Loving the Mafia
Bickering
Chesy resigned to feel his butt pain due to crashing in the hard chair. He realized that he was wrong because he had entered the room without permission. But the name of the detective does not need to ask permission to the perpetrator to conduct an investigation. If he asks permission first, it's the same as not getting any evidence.
Let's just say he's a detective. He was looking into a lot of things about Cazim to gather evidence.
"Hey little cockroach, you really want to know about me, hm? What made you know about me?" Cazim walked forward, drew closer to Chesy, bowed his dashing torso to make Chesy pull back to avoid. And he stopped moving as his back bent the backrest of the chair.
Cazim's face was very close in front of Chesy, both hands of the man treading on the table. Cazim's gaze pierced sharply. The eyes were like eagle eyes ready to pounce on prey.
"There's no need to ask me what makes me want to know about you. The reason was obvious" replied Chesy. "You claim to be an ustad, help abi teach children to teach, become a muezzin, become a preacher, even become an imam of the mosque. But you are not an ustad. You deserve better as a thug. I don't want people to go astray because of you."
Brak!
Cazim patted the table hard. Makes Chesy's body tiptoe in shock. His heart beat while his mind curses annoyed.
"I'm not a good man, I'm a sinner and more despicable than mud. But I won't mislead other humans because I'm not the devil. Even if I go to hell, I won't let anyone follow my path. And another one, as long as you know, I never asked to be called Ustad. I would never have been a njai teacher, a preacher, a muezzin or a mosque imam if not at the behest of your brother" said Cazim.
"If you don't mean to be a hypocritical two-faced man, then why don't you just appear normal like everyone else. Why should look like a pious person who finally everyone thinks that you deserve to be called a justad considering the knowledge you know about religion is also good. Why cover up the real thing."
"The clothes sold in the market there are not only devoted to pious people. Anyone can wear it. And I never expected to be considered pious just by wearing clothes like this." Cazim jerked the shirt on his chest hard. "Same as hijab, alim or not alim, Muslim women are required to wear hijab. So do not associate the appearance with the character of someone. It has absolutely nothing to do with it."
"I am a criminal, a great sinner. You want to hear that from me, right? Now you've heard, so what else do you want to know now from me?" Cazim looks furious.
"I just want my brother not to be swayed by your sweet attitude and think of you as an angel. Because in reality you are just the opposite."
"It's up to you to judge me. I never asked to be judged well by anyone. Even if your brother judges me good, it means that I do look better in his eyes, unlike you who are even viewed as bad by him when you are his biological child. Even every word that comes out of your mouth is never trusted by him. Now you can judge, right? Who could do more good?"
"Fake kindness? At least I'm not a two-faced hypocritical man who only seeks value in the eyes of men to cover up my rottenness." Chesy pushed Cazim's chest and bellowed leaving the chair about to leave.
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