Loving the Mafia
Big Secret
Cazim opened one of the doors of his rented room. His blue net was spinning around looking for something. Then he approached the closet and opened the door. His hand poked in pulling the neck of the shirt of someone curled up there.
"What did you do, hm?" His eyes stared intently at the man in front of him.
"Sorry Bang!" The man was a little patchy with curly hair down.
"You entered the house of Ustad Jonah? What are you doing there? Want to be rude to his son, hm?" Cazim's voice was flat, but his sharp gaze plus his decisiveness made the curls die of lice. Cazim's assertiveness makes the interlocutor will be broken.
"Alando, I'm talking to you!" Cazim flat.
The man, who goes by the name of Alando, looked down when he entered the bathroom of a mosque. He should not be in the ladies' room. The coughing sound of the girl in the next room made her startled, as well as feeling something rising because the cough was evocative in her. He realized it was a small mistake when the voices of other women were unpretentious in other rooms.
Intrigued by the sound in the next room, Alando peeked up and climbed up the sitting closet, and saw a girl washing her fine, white arms in tap water. The girl's sleeve was lifted up to the base of the arm, then the girl also washed her white legs, with the skirt unfolded up to the top of the thigh. After that, the girl who was none other than Chesy grabbed the headscarf she had hung and put on it, then came out the restroom.
Watching that, Alando felt a cold heat. He was very curious about Chesy, until his sense was lost and recklessly followed Chesy to enter the girl's room.
"I'm khilaf, Bang!" lirih Alando is sorry.
"Do you know who you are here? Do you also know what the reason is for us to be here?"
"Know, Bang."
"Then don't throw a tantrum. Your life could be hell if they find out the truth. Once again you're throwing a tantrum, you're done!" Cazim stepped out.
***
Byurr....
Water from the dipper doused Chesy's face. This is the second time.
"Wake up! Already since dawn, abi woke you up, why not wake up too? Look, the sun's up. You missed his dawn prayer. How long are you like this?" Jonah looked frustrated. "Radhan fasts that are abandoned for some reason can still be replaced at a later date, but the prayers left behind will have no chance and no reason to replace them."
"I'm coming again to the moon, Abi. So no praying." Chesy rubbed her wet face with a ngenes expression.
Jonah seemed guilty. But he treated his own guilt by saying, "You're a girl, Chesy. It is not good to wake up during the day. Pack up!" tell Jonah to his only princess.
"Ready, abi." Chesy jumped down from the king-size bed then grabbed the towel and went into the bathroom.
***
Chesy frying omelet for friends eat mpek mpek palembang. Chesy's habit is to eat with an omelet in any dish at the dinner table.
"Elaah, charred!" Chesy Manyun raised an omelet which she then placed onto the plate.
"Let's bibik a fried one, Non!" said Bi Parti, the housekeeper who came in the morning and came home at night.
"Ordinary old every fried egg must be burnt really, Bik. Just relax." Chesy had breakfast.
Bi Parti smiled and continued the work of washing dishes.
"Non chesy can't say anything. Boiled noodles aja must be her noodles lodrok aka mushy, fried omelet must be charred, cooked rice on magicom must be like porridge. Hihi ..." Darel chuckled, the man was eating in the corner of the kitchen greedily, sitting on a small plastic chair commonly used by Bi Parti to sit sweetly while weeding fish.
"He heee... Mang Darel could. The important thing is life, Mom. You can live a life of gratitude," always Chesy.
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