For the Sake of Heart
story 5

Dor...Dor..

There were a few shots. After one bullet killed one young man. And the others escaped.

"Sttts... We've got the money. If we go back to Kamalia. It's the same as suicide. We have to get out of here" said the first survivor.

The second youth of the mangosteen mangosteen sign agreed. "We need to get a passport. Anyone who receives a laptop is better not to be caught. May he always succeed" said the second young man.

"Yes I agree. Enough money to make a passport and we work abroad" said the third youth.

Congratulating

The three men escaped from Pakistan. Today their departure abroad to complain of fate and save themselves.

Elsewhere, Mr. Jamal is very angry. It turns out that in Kamalia his business was uncovered. And the police began to arrest one by one Mr. Jamal's accomplices.

Akram smiled at the news that Mr. Jamal was beginning to be suspected. Because he did not take responsibility for the crimes he committed.

At the residence of Mr. Jamal.

Yes Ali....

Yes Ali....

The sound of shouting at Ali Husain rumbled. It turns out that Mr. Jamal is a Shiite priest. Who have precepts of Shia worship are also various crimes. Prayer to deceive the people. Frequently split food.

"How did you get it?" ask Mr. Jamal's confidant.

"Yet but surely will be found out. Three delivery codes are still in place. And we must not be fooled again. If we can take over," said Mr. Jamal's confidant gave the code to his friend.

"You mean?" ask his best friend.

"We killed Mr. Jamal" he said for sure.

Smile back to her friend.

The audience still cheered..

Yes Ali...

Yes Ali..

Yes Husain...

Yes Husain....

Then Mr. Jamal began to make a speech. In front of the Shiite congregation. All khusuk hear.

"The audience. I am your Imam. We will not allow our pride to be stepped on, ", said Mr. Jamal.

Then spontaneously welcomed his worship.

Yes Ali.....

Yes Ali....

Mr. Jamal raised his hand to signal, then all was silent. Silent waiting for what to tell.

"We will make the funeral in Kamalia a holy Dibar. And we're going to feed the poor" Jamal said.

Arrived the trustee of Mr. Jamal brought a box. Looking towards jamal. Then nod. And Mr. Jamal signaled for immediate sharing.

"Everything lined up neatly" said Mr Jamal's confidant.

"For me."

"Me too" shouted the other.

And there was a riot fighting over the division of the box. Seeing that all the Jamal masters were satisfied and smiled. Arrive arrived.....

Dor..... One shot hit Mr Jamal's head. Instantly all was silent.

Bruks..... Once hempas . Mr. Jamal lay lifeless.

"Our father was killed" cried Jamal's accomplice.

There was a riot at Mr. Jamal's residence. And of course everything was planned. For the ambition of a power is commonplace stabbing each other.

The spontaneous incident nobody knows who did it. Mr. Jamal's family is only his mother and wife who look sad. His son is invisible.

According to Mr. Jamal's plan to be buried in a sunni cemetery. And that was continued by Mr. Jamal's own accomplices. Because they want to make Mr. Jamal's death a revenge.

"Our father was killed. What is our Imam's fault? And we will realize his wishes. To be buried here" said Jamal's accomplice.

Even if many people disagree. But those followers of Mr. Jamal still insist, must be buried there. And will be made Dirbar in building a special building.

*****

It's been a week since Mr. Jamal's death. But in the house of the deceased is still busy with Shiite tradition. Lamenting, weeping, the death of their Imam. And certainly do not forget to entertain the audience with food.

Mr. Jamal's successor is Mr. Kazem. Which Mr. Kazem is a trusted accomplice of Mr. Jamal. And the one who killed Mr. Jamal.

"Mr Kazem. This is a call from Busra's aunt. He will come from England" said Mr Kazem's aide.

Mr. Kazem signaled for the call to be handed over. "Assalamualaikum Busra aunty" said Mr. Kazem.

"I'll come today. Please pick me up at lahore" said Busra, the aunt of the late Jamal's only son.

"All right," replied Mr. Kazem.

Mr. Kazem ordered his men to be ready to pick up Busra's aunt. " Hurry and provide the car. I'll pick up Busra aunty," ordered Mr. Kazem.

"Okay sir" answered Kazem's maid.

The car drove to the airport. Pick up the deceased's daughter. Arriving at the airport and heading for the passenger pick-up spot, Kazem waved to Busra. Busra looked back at the wave.

"Welcome to Busra's aunt" said Mr. Kazem respectfully.

"Thank you" said Busra coldly.

