Loving the Mafia
At That Restaurant
Cazim entered a high-rise building, referred to as his Diatma office. Cazim knew the office exactly, he had handled a murder case in the office, which made him meet with Diatma and was recognized as a child.
Cazim wore a mask as he approached the security guard at the door. He was forced to wear a mask out of fear that anyone would recognize him as a fugitive and instead make his case complicated.
"Sorry, please open the mask and press the button on the side, sir!" The security guard pointed at the blue button.
Geez, it's so hard to get into this territory. Cazim previously entered wearing a uniform so as not to do a series of activities like that. Forced Cazim to lower the mask to his chin and attach the thumb to the designated button. The security guard then invited in.
Cazim breezed in while putting the mask back on his face. He deliberately went alone without taking Chesy with him. Early in the morning he left Fatih's house and rushed to the office, not even Chesy knew when he left the house.
"Excuse me, would like to meet Mr. Diatma. Is he in the office?" ask Cazim at the reception on duty. Actually not sure his business will succeed, Diatma is the owner of a large company that is certainly difficult to find. Not just anyone who can meet him. But this is what he's gonna try.
"Sir Diatma just walked in about three minutes ago" replied the receptionist. "What's the need, sir?"
"I want to meet him. Tell Cazim to see you now."
"Sorry, Sir. Not just anyone can meet him. I even had to make an appointment to meet him."
Cazim was eager to break the table. But there's no way he's doing that. It's as hard as this to meet Diatma. Why must it be diatma?
If only he mentioned his full name, aka the name known as the police, surely Diatma would immediately know him, but just the same he made the general public will know him and even report his whereabouts to the authorities.
"Can I have her phone number?" ask Cazim.
"No, Sir. I don't have his cell phone number."
"Alright, send him a message, that his son is waiting for him downstairs" Cazim said.
"I'm sorry, I can't give you this message. Better get a message here." The receptionist pulled a piece of paper out of the booklet and handed him a pen.
Cazim wrote a piece of the sentence on the paper.
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Cazim folded the paper and handed it to the receptionist. "Please tell Mr. Diatma. He knows me."
"good. Later I will leave it to the OB to bring it to the secretary Mr. Diatma," replied the receptionist.
Cazim then breezed away. He went straight to the restaurant where he made a deal with Diatma. He ordered Dutch eggplant juice. While waiting, Cazim fadly checked the incoming message. There is an incoming message notification from the wiretap, which is certainly the message goes to Chesy phone.
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'I did not think, it turns out that Cazim who had been recognized as an ustad was a criminal. He's mafia. You better let Cazim go, just separate from him.'
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Ah, goddamn. Jacob was playing with fire. Making Cazim's chest become hot burning jealous flames. Although Chesy was clearly his, he felt hot when his wife approached another man like this.
"It seems he needs to be taught a lesson! But how did he know about me?" Cazim wondered to himself.
Ah, it's fucked up that julid's people seem to be interfering in this case. The case could be controlled by netizens, and it would be difficult for him if the media and journalists were to interfere.
An hour or so Cazim waited, but no sign of Diatma appeared. It was already the two glasses of juice he had spent on that table. His stomach is also thick.
"Geez, what's that receptionist doing? Did my message not arrive? Ah, that's ridiculous. Look at me being such a fool. Shit!" Cazim swept a portion of the table surface with his arms irritated. Then he got up. Several people in police uniforms were already standing when he turned back.
"Good morning brother Azzam Cand Cazim! We brought an arrest warrant for you."
A pair of eyes watched the incident from afar.
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