Men's Soleh Wealth System
52. The Weight of the First Day

Baron was caught unexpectedly by the boy he thought had suddenly become this powerful and powerful.

His eyeballs were spinning, it was still clear in his reflection of the pain Aziel had given him some time ago.

"Gee-oh ... What do you mean?"

Aziel smiled faintly. He stopped the fingers making sheet after sheet of money in the Baron's pocket, scattering out. "You can't fool me!"

The Baron's eyes widened and he shook in disbelief at what this teenage boy was doing to him. "Lu ... Who are you really?" The baron slowly retreated. He remembered some of the things he did when attacking his base. It is impossible for humans in general.

"Who do you think I am?" Aziel continued to step closer to Baron. "Are you always like this? Preaching something called trust?"

The baron retreated by itself. "Lu want what? Don't come any closer!"

"Actually you want to repent or not it's none of my business. However, if you ever see and feel how hot the flames of hell are, you will choose to never be born into this world!"

The baron continued to step back. There was a fear in his eyes. "Stop! Don't come any closer!"

"Now you must choose! I will not give you a second chance. If you have once tried to betray me, then get out of my sight!"

The baron kneeled cupped his hands together in front of his chest. He remembered where he had been beaten up by this magical boy. "Don't! Please give me another chance. I will share that money right now. I promise not to betray again." The baron picked up the money scattered from his pocket earlier.

Aziel stared coldly at the Baron who was picking up the money. The baron realized that and did not dare to look at Aziel. After successfully collecting all the money, Baron ran a ragged kocar out of the chicken shop earlier.

Aziel folded his hands watching the Baron getting further away. "Is he trustworthy?"

[Let's wait for the next news. ]

Aziel nodded for a moment and continued his work cleaning the stall.

About half an hour later, the members began to return to the stalls one by one with bright revelations and smiles on their lips.

Aziel had completed the cleaning process leaving the people dumbfounded at the different conditions they had left behind.

"It's all, Young Master cleaning it up?"

"Who do you think you are anymore? Can't you clean the rest of the crumbs after use?" As usual, Aziel put on her flat face.

Those guys bow their heads. "Sorry, Young Master. Hunts Azan Subuh, so we went straight to the mosque first. The plan is, we'll clear all this up after coming back."

Aziel let out a long breath. It controls emotions in relation to remembering being performing fasting. "Well, next time try to clean all the equipment that has been used so that later I do not bother cleaning it first before cooking the chickens that we will share with the community."

"Okay, Young Master," they bowed.

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By noon, members who could be trusted raised large bags of cut chicken meat. Their faces looked tired.

"Again, this is the first time I've fasted." Sweat had flooded his face.

"Gue hasn't fasted in a long time either. Long ago still wear a red white uniform because forced my father's mother. Duh, I'm starving." He glanced at the contents in the bag he was carrying.

"It seems, if this is the fried chicken that Young Master made, it could run out of one full bag in an instant."

[ How? It turns out that it is not easy to go to the obedience of a righteous man? This time you've given up? ]

'Whispering!'

Aziel continued to move her legs to go back to the chicken shop that felt so far away. They had to ride the angkot in order to reach that destination.

"Young Master, can I drink a little to quench my thirst?" ask Kano who is right behind him.

"You want to add to your sins? Are you ready to kick the creator into hell right now?"

"I'm no longer strong, Young Master. I promise to continue the fast after I drink," Kano said half-begged, greeted by a nod by the other members.

Aziel himself felt no power to fight thirst in the scorching heat this afternoon. However, when he remembered the heat of the door of hell, he shook his head quickly.

"If you're like a child like this, when will you make it through? You guys will keep this up every day. Remember that! You guys are already above forties all! The age of the people of Prophet Muhammad is none other than the age he died completing the mission on this earth."

"I, just a human being, am in charge of reminding us that we are not eternal beings created like angels and ibl1s. Unless you're made between one of the two."

"Angels are eternal and created to always keep their commandments. Heaven has become the promised place for them."

"But do you remember all the evil that was done? Closer to the promised Ibl1s being the eternal inhabitants of hell? Are you not grateful to be given the opportunity to repent of the past sins?"

The tattooed men looked as if they had tears in their eyes. "We can't go to hell, Young Master."

"We'll try to survive."

"We have to get through this first day."

All who join Aziel at this time promised to strengthen his heart to continue the first fast which was very painful 4.

Aziel smiled faintly at a car showroom right across the street.

"Come, it looks like we need a vehicle so it doesn't feel this bad anymore."

Everyone nodded their heads and crossed the entrance to the showroom. However, the people who were there looked frightened at the arrival of the men with the roar-faced each carrying a very large pouch.

"A-what's up? Why are you here?"

Among the crowd of roaring-faced men, appeared a young man who had a face without a d0sa.

"Sorry, we want to find the most comfortable vehicle that can travel many people. I'll buy three units at once!"

"You're not kidding me, boy!" said one of the men working there in a heavy voice.

"I'm not kidding, Om."

The man walked quickly closer to Aziel. "If you want to prank, not here!" The man shook Aziel's head.

Seeing their Young Master being treated so, the bags they had in their hands dropped onto the floor.

"What did you do to our Young Master?"

They rolled up the sleeves of clothes that had covered the tattoos. At this time it is clear that the tattoo made the employee retreat in fear.