Loving the Mafia
Fashionable Woman

“Pak Rt, my dad is inside?” ask Cazim.

“There.  Come, log in!”  Mr. RT took Cazim's step into the house.

There were already some people inside who looked busy.  

Why are houses so crowded?  

Cazim passed through the living room, entering another room.  His body froze on the spot as he looked at the figure that was stretched stiff on the floor, already covered in a shroud.  

“Your father died.  Seems like he hasn't been around since last night.”  Mr. Rt explained.  “We found out too late because he lived alone, so no one caught him early.  There was an employee of Mr. Fatih who came every morning as usual, he was the one who knew that your father was gone.”

Cazim's knee collapsed to the floor.  He raised his hand and opened the cloth on Fatih's face.  The face was paled, closed as if sleeping.

Cazim's face fell upon his father's folded arms.  He has not yet given any explanation to his father.  He had not yet given his father the understanding that he wanted to repent for all his crimes.  He has not yet given pride.  Precisely at the end of his father's age, he gave a bad impression that was brought to death.

His father's innumerable services, were even repaid with wounds.  Cazim broke Fatih's cold hand. Kiss the back of that hand.

“I'm sorry, dad!”  Cazim.  During this time he was not affected when sentenced to prison, nor did it matter even though he had to live life in detention.  But seeing his father die when he has not managed to give peace of soul, his heart is very chaotic.

“Propay yes!”  Mr. Rt stroked Cazim's shoulder briefly.

Hamdan who had just caught up in was staring pityfully.  

***

A few days after Fatih's death, Cazim asked a meatball employee who worked at Fatih's house to continue the work.  Cazim gave the employee confidence to manage the meatball business.

“I want to go, you take care of the house, take care of this job.  Assume this meatball trade is yours, then so do you keep it!” pinta Cazim on the officer.

The employee whose face was plain like a donut without a layer of sugar was happy. 

“Dan Alando will help you.  All coordination work only on Alando.”  Cazim patted the shoulder of Alando who was appointed as the leader.

“Ready!” the officer obeyed.

“Oh yes, you know my wife right?” cazim asked the young man, who was often called Narvel, he was an honest officer.  Chesy's mobile number could not be reached.  The woman may have changed her number.

“That's Mbak Chesy?”

“Iya.  Where's she?  Did he stay here as long as I left?”

“Follow yes.  After Mas Cazim was detained for several months, Chesy left this house, saying goodbye to her father and saying that he wanted to go home to his parents.”

“Good.  You can start working again.”  The officer went to the back.

Cazim's eyes were now fixed on Alando's eyes.  “Al, do you know where Chesy is?”

“Do not show your confused face, it makes me more dizzy. Yes already, I go.”

“Where, Bang?” ask Alando.

“Finding Chesy.”

Alando nodded.

Cazim stepped out.  Just stepping on the courtyard of the house, he saw a woman with a fashionable appearance walking towards him.

“Azzam!”

The name was called by a fifty-year-old woman but her face was much younger than her age.  Her hair is brown and the ends wear lighter hair paint.  The bag is expensive.

Cazim looked at the woman flatly.  He did not recognize the woman.  

“I'm Rebecca, your stepmom,” call that woman.

Cazim melengos left the woman.  Why does he spend time talking to women who have been a big influence on his father?  She was the woman who kept him away from his birth father.  Unfortunately, he could not have children.  And now busy looking for Cazim to be recognized as a child.  

During his life with Fatih, Cazim often talked about the woman, but never saw each other.

“Cazim, I want to talk to you!” becca shouted as she chased after Cazim's steps.  High heel shoes on his feet made it difficult to walk quickly.

Cazim continued walking until he reached the side of the road.  He's waiting for a taxi, or maybe an ojek.

“Cazim, go home to the rimah!” rebecca Pinta.

Cazim turned his eyes away without wanting to bully.

“Go home now!”

“What request is this?”  Cazim looked at the face of the woman claiming to be his stepmother.  “Hamdan has informed you that I am in custody, but the news may not reach Mr. Diatma.  You hid that news from him, hm?  You didn't do anything on purpose, did you?  All this time Mr. Diatma went back and forth to see me, asking me to come with him and stay with him, but when I needed his help, why didn't he come?  Of all that is you. You deliberately did not convey Hamdan's message to Mr. Diatma.”

“Cazim, you're mistaken.”

“Alright, if I'm wrong, then what's right?  Now answer my question, did you deliver Hamdan's message to Mr Diatma?”

“No.  I did not convey that message to your papa, but it is not without reason.”

“Good.  This is already the answer!”  

A taxi stopped in front.  Soon Cazim enters the taxi and leaves the fashionable woman calling him.

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