Muslimah and Mr. Mafia
Chapter 15's

After the dawn prayer, the door of Ima's room was knocked by Don. He called Ima to take her as ordered by Barnard.

"Who!" Ima pura does not know.

"I'm Don, Miss Muslimah. Mr. Barnard ordered me to escort the lady to the grave of the lady's parents."

Ima expected it. He now looks worried.

"What should I do?" Her thought.

Ima was finally ready, not forgetting he brought an apple peeler knife that he put into his pocket.

CZECHLEKK

Ima finally opened the room door and found Don standing there while bowing his head to her a sign of respect.

"Miss is ready?" Ask Don gently.

"It." Answer Ima.

"Let's miss." Take Don.

Ima stepped behind Don. When his feet had stepped on the second floor, his eyes looked towards Barnard's working room which was still tightly closed. Then when they arrived downstairs, Ima's eyes turned towards the hallway to the basement, where the ruthless Mafia punished other humans.

Ima could only be horrified even as she tried to imagine what Barnard was doing in his basement.

"Please, miss."

Don opens the back door of the car and lets Ima in. After Ima entered he immediately drove the car to the city. Now this is the opportunity to see the streets they pass.

"Mansion in the middle of the forest? Is this still in Jakarta?" Think Ima.

His eyes stared out the tightly shut car window. And along the way there are only shady trees lined up neatly on the side of the path they pass.

"May I ask?" Ask the doubting Muslim.

"Please miss." Sahut Don's.

"Is the mansion standing in the middle of the forest?"

"Yes, madam. And no one can enter this forest to go to the mansion if they don't get permission from Mr. Barnard." Don explained.

"Cck. Until this forest is considered as his own." Rutuk Ima in his heart.

"This forest is the domain of lord Barnard. Not only this forest, but almost the entire forest in the Indonesian archipelago belongs to Mr. Barnard." Don continued to explain as if he had heard Ima's inner voice just now.

"Mr Barnard is that rich?" Ask Ima.

"Yes miss. It's even richer than you think. Not only occupied a part of the island of Indonesia, but Mr. Barnard controlled almost all of Asia."

Haahaaa

Haaaahha

The sound of laughter like laughter was made. Yes, not like but he deliberately laughed even though he did not want to laugh.

"Is there anything funny, miss?" Don asked confused because Ima suddenly laughed.

"Certainly funny, master's story is very funny. I was like listening to you read a novel about the biography of a mobster" replied Ima who still had difficulty believing people's talk about the wealth of the mobster Barnard Moore Lim.

"Miss still doesn't believe in Mr Barnard?"

"Of course I don't believe it. There are mafia in Indonesia. All I know is the mafia is hiding and just being in a region where there is no law. Yeah, like England there for example." He thinks rationally.

"You are right, miss. Before Mr. Barnard, in Indonesia there was no mafia. There is only a group of organizations selling human organs and also illegal drugs. Yes, they call themselves mobsters, but for Mr. Barnard they're just plain-ass thugs who like to corrupt the common people."

"Well, let's just say I believe Mr. Barnard is the strongest mob leader. Then, can you tell me, what is the reason I was detained in the mafia mansion?"

The question left Don unable to answer. Yeah, he's the only one who knows the reason why Ima was arrested in the mansion. Of course because of Barnard's guilt that accidentally caused both of Ima's parents to die. Wherever Don might say the real reason, could Barnard be furious.

"Why don't you answer sir?" Ask Ima.

"I'm sorry, miss. Only Mr. Barnard could answer that."

Don's increasing the speed of the car. And now there is no more conversation between the two of them. Din is focused on driving and Ima is focused on thinking of ways to thwart Barnard's evil plan to kill someone.

Don't finally feel the car parked in front of the fence where the public funeral where both parents Ima buried.

"We've arrived miss." Don opened the door for Muslim women.

Ima got down from the car, her eyes staring at the morning sunlight that she had not seen for a long time because she was confined to the mansion.

"I'll wait for the lady here. I hope the lady doesn't try to escape, because if that's what the lady did, then maybe Mr. Barnard would really punish the lady." Don warned me.

Ima just nodded, then she stepped towards the tomb of her father and mother.

"Asslamualaikum, father, mother. It's coming." Sapa Ima, then kissed their headstones in turn.

"Mrs is fine. Ima's healthy. Sorry that Ima rarely visits." Her speech.

Then Ima read the yaasin and continued with a prayer for her parents. After doing that, Ima returned to say goodbye to them.

However, as Ima's footsteps neared Don. He overhears Don talking to someone over the phone.

"You've brought that traitor to the mansion?"

Don looked solemnly speaking until he did not feel the presence of Ima.

"Miss Muslimah is still reciting prayers at her parents' grave. You take it easy, I won't bring him back to the mansion before the godfather completes his ritual." Sahut Don's.

Ima's body goosebumps hearing Don say about the ritual. Ima is getting scared. Until finally he thought of escaping the mumpung Don still did not look for him and realized his presence.

"I have to go to the police station. Yeah, I'm gonna ask the police for help." Think Ima.

The police station is not far from the cemetery.

Ima immediately ran as fast as possible away from Don who still did not realize that Ima had run away.

Ima continues to run, the faster he does not care about vehicles that start crowded on the road because it is the departure time for people to go to work or go to school.

BUUUGGGG

Ima fell by the side of the road. Someone approached him immediately. He's a man in uniform like a teacher.

"Can you wake up? Or should I help!" Exclaim the man.

Ima looked up, she recognized the man's voice and face. Ima got up with great difficulty.

"Sir Rangga!" Ima's cry that managed to make the man named Rangga was surprised.

"Lady? This is really you, Ima?" He stared fixedly at the two spheres of Ima's eyes that were currently watering. Ima cried while nodding.

"Oh Allah, Ima. You okay? I'm very worried, because you suddenly disappeared and your house was sold by om Joni." Rangga.

"Help me, please take me far away, I takuuuttt!!!" Said Ima trembling.

"Yes. I'll take you Ima. Come on, come with me."

Ima tailed behind Rangga to go to his motorcycle across the road there. And when he reached the motor, Rangga was immediately tancap gas carrying Ima away as far as Ima wanted.