AVARICIOUS
CHAPTER 35. DO YOU WANT TO GO TO HEAVEN?

Azzam slowly got out of bed, with his half-conscious body walking slowly out of the room, “I have to get it,” said Azzam slowly down the stairs. Azzam continued walking towards the kitchen. Azzam stopped his footsteps in front of the table, his right hand picking up a kitchen knife. “No prey can escape its target,” continued Azzam staring at the kitchen knife in his right hand. Azzam again stepped into the room Laras not far from the kitchen room.

Geck! Geck!

“Mother!” call Azzam with sweet smiling lips, forehead stuck on room door Laras.

“Iya!” sahut Laras from inside the room.

Cklek!!!

Seeing his mother standing in front of the door, Azzam gave a sweet smile, both hands that had been wearing rubber gloves were put back with his left hand grasping the kitchen knife. Azzam slowly stepped right foot into the room Laras, making Laras who had been standing in front of the door slowly backward one step back.

“Does Mom want to meet Dad in heaven?”

“What do you mean?”

“Azzam just want to see Mom and Dad back together like they used to?” Azzam sighed, head bowed, “Huft! So tired of being the Mom now.”

Laras stopped her footsteps, “Azzam you why nak?” tanya Laras held both arms of Azzam.

Azzam tilts his head to the right, “Mom asked Azzam why?” the two white eyeballs that were now flushed perfectly round like they were about to pounce on Laras. The face with forehead veins that almost came out approached the face of Laras who looked panicked. “What Mother does not feel together..” Azzam hung up his words, his left hand immediately drifted to Laras' right cheek, giving one a deep sweet me-tan.

Swwwiisshhh!!!!

“Akh! Azzam!” yelled Laras holding the right cheek with an incision wound. Barrel turned, “Tega you!”

“Tega!” Azzam holding down Laras left arm, “Tega Mom says!” azzam raised his tone.

“Release Mom, release Azzam!” pinta Laras, both hands and the whole body moved as if to break away from the grip of the hand of Azzam is so strong.

“More hearts Mother to Azzam!”

Jwb!!!

Azzam sailed a stick to the side of Laras, and pulled back the pi-sau.

“A-Azzam!” Barrel turned to the left abdomen, “Da-blood,” left hand immediately closed the stomach that was stuck. Laras lifted his head, tears slowly fell, the tightness of seeing his own son who could do cruel to him as if making his whole body become cold hot.

“What do I like about this game?” azzam asked, lips smiling sweetly staring at the face of Laras who looked slightly pale, sweaty corn, and tears that filled both of his tired eyes.

“Mom just wanted to say, I will never regret giving birth to a child like you. I also never regretted all the things you did to me. Mothers are failed parents. Forgive Mom,” lyrics Barrel with full in the chest. Barrel turned his body, his trembling right hand he slowly raised, wanting to gently caress Azzam's cheek. But the hand caress had to stop when Azzam again rained Laras with kitchen pis-au.

“Stop saying that, because I hate your pity so much, MOM!”

Jlub!!

Jlub!!

Jwb!!

“HA..ha..ha!” the tip of the tongue is stalling, poking the tip of the knife that is still covered in blood, “Svery sweet, like this apparently sweet da-rah taste from a failed mother,” said Azzam looking at pis-au in front of his eyes.

Laras body slowly shake, both hands filled with da-rah stalling, “Believe you with your deeds!” laras said slowly, the two eyelids slowly closed with the body collapsing to the floor.

Bruk!!

The clean marble floor had now turned into a pool of blood.

Not feeling sorry and guilty about his own actions. Azzam who was still affected under the drugs headed for Laras' safe cabinet. Azzam crouched down, his right hand still wearing gloves and clad in blood slowly unlocked the safe code. Both Azzam's eyes sparkled brightly when he saw some letters that had been labeled name on the brown map. The letter he was going to was neatly arranged on the top second shelf.

“Mother is really good,” Azzam took the map, put the map into the shirt, “I have to quickly get out of this house,” Azzam closed the safe again. The two reddened eyeballs looked around the room like they were looking for something. Azzam got up, he immediately left the small safe towards the dressing table. Azzam took a wet tissue. Not wanting to leave much trace, Azzam cleaned every touch he held, except the barrel body, because while in action he was wearing gloves.

Azzam sprinted quickly leaving the Barrel stiffly lying on the floor. Azzam kept running and ran out of the house of Laras. Both of Azzam's legs came to a halt as heavy rain and lightning struck the earth. Azzam glanced back, looking at the door of the house that he had closed tightly. A wet tissue to remove all traces he touched is now in both hands.

“I have to go right now, before my efforts become futile,” Azzam stepped his right foot down the porch of the house, the rain poured down the body and hands, and, as well as the clothes that were filled with blood slowly clean because in the rain quite heavy. Azzam kept running towards his car parked in the garage. Right hand holding the doorknob, both eyes glanced towards the back, “Goodbye my beloved mother,” Azzam said before getting into the car.

Azzam now drove his car quickly away from the residence of Laras house. Both eyes continue to look at the map containing what he wants now occupies the front steering seat, “Finally you are mine. Thank you my beloved mother.”

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✨POV Author✨

The envelope in Azzam is an envelope owned by Laras which was given by the late Deni before he died. The late Deni gave his property which was at the top of Bogor. The property is a Villa and plantation covering an area of approximately 100,000 hectares.

The reason Deni gave the treasure to Laras, the late Deni did not want to make Laras grieve without money in his old age, and did not want to make Laras a burden on his children.

✨POV END✨

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💫💫In Rabbani💫💫 workspace

Rabbani who just finished moving his business bookkeeping into Laptop, standing, “Finally ready too,” right hand closed Laptop.

Prangs!!

The large family picture frame he had hung behind his desk chair had fallen off.

“Why can it fall?” asked Rabbani himself, he immediately lowered his head, right hand took a picture frame of his family, “It turns out the hangers have started to rust, the pantes just fell,” said Rabbani trying to think positive.

Rabbani immediately cleaned the glass fragments of the frame, between tired and sleepy, at a glance the image of Laras who was sitting on the chair there was a red stain. Rabbani immediately rubbed his eyes, then looked back at the picture frame containing images of Rabbani, Azzam, Yusi, Laras and the late Deni before him, “I think what. It turns out that everything is just the effect of fatigue,” said Rabbani trying to melt his negative thoughts. Rabbani stands, a large picture frame with glass shards on it placed on his work table, “Tomorrow I will buy a better frame.”

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