Muslimah and Mr. Mafia
Chapters 10

Don't want to be too drawn into thinking about what is currently happening to him. Ima finally rushed to take a shower, then changed clothes. After getting dressed neatly, he glanced at the figure on the electric clock that was stuck on the wall of the room. It was almost one o'clock in the afternoon.

"Alhamdulillah is already Zuhr." Mumbled.

Muslimah also directly perform prayer zuhur using mukena that bought Rere earlier. After the prayer, the Muslimah immediately opened the Qur'an and read the surah yaasin.

His tears wet his cheeks, to make his veil wet by the clear circle. The smile of his father every time he welcomed when he came home from work is still clearly visible in his memory.

Hhiikk…

"Dad, mother.. Oh God, please touch me. I miss my father and mother so much." murmured Ima in her tears.

Mother's soft voice when calling her, father's soft voice when giving advice, everything is still ringing in Ima's ears.

How could Ima be okay, while her two beloved parents had just been buried two days ago. Ima should be buried at this time to visit her parents. But, he was locked up in this place instead. The place Rere called the mansion. And even more strangely, Ima was locked up by a mob owner of this mansion.

Hearing the word mafia alone has made Ima scared. But, that fear he was tepis for a while. Because he is still in mourning.

Geck…

Geck…

Sound of knocking on the room door. Ima thought Rere was coming, so without removing his face and in a state of not wearing his veil, he immediately stepped towards the door.

"Good day, Miss Muslim." Say hello to the two women who opened the door. They are Hani and Qira.

Ima's disappointed face was clearly seen as soon as it was not Rere who came, but the two chefs who brought her lunch.

Seeing the face of the Muslimah made Hani and Qira fascinated. But, they quickly lowered their heads when they realized they had been presumptuously staring at their employer's face.

"We're bringing you lunch for Miss Muslimah."

They put the food on the same table as this morning. The lunch they brought was fried chicken butter, fried shrimp flour and did not miss the sambal as well as a plate full of rice.

After arranging the food, they immediately withdrew. But, before they actually left, Ima stopped them.

"May I look outside through the balcony?" Ask the doubting Muslim.

Qira and Hani look at each other for a while, then Hani steps closer to the glass door that leads to the balcony. Seeing that made Ima smile happily. He immediately stepped onto the balcony still wearing his face. Ima covered part of her face with the tip of her face, in place of a temporary veil.

"If miss is bored, Mr. Barnard also gives the lady permission to tour the mansion. But, it has to be with Rere or Osi's madam." Qira muttered explained.

They just got an order from their employer a few hours ago. Even Rere and Madam Osi did not know about the latest decree.

"Am I allowed out of this room?" Ask Ima who still does not fully believe.

The muslims smiled happily. He immediately pressed the red button on the remote that Rere had given him.

"Excuse me, miss." Surprise them by bowing their heads in salute to Muslim women.

"Thank you.." The Muslim bowed his head.

After the two men came out of his room, the Muslimah immediately opened his face leaving a navy and long hijab and inside. Then, he also re-wears his veil that was removed during prayer.

As he was about to step towards the door, his eyes unintentionally saw the food that had been neatly arranged on the table.

"I forgot, I haven't had lunch yet" he murmured.

Ima took off her veil. Then he sat down on the sofa that was in front of the table.

"Bismillah…"

Ima started eating that lunch. And his favorite is kale and fried shrimp flour. While the butter fried chicken was not touched at all. Because Ima does not like chicken very much.

While eating his lunch, Rere arrived after getting a call from Muslimah who several moments ago pressed the red button on the remote.

"Rere, have you eaten yet?" I asked, smiling at my best friend.

"Already, miss." Rere replied with a smile as well.

"Stop calling me that, Re."

"Can't, miss. Mr. Barnard will be angry."

Hearing that made Ima silent. He was extremely dislikeful when it came to discussing about that scary man.

"What did the lady call me?" Rere stood before the Muslimah.

"Mmh, can you accompany me around in this mansion. I feel stuffy here, Re. Memories of father and mother also continued to loom in my mind. I want to breathe some fresh air out there.." He explained his wish to his friend.

"Then finish the lunch, miss. After that I'll take the miss around the mansion." Said Rere.

"I hate you, Re. I don't like you calling me that."

"I'm sorry, miss. But, this is my job."

Ima stared inside Rere's two soft-looking eyes. Seeing that made Ima feel the distance between them more and more felt. Seven years ago, they were so close, often eating a plate together and drinking a glass together.