"We're coming home. I want to see my mother" said Busra

With the signal set up Kazem told his maid. On the way home Busra was silent. His father's sudden death left him in shock. But he kept trying hard.

Arrive arrived.... Busra. "This is not the way to the house. Where are you taking me?" busra asked suspiciously.

"You will take us to the inn" said Kazem's maid. Kazem smiled at what he was going to do with Busra.

"What?????? Just stop!! Otherwise I will scream" threatened Busra.

"Hahaha," please say.

"Your ass" said Busra, trying to get out of the car. Then his mouth arrived at bekap with a cloth that had been drugged.

"Quick finish. Take a picture of her. Then save it in some memory. If it is lost there can be a mistress" ordered Mr. Kazem.

It turns out that to master Jamal's treasure, not just kill but must master Busra.

After they finished taking vulgar photos of Busra, they brought Busra back to his parents' house. Once at his parents' house, Kazem reasoned that Busra had fainted because he was devastated by his father's death.

The Busra family believes it. Because all this time Kazem trusts Mr. Jamal.

"Ahkkp... Ouch... My head is dizzy" said Busra. While looking around. He knew he was in his room now. At his parents' house. Arrived the door was opened.

"Son! You're awake" said Busra's mother.

"Mother what happened?" ask Busra.

"You fainted, boy! And long ago," said his mother.

"Who brought me here?" ask Busra.

"I." Kazem was already in Busra's room. With a wicked look full of deception.

"You?" ask Busra.

"Why? Now you're at your house" said Kazem cynically.

"Son! What the hell's going on? Why are you scared?" ask Busra's mother

"Some are calling outside anti," Kazem cut. Because Kazem doesn't want Busra to tell stories.

"Oh well, you're saying goodbye, son" said Busra's mother.

With a cruel look Busra could feel that Kazem was hiding something. And that's how he's felt since he first met at the airport.

"I hope you don't cause trouble. Otherwise I'll share a photo of you" Kazem threatened Busra.

"Why are you doing this to me? Aren't you my father's confidant?" asked Busra not budging. And kept staring at Kazem.

"Maybe you don't know! All this time your father's been committing crimes. And now he got his karma" Kazem replied lightly.

"The devil is you" said Busra, trying to slap Kazem. Kazem held Busra's hand. And twisting Busra in pain.

"Remember, don't be like that. You're just a cheap woman," hardik Kazem. While pushing Busra's body. And the woman was stunned to hold back the grief. Just lived in his father's house. And now betrayed his father's accomplice.

*******

Akram is taking the water filter in the usual place. Then someone patted his shoulder.

"Hey what else?" asked the man no other than Mr. Kazem.

"Ngagetin aja," grumbled Akram.

"Don't get mad. Just kidding," said the man.

Akram is still upset. Suddenly he heard the man whispering. "Today we know the place. Everything has to be on time. Before the cream again funds there," said another whispered.

Apparently they deliberately fished Akram. But Akram pura did not care. Akram is leaving. While giving each other the codes of the two men earlier.

"Oh you guys remember I'm gonna be stuck. Please keep following me will not be trapped" murmured Akram in heart.

Somewhere else. There was a huge uproar with donations from the rich in large numbers. But it's not from Akram's code. It was a trap.

"Find her. Must be around here somewhere. All the evidence points to this area. Means it's here" said Mr. Kazem annoyed.

"Why are you slow, fast! Quickly check the entire Bank or remittance place. I want the money back" snapped Busra.

Busra follows Kazem's game. To find a way to be free. And escaped from Kazem's grasp.

All experts have been deployed. Signs indicate schools, hospitals, slums.

"Well, see you" said one computer expert.

"Where?" ask Kazem.

"But.." said the expert hesitated.

"Where?" kazem was impatient.

"Master didn't Busra's aunt go to the salon last night. And there is a dozen crore money," he said again.

"Quick! Follow me. Everyone take a car to the salon" Kazem ordered.

I saw from a distance the car was moving. Smiling, the teenager changed tactics. And ...

Clique..... Clik.... You're successful. Money has been sent. Spread out at some point. Please delete each transaction. Thanks though.

Arrive at the destination salon. Mr. Kazem met a young man. And suddenly he was surprised no other than not his own maid.

"Tu... Signore. I'm sorry, sa. I'm careless. I should have easily caught the culprit. Tu's.. Sir," said the maid, Mr. Kazem was frightened.

"You must accept the risk" said Mr. Kazem.

"But the master was precisely Busra's aunt who asked me here. And before I got here it was empty" said the man terrified.

"What??? There's no way that woman knows!