Muslimah and Mr. Mafia
Chapter 6's

Barnard went back to his room. She found a Muslim woman sitting in the corner of her room between the walls of the room with the glass doors of the room and the balcony. He looked frightened, like a kitten who was still afraid of his master for being newly picked up.

"Sir, please don't touch me. I will do anything to serve master, so the maid is even much better for me, as long as don't touch me." Muslim women begin negotiations with Asia's most powerful mafia leaders.

"Unfortunately I bought you to serve my biological needs, Muslimah."

Barnard stepped closer and closer to the Muslimah, making him even more frightened.

"Ja-don't sir. I beg.." Muslim women to prostrate while crying sobbing.

"Then what should I do? I spent tens of billions buying you. And you don't want me to touch!" Hardik Barnard scares Ima.

"Really sir, my Lord would hate me so much if I let you touch me without marriage."

A grin was seen on Barnard's face. He did not like to hear Muslim women begin to bring God into their conversation.

"That's easy, Muslimah. Now I can marry you and you are mine in the eyes of your Lord."

Barnard is not really serious, he deliberately wants to scare the nakuti Muslimah. Of course he understands a little about the beliefs held by Muslims.

"In my belief, you can't marry me."

"Why?"

"Because our Lord is different, sir." Muslim women are doubtful.

Although Muslim women see clearly the gold necklace pendant that Barnard wears is a sign of the cross, but Barnard may not be a non-Muslim. It makes the Muslim feel a little guilty.

Barnard's eyes shook as the Muslimah said that. Somehow hearing that made him feel that something was stirring in his heart and mind.

"I don't care. I'll keep touching you, be it now or someday, you'll just be touched by me, Muslimah."

After confirming that, Barnard went into the room where he changed clothes and all his clothes were neatly arranged in the glass-walled closet.

Muslimah, speechless in despair while hugging her knees. Her tears were unceasingly dripping. He's very scared right now.

"I beg you sir. pity me. Please don't touch me." He spoke in a cry with a voice and his whole body trembled in fear.

"Absounding. You really look like Nini, my favorite cat." Thought Barnard with a smile grinning at the state of Muslimah.

Slowly Barnard's hand touched Ima's shoulder gently. "I won't touch you, as long as you don't try to escape from this house." Said Barnard, then he touched the top of Ima's head which of course was covered in her hijab.

Barnard only touched her for a little while gently, like touching the head of a scared, spiky child. After that, Barnard left Ima alone in the room with mixed feelings in his heart and mind.

"Oh Allah, what will happen to me." murmured Ima in his sorrow and fear.

"Dad, mother.. Ima can't come today to see you. Ima was confined to this foreign place alone. Ima's afraid." He whispered as if he were talking to his parents.

Ima remembered, at least read yaasin to both father and his mother. Today is only the second day after they are buried.

His gaze was poking around trying to find something that would definitely not be in that room. Ima is looking for the whereabouts of her cell phone. He remembers following his uncle last night that flat object he brought. But, after that he no longer remembers where his phone is.

Ima started to stand up, she stepped slowly towards the table beside the bed. His eyes saw a tablet there. Without a second thought Ima took the tablet and tried to turn it on.

(Please enter your password!)

That's what's on the tablet screen.

Ima put the tablet back with a disappointed look. Ima had hoped to open a Quranic application there to read the Surah Yaasin.

"I'm sorry, dad. Forgive Ima mother. You always ask Ima to memorize the Surah yaasin, but Ima does not really mean it. Forgive Ima."

Regrets always come too late. Ima regretted not listening to the nagging father and mother who repeatedly asked him to memorize Surah Yaasin. Ima memorized half of it. As a result, today Ima really reaped what he planted so far.

Ima's tears came back. He felt himself very despicable before God. Because of his arrogance, he could not read surah yaasin to his parents without a sheet of paper bearing the letters arabic.

"Astaghfirullah, astaghfirullah.." Ima wept in shame before God, because she could not read the Surah without her book at all.