Thought by Maid, Turns out to be the Mafia Wife
119. Why is the Voice the Same?

Bunga boards an FBI jet, where Mr. M is waiting for him. The pretty face still looks soaked behind the veil. From that beautiful bead ball, Mr. M can guess if the new Flower went through a major event that greatly made him shocked heavily.

Every girl goes through her training, has gone through very extreme exercises but always uses body safety so as not to fall and injury easily.

But what Bunga experienced today almost took his life for jumping from a tall building to reach the rope of the aircraft stairs followed by a brutal bullet attack aimed at him even though he was wearing a bulletproof vest designed very thin by himself but does not rule out the possibility of the head, thighs and legs could be penetrated by the hot lead.

"Are you okay?" ask Mr. M who immediately hugged the daughter of his best friend.

"I'm afraid of Mr. M" said Bunga like a child in front of his mother.

"But, you are a great girl that no army will replace because you can knock out your opponent alone amid the attacks of criminals that number nearly fifty more.

And more astounding to me, you can eradicate them all left," praised Mr. M.

"Shoppers....!" It wasn't my life I was thinking about, but I was thinking about the fate of the families of the assailants. Whether among them is one's father or one's son, husband, lover or brother. I have broken the hearts of those who must be waiting for them to come home let alone still a moment of Eid," Inner Flower.

"Sit down and eat something!" decreed Mr. M stretched out his embrace and led Bunga to sit in his chair.

As always, flowers need a glass of Chinese dragon foot tea. Mr. M preparing the needs of the girl according to the appetite for drinking flowers which of course all must be halal.

Flowers enjoy their drinks for a while and then enjoy the food. He gave permission to perform dhuhur and ashar prayers at once. Flowers pass the tayamum and after that pray in his seat. Mr. M did not bother and also did not dare to see the face of the Flower who was currently opening her veil because it was facing her face to the khalik.

The flower ponders what makes itself can be caught in disguise. Why could his mouth impatiently reveal his evil lord Zhidan. If he was shrewd and played very subtly, perhaps he would not need to kill more people in this mission.

"Yes Allah. Forgive my sins. I have zholim to myself to cause others to die in vain. God gives peace of heart to the families of the victims. I beg you to forgive my sin, O Robb," the cry of Flowers felt again tight after performing his prayers.

The flower recites the holy verse of the Quran to appease his heart, the letter of Yasin. After his heart calmed down enough, he just took his phone to see the recording on Mr. M.

"Mrs. M...!" tegur Flowers.

Mr. M looked back at the flower that was veiled again. He came to the flower that needed him.

"Lend me your laptop. I'll move the data files I've obtained from Mr Zidane! We just have to find out who is the mastermind of all this," said Bunga while opening the recording on his cellphone.

He also took Mr. Zhidan's SIM card to contact corrupt government officials, especially in the financial and weapons division of the American intelligence agency.

"Now we will arrest the traitor" said Bunga hacking CCTV in the division room.

Flowers and Mr. M is paying attention to the special staff in the division. Among them no one raised the call made by the Flower.

Flowers and Mr. M stared at each other. They were confused that it was not the staff in the division that committed treason.

"Who did it then?" ask Mr. M anxious.

"Why should we focus on the innocent looks of the staff? If there are more influential officials dealing with Zidane's class mafia. Ants can only transport food crumbs according to their size.

What if other animals that play a role with their small bodies but are very greedy to harden hard objects. Only the work of rats can do it" Bunga told officials in the country's intelligence agency.

"Genius Baby. I was busy thinking about those staff who committed treason but I forgot influential people who had great access in some countries. He certainly didn't play alone. He must have connections with the foreign minister and also the finance minister of the country" said Mr. M with his opinion.

"That means we have to hunt other big rats" said Bunga, who went directly to the top leaders in American intelligence. He used Mr Zidane's SIM card to contact the country's criminals.

Bunga hacked the CCTV room 8 offices of the high intelligence leadership. Although 8 impressions that can capture the visual of the 8 leaders, but they need interaction who the owner of the number listed on Zidane's contact.

"Their game is so neat that it feels very safe to be able to feel the wealth of Mr. Zidane disguised with a thousand faces" said Bunga.

"You're very clever Zidan. Hiding from some innocent faces to keep you in your comfort zone. If I hadn't cornered you with some questions to brush off your mask, I might have had to put in even more effort to obtain information to find the mastermind. It turns out that my careless attitude brings me luck too, even though I I had to sacrifice my life" said Bunga.

This beautiful girl made a call to the destination number while paying attention to the visual movements of some big boss who was a henchman working at her desk in America there.

One fat man with a creepy look raised a call from Bunga. Flowers and Mr. I was shocked to see who that person was.

"God. Isn't this Mr Collins?" muttered Mr. M when he found out the top leadership of the intelligence agency.

"Hallo, Mr. Zidane!" greet Mr. Collins as he approaches the door of his room to be locked so that no one dares to enter his office.

Flowers hurriedly turned off his call. He immediately hacked Mr. Collins's important documents related to Zidan.

"Because you're a dick!" maki Bunga who has obtained the proceeds of his crime Collins who benefits 30 % of every financial transaction from the world bank.

Flowers can be accessed through Swift code. In short, swift code is actually an abbreviated form of the Society for Worldwide Interbank Financial Telecommunications. This code is used to help facilitate the identification process of banking or securities institutions located in special countries and branches.

"Mrs. M. This is all evidence of Mr. Collins' crime. My job is done. Now I want to go home.

"Please freeze Mr Collins' account now!" tell Mr. M on Flowers who is capable of doing anything to catch criminals.

"Order Mr Collins' arrest before he escapes!" flowers to Mr. To quickly act to secure the traitor.

"Thank you agent one. You will be picked up by a TNI AU marshal from Indonesia at the international airport in New York. They've been waiting for you" said Mr. M.

"Thank you Mr. M..!" bunga.

After a few hours, the FBI jet arrived at the local airport. Mr. M and Bunga spit each other before parting ways.

"Thank you agent one. Give my regards to your parents" said Mr. M.

"God willing. I will say, "The flower is ready to go down when the plane door is opened.

How surprised Bunga when he saw the handsome face of the lover standing under the flight stairs to pick him up.

"Yes Allah. Why should he pick me up?" jolt Flowers nervous.

Between the pleasure and fear of being discovered by Daffa if his disguise is revealed that the FBI agent is himself. Luckily he was wearing a shar'i outfit complete with his veil. Daffa paid his respects to the Flower who could only nod stiffly.

His heart seemed to stop now because of his longing for this man. Daffa's strict attitude is just doing his job without knowing who the girl behind the veil is.

"Report. Introduce me is a Daffa TNI AU marshal who is in charge of picking up agent one to escort the lady back to the Indonesian homeland..!" report Daffa with a respectful attitude.

"Continue..!" firmly Bunga stepped gracefully towards the aircraft belonging to the Indonesian air force.

"Why does it sound so similar to a flower? was I too lost on my love flower to think that this girl's voice was like the sound of a Flower" Daffa's inner voice walked firmly behind the Flower.

"Yes Allah. I was escorted by my own lover. If she knew who I really was," Inner Flower as she climbed the stairs of her plane.

Flowers should remain professional as it preserves their identity.

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