Muslimah and Mr. Mafia
Chapter 11's

Muslimah walks side by side with Rere. He even clasped Rere's fingers. His eyes were wide staring at how majestic the entire mansion was. There are even some gold-clad ornaments. It is remarkable, beyond the grandeur of the palace depicted in the book of royal fairy tales.

"You've lived here seven years, Re?" Ask Muslimah.

"Yes, miss. When I first arrived at this mansion, the state of the mansion had not been this grand. But every year for six years, the mansion continues to be renovated until it ends as it is today. And since the last year, there's been no more renovations." Rere explained.

Their steps further down from the stairs to the last step and ended up on the second floor of the mansion. On the second floor, it was no less majestic than the top floor earlier. It's just that upstairs, there are only three rooms, the first room is the main room, the second room was a secret room that only Barnard knew what was in the room and the third room was a room where he would relax when he wanted to be alone.

While on the second floor, many rooms with different shades and doors.

"Is all the room a room for people who live here?" Ask Ima curious.

"No, miss. There is no bedroom on the second floor. The room with the golden black door at its edge, Mr. Barnard's office."

Ima nodded in admiration. "Then the room with the red door, what room is Re?"

"That's the room where Mr. Barnard gathers his men for meetings or for their missions."

Ima nodded again, then she looked left and right where there was another room with a thick green door that read strangely.

"The room is the room where each team head for a meeting with its members before a meeting with Mr. Barnard." Said Rere explaining.

Huhhhhh…

Muslims can only breathe. Everything he saw was just a dream, but it really felt real to say just a dream.

While in the middle of the room on the second floor there is a luxurious sofa sofa that is arranged neatly and comfortable to the eye. Of course, this room is a relaxing room when the mafia chatted casually when there was no mission they had to work on. Not to forget, there is a small room under the stairs, which is a mini bar and mini cafe that provides a menu of drinks and snacks light snacks for them.

Muslimah and Rere's footsteps began to descend the stairs again which would lead them to the ground floor of the mansion. And on the ground floor, there was no door-like room on the second floor. Here is just a spacious room with a sofa sofa right in the middle facing a fairly large television.

"Here, Mr. Barnard used to talk to his guests." Obviously Rere.

Then Rere asked Ima to step towards the back of the stairs. There is a dining table that is quite long with dozens of chairs. Not far from the table, in the back corner there is a spacious kitchen with super sophisticated cooking equipment and there are five four-door refrigerators there.

"So, you're not in charge of cooking?" I asked confused. Because the maid should be her job to cook and berberes the employer's house.

"The task of the maids is to do everything except cooking. Yes, we cleaned the mansion, kept the beauty of the mansion grounds and of course washed and ironed the clothes of everyone who lived in this mansion, including our own clothes. But, specifically for Mr. Barnard's clothes and to clean Mr. Barnard's room, just Madame Sinya."

"Madam Sinya?" Anniversary Ima who felt the name was strange to him.

"Yes, madam Sinya. Miss can't see him today, because madam Sinya is on leave to return home for four days and he will be back tomorrow." Rere explained in great detail about the entire contents of the mansion and the regulations in the mansion to Muslim women.

Instead of understanding, Muslimah even felt increasingly confused by what Rere explained just now to her.

After exposing the kitchen, Rere took Ima step to the other side under the stairs. There seems to be another hallway leading to the room bwah land.

"This is the hallway to the basement. And the lady can't get through this hall, if the lady doesn't want to lose her life." Rere explained while practicing as if the neck will be cut off if you dare to go through the hallway.

Ima hung in horror, she even shook her head as her mind began to imagine if she was in the law of beheading just for trying to pass through that passageway.

"Look at that door, lady. That reddish black door.." Point Rere towards the corner from the hallway to the basement.

"What other door is that, Re?"

"A door that cannot be opened at all. Because, if anyone dared to open the door without Mr. Barnard's permission, then it was certain he would never be able to get out of the room again in a state of breathing."

Ima was back in horror. He even clasped his own two shoulders with both hands. He started to feel hot cold creeps in fear.

"Are you not afraid, Re?" Ima asked with a slightly trembling tone of voice.

"Certainly afraid, miss. But, as long as you don't make mistakes and don't break the rules, then everything will be fine. So, if you still want to breathe like you do right now, then don't do anything and don't be curious about anything." Resolutely Rere warned on his sabahatnya who has now become his master.

"I'm scared, Re. I'm going home.. Can't you show me the way out of this mansion? You must know a way out of here.." Ima begged her best friend for help.

"I know miss and I can help the lady get out of this mansion. But, once the lady makes it out, then I will instantly lose my life. So, I also plead with you, miss, can you not think of a way to escape from here and please save my life as well, miss.." replacean Rere who lowered his head begged Ima who could only be silent to hear what Rere said and of course it made her even more frightened.