugged her first. Aqilla felt that something was wrong with the two of them, she tried to calm down Akhtar's emotions.

" Delelease!!! Aqilla, release!!!." Shouted Akhtar.

" No!!! don't hurt each other, what you saw. It's not what you think, please don't be rash." Aqilla's voice was disjointed.

" LEAVE AQILLA?" akhtar's voice was already very creepy.

" No!!!" Aqilla.fellowing her head.

" Woow, you two are very compatible in a romantic drama. Heh, but this is so sickening to me." Steiven provokes Akhtar's anger.

" Go sir, please get out of here." Aqilla yelled at Steiven and tried to hold Akhtar's body by hugging him.

" Take off Aqilla." Akhtar pulled Aqilla's body so firmly, that Aqilla's stomach hit the corner of the table.

" Akh!!!."Aqilla.

Without further ado, Akhtar and Steiven instantly hit each other. When Steiven was out of energy, with very good conditions. Akhtar aimed a gun at Steiven, with the trigger drawn.

" Not sir." Aqilla's voice shouted.

" No, don't do it. No!!! Don't shoot, don't." Aqilla grimaced with the pain in her stomach.

" Dear, what's wrong? Why is your face so pale? What because I was pushing it?." Akhtar's face was slightly anxious, looking at Aqilla's face.

" It's okay, sir, don't shoot. You will be able to deal with the police, what is going on between you?." Aqilla was getting weird.

Akhtar did not want to make Aqilla ask any more questions, this was not the time he told Aqilla about it. He kept his gun behind the suit he was wearing.

" You!!! Get out of here, I won't forgive you next time. Lucky for you now."

Steiven tried to stand with all his might, his body was now very much bruised and injured all over his body.

" Heh, I'll repay you the pickle boy!." Steiven's footsteps grew further and further away.

Akhtar heard the words from Steiven, making him offended. As he was about to overtake Steiven, Aqilla quickly withdrew her hand and shook her head. Akhtar finally complied with the lover's request.