Loving the Mafia
Piqued
"The sinner thinks is this God's warning that he should repent immediately? The thought actually always comes when disaster strikes him, but it is always brushed aside by him. He then left the body of his son. While he was resting, suddenly a group of royal troops flashed by. They're looking for a killer. As soon as they saw him holding a blood-stained bow, they caught him thinking he was a fugitive. Both his hands and feet were cut off.
This last tragedy convinced him to repent. With both feet and stumped hands, he went to Abraham and asked if if he had repented now, would God still have accepted his repentance? Then God revealed that throughout the life of the sinner, God always loved him. The various tragedies that befall him are a form of God's love. His treasure was taken because he never gave alms. His son and wife were taken because they had never been religious educated. His hands and feet were taken because they were always used for prostitution.
All that God has taken is now waiting, as long as he is not too late to repent. Abraham said that the door of God's repentance is always open, as long as it is not too late. Even the sinners cry. He took up repentance, and for a moment he died in Abraham's lap."
Chesy looked into Cazim's blue eyes. "The story is a lot of wisdom. But what can I take for moral correction?"
"It is far greater than just moral affairs, the great sinner seems to be able to fix his life for a belief that repentance must be. Do you think after hearing that story, your heart is not interested in getting better? Even if you want to change your habits." Cazim lowered his feet to the floor.
Chesy just looked into those blue eyes without answering anything. His tongue felt stiff to speak to that annoying blue eye. Even in this state of exchanging glances, it felt like Chesy was being stung from a distance until her blood so sighed violently. Quickly he turned his eyes. The net goes to the fry. His hand was about to take the yam.
Plaque!
Chesy's hand was patted until the yam that had been reached by his hand fell back onto the plate.
Chesy raised her face and looked resentfully at Cazim. Teeth fattening.
"This is called adab. Hostage adab is not taking the food of the homeowner carelessly, what else the homeowner has not invited. It could be illegal if it's not allowed because it's like a thief."
Sightsaw... This one man is overdue! Huuuha... It feels like I want to make a mockery of Cazim's face. Could hang it if this is how.
"Go back to wash the dishes!" decah Cazim.
"Loh, I'm here to learn yes, not to be a maid."
"Hey, you can't use me."
"From the beginning you knew I was using you, didn't you?"
"What do you want now?" pissed Chesy.
"You don't want your brother to hear that you're not obeying your teacher, do you? then quickly do your teacher's orders!"
"It doesn't really make sense!" Chesy stepped into the kitchen with a fierce expression.
It's very desirable for Chesy to scratch Cazim's face. But be patient, Chesy. Be patient! Everything will be beautiful in time. The man will get a proper reply.
Chesy stared at the pile of dishes in the basin. So many? Aren't they just the two of them? Why can dirty dishes be up to eight pieces like this? How long do they not wash the dishes? Cazim really fucked Chesy.
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