Muslimah and Mr. Mafia
Chapter 7's

Barnard's at the airport. He will fly to Thailand to take care of his business there of course. He is accompanied by Don and two others who were chosen to join him in this mission.

"How is Miss Muslimah, godfather?" don asked as the plane began to take off.

"He's still very scared. I purposely examined him saying it would make him the finisher of my biological desires."

"Meaning, you're not really going to make it a mesha…"

"Of course not, Don. She was the daughter of a victim who accidentally died because of my mission. I'll protect him like I promised his parents."

"Then, why did you bring her into the master room? I was never allowed to set foot in that room." Said Don expressing his jealousy.

"He was very obedient to his Lord. Look at the way he dresses. You know for yourself, in the mansion there are a lot of bodyguards hanging around. If he was placed in an ordinary room, it would be dangerous. He'll have trouble protecting himself." Barnard reveals why he took Muslim women to the main room.

"Whatever." Don thought as he turned his face away. "I think you like Barnard's girl." He murmured in his heart.

Suddenly Branard smiled, he remembered the funny incident this morning with Muslim women.

That smile made Don even more jealous. How not, only this time did he see the godfather smiling sweetly like that.

"You know Don, that girl is adorable. Like a cute kitten." I remember every funny moment this morning.

Yeah, only Barnard thought it was funny this morning. The Muslim almost fainted from fear. Nosy and annoying mafia shit.

Meanwhile, Muslim women are still in such a position. He doesn't know what to do and how. His eyes looked at the door that no one had opened.

Kkrruuukk…

"I'm hungry.." Ima held her stomach that felt rumbling even worms had shouted in it for food.

Ima had not even had dinner when her uncle took her forcibly for sale last night.

Ceklekk…

The door finally opened. The Muslim stood up and walked towards the door. But suddenly his steps came to a halt when he saw two women in chef uniforms enter the room.

"I'm sorry we're late for breakfast for you, Miss Muslimah."

The two chefs bowed before Ima. Of course it made Ima feel strange and even stranger because the two women knew her name.

"Who are you?" Ask the doubting Muslim.

"I'm Hani, the head chef specially cooked breakfast for Mr. Barnard."

The woman named Hani looks much older than Ima. But, her face was extremely beautiful with her narrow eyes. He looks like a Chinese.

Qira's face is very Indonesian, even he looks like a Javanese. From their faces, Ima guessed that Qira and Hani were the same age.

"Ja-don't look down on me that way." Ima protested, dislikeful as the two women continued to bow respectfully to him.

The two women did not issue orders from the lady they should serve and respect as their master had said.

Hani took a plate on which there was a piece of sandwich, and then on the other plate there was bread without jam, because other than it was in another small bowl bowl. All the food was placed on a table near the glass window.

Then, Qira also placed a glass of fresh apple juice and a glass of milk on the table as well.

"The hope is ready, miss. Enjoy it." Say them simultaneously by bowing their heads back to Muslimah.

"Thank you." Answer the Muslim who also bowed his head to the two of them.

Yes, although confused and feeling strange to be treated like this, at least Ima must thank two chefs who have kindly prepared breakfast for him.

"Excuse me, miss."

They stepped out of the room and did not forget to lock the door.

Ima stood still staring at the food on the table. His stomach was very hungry, but he did not dare to eat that food. Ima felt there might be poison in the food.

Kkrruuuukkk…

The sound of worms rumbling on Ima's stomach. His stomach was really rumbling. He's very hungry.

"All right, bismillah first.",

She sat on the sofa facing the table. He took some fresh bread and smeared it with chocolate jam. Though there is a strawberry jam and also his favorite serikaya. But, she preferred chocolate jam this time.

He ate the bread with great pleasure. Even Ima had already finished two slices of bread with chocolate jam, and a slice of sandwich. But his stomach was still hungry.

"Oh my God, why are you still hungry. It must be because I'm Indonesian. If I haven't eaten rice, my stomach won't be full."

Holding her stomach still feeling hungry, Ima stepped towards the glass door to head to the balcony. He wanted to see things outside. Unfortunately, the glass door was locked.

Huhhhhh…

"I'm locked up in this place. Father, mother. Ima misses you." His mind stared far away looking out through that thick glass. All he could see was a stretch of forest and mountains with very shady trees.

"Where am I? What place is this.." He thought back to feeling scared when he realized that he might no longer be in Jakarta. Jakarta is a busy and busy city. However, from here Ima did not hear the sound of vehicles at all and did not see the towering building. All he could catch was a stretch of dense forest.