Muslimah and Mr. Mafia
Chapter 3

Urruuuuummm…

The godfather's black buggati voice broke the streets of the metropolis that night. Civilians saw the amazement of the most expensive luxury car and there are only 10 units in the world. They giggle at their owners who they think are one of the celebrities of the homeland or the son of a wealthy businessman. Unlike the civilians, the people of the black world, just stared fearfully when the black one had come out of his nest. Because, the beloved black godfather would only come out if there was a traitor that he had to kill his life.

"S I a l!"

Barnard tightened his molars. He could not wait to arrive at the base and shoot directly at the traitor's head.

"Ba ji ngan, how dare he play with me." The devil's grin was seen on his beautiful face.

Not so long ago, he finally arrived at the headquarters. His move was so confident and resolute towards the dungeon where the traitor was in brackets.

"Godfather!" Everyone bowed to him as he arrived at the headquarters.

However, the focus was not on them, but only on the middle-aged man kneeling in fear up ahead.

"Punish me, godfather. Give me one more chance." The middle-aged man begged for forgiveness.

"You know from the beginning I have made it clear that there is no mercy for a traitor, even if his betrayal is as small as a spinach seed."

Barnard. He dropped the collar of the middle-aged man's shirt so he could put his gun right on the traitor's head.

"Punished me..."

The devil's smile was again seen on Barnard's face. "There will be no second chance." His whisper.

Dooorr…

The hot tin was lodged in the middle-aged man's head. His body fell down lying on the cold floor with fresh blood rushing there.

Although Barnard still had a conscience, he was still a mobster. Don't forget about it. Mafia crime syndicates, murders, illegal drugs, illegal transactions, human trafficking and gambling are the main jobs of a mobster.

At the age of just three-headed, of course Barnard was used to murder like that. He felt nothing when he killed a traitor from the mafia. However, if it has dealt with civilians, then its humanitarian conscience will come out by itself.

After eliminating the traitor. He asks Don to follow him to a secret club where the mobsters are. People used to know the club as a striped male hawker house.

Meanwhile. At her home, the Muslimah had just finished praying isa, reading yaasin and sending prayers to her father and mother.

"Dad, mother.. Ima sleep first." He said as he stared at the portraits of his parents.

However, Ima had not had time to lay her body in the mattress. He heard the sound of his door opening.

"Uncle. Why come tonight like this?"

Ima wears her long sorong hijab and also ties her veil. Then he stepped out of his room.

"Uncle, what's wrong?"

"Pope. Look, son.." His uncle seemed confused to say what he meant.

"What's uncle?"

Huhhhhh…

"Look, Ima. You're coming with uncle now." The man immediately pulled the hand of the Muslim.

"Where are you going to take Ima?" The girl tried to rebel but could not.

"I'm sorry uncle, Ima. You'll know when we get there."

Muslimah put him in the car, in the back seat. Then in a hurry he drove his car racing on the metropolitan highway that night.

"Uncle, where are we going?"

Ima stopped asking. Until his uncle's car turned into the corner of the famous hawker house, making Ima feel afraid and worried.

"No. Uncle couldn't have taken me there. Uncle must be going somewhere else. This road can go many places." He thought well of his uncle.

However, Ima's good prejudices are wrong. His uncle really took him to the groom's house.

"Astaghfirullah, uncle why bring Ima to this place?"

The man did not answer. He got out of the car, then opened the back door to get Ima out of the car.

"I need a lot of money, Ima. I have to marry Milah." Honestly speaking.

"Uncle wants to sell Ima?" Guess he did not expect his uncle would sell it to be able to get money to marry his lover.

"I'm sorry Ima. This is the only way I can't lose Milah."

"No uncle. I don't want to!" Ima's screams hung tightly on the chair he was sitting on.

"Don't argue with Ima. You're an adult anyway. You'll also make a lot of money.." Uncle pulled Ima.

"No way!" Ima screamed hysterically.

Two strong men approached them. Ima thought the man would help her, in fact the man even dragged her forcibly into the house where the royal lela was.

"Passess! Uncle tolooong, don't do this to Ima.." She cried out in fear. Ima cried and screamed also thrashed thrashing trying to escape from the two sturdy men.

Someone approached the uncle by throwing a large bag of money at him. He smiled satisfied to get a considerable amount of money from selling his nephew.

"Uncle! Evil uncle…"

"Shut up!" Snapped by one of the men who managed to make Ima speechless.

Her body trembled, Imah held back her cries. In his heart he prayed for help from God. Sholawatpun always Ima chanted in his heart, hoping that he could be free from the people who tried to hurt him.

The small, fragile body continued to be forcibly pulled by the two men. Until finally arrived another man pulled Ima's hand firmly until his body separated from the two men's sturdy body.

"What the fuck.."

Two men wanted to curse. However, as soon as they looked at who was in front of them, they immediately lowered their heads at the man who was now clasping tightly onto Ima's wrist.

Ima took the opportunity to be able to escape from the man because he only grasped one hand of Ima with one hand as well. Ima tried to let go of the grip with her other hand. However, it cannot. The man's grip was too tight to even make Ima's wrist feel sore. But, Ima did not give up she continued to struggle to escape.

"Godfather!" Exclaimed a middle-aged woman with her mini dress and her thick make up, as well as red lips are typical of women at night.

"I want this girl."

Just that one short sentence that came out of the mouth of the mafia leader had made the middle-aged woman speechless unable to pucker.

"How much money did you spend buying it?"

"Ti-not many godfathers." The woman replied.

He actually paid five billion to his Muslim uncle. Quite a lot of it isn't. But, he would not say that much in the face of a mafia who could even buy an entire Asia with the wealth he had.

"I'll buy it with five times."

Ima was silent when she heard the man suddenly bid her with five times the amount of money that her uncle got a moment ago.

"Oh Allah, protect the servant.. Dad, mom.. Ima's afraid." His whisper in his heart. While her tears kept dripping until the veil was completely wet.