Muslims Are Strong for the Mafia
1: Marriage And Other Women

The expanse of thick curtains that adorn a window is gradually drawn, leaving thin curtains that are also deliberately pushed aside, by a middle-aged woman who is gold-rich and also wears a matching colored hijab. The atmosphere outside is already bright, decorated with the morning sun that has been perfected, accompanying the hustle and bustle of the morning in the metropolitan city.

In a luxurious and spacious hotel room in a silent atmosphere, a pair of brightly glowing black eyes were pecking their appearance on the makeup mirror before him. She wears a full bridal outfit with a long matching veil that is white, with no significant makeup. Natural makeup he deliberately chose, in addition to a small crown that is still white on top of the crown and make the appearance is very sweet. Without any intention of bragging, the young woman admired the perfection of her likeness, so much that she was unceasingly grateful to the Creator, deep in her heart. Just now, he exchanged glances with the curtain-opening lady earlier. He did it while wearing a white veil.

“Mamah don't cry on dong. I want to get married, not go to war! Smile and be happy!” Azzura Pelangi Putri Kalandra, the bride who is so beautiful bride, looked at the sebala mama who even sobbed bitterly in front of the window and a moment ago, a few moments ago, the curtain and the window just opened.

Azzura scowled spoiled, hoping that from what he had done just now, the mamah pulled out of the grief.

Arum's mother, who was none other than Azzura, painstakingly wiped her tears using a tissue until she held it in both hands. For some reason, only this time he could not control the sadness. The sadness that gives birth to endless tightness and it feels really excruciating. As if, the only princess of his puppet was indeed going to go to war as Azzura had just conveyed in reprimanding his sorrow, just a moment ago.

Though everyone knows, Azzura became one of the luckiest women because it will be married by Cikho Putra Maheza—young businessman from the Maheza family. The family is also known as one of the most reside families of the country they live in.

“Beauty ...” The praise was not always thrown from the three Azzura brothers, nor Mr. Kalandra who is the Azzura papah. The four have just joined, compactly wearing a black suit, white shirt, and also a golden tie in harmony with the kebaya that perfects the appearance of Arum's mother.

Azzura who was still sitting in front of the makeup mirror at the hotel where they were staying, only blushed. The twenty-nine-year-old woman let papah as well as her three brothers, simultaneously embrace her from the side. Then, Arum's mother, who was still in front of the window, joined in, allowing their confidants to capture their togetherness through the camera viewfinder.

Nothing is different from being together now. Tears and the sense of the fishermen who were present, believed to be all part of happiness, from the family of the bride let alone the bride, who will release their favorite daughter from their family to sail the household ark.

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Azzura and Cikho's wedding took place without renouncing his solemnity. There is not the slightest hint of meaningful hindrance that colors a festive feast that lasts from morning to night. Everything seemed very happy even though the party they did also made them feel very tired. Including when the ijab kabul session is also still held at their hotel stay. Cikho who wears a white wedding suit in harmony with Azzura's wedding dress, pronounced kabul ijab firmly and loudly in one breath.

It's just that until the festive reception was over and Cikho also immediately brought Azzura to their dream home, Arum's mother felt, releasing Azzura into a wife, Azzura, it was no different from letting her daughter go to the battlefield.

On the other hand, Azzura felt, Cikho's happiness slowly pulled over as they were away from the hotel where they had their wedding, which was getting farther away. Azzura thought, the man who just officially married her was not willing to be away from their parents and family. But if so, why did Cikho immediately invite him back to their home?

“Darling, what's up? Is something bothering Mas?” azzura asked looking at the man next to her attentively. Just now, the man who was four years older than him turned his head, looking at him with a wry smile.

“Mas response is so, I became deg-degan. Anyway, why don't we stay at the hotel first so tomorrow, we can still have breakfast with our parents?” said Azzura who became devastated. I don't know, he suddenly felt, he was going to go to war.

“Everything is fine. There was really nothing to worry about, Cikho shrewd” without even a single glance at Azzura, even though his left hand had grabbed, tightly grasping his wife's right hand.

“Mas Cikho, his behavior is getting weird. The more here the more unconnected because he so often daydream. Actually, he has a problem what how?” azzura's mind grew more agitated due to his own thinking.

Azzura's heart became pounding faster, so on until finally Cikho stopped the pace of his luxury car in front of a three-story house and has a high gate of almost three meters which is also very sturdy.

Although for many years in a relationship and Azzura who lived in the village also often to Jakarta as the residence of Cikho, now became the first time Azzura saw at once come to the dream house that everyone knows, cikho deliberately prepared for Azzura. Just look, some kind of gate and also the door of the house, the hook handle is a pair of letters A and C. That's their initials.

A guard who was on guard immediately opened Cikho's car. After exiting, Cikho immediately opened the car door for Azzura who was already waiting for him. While the security guard rushed to open the garage and bring a large suitcase belonging to Azzura.

“Honey,” said Azzura ventured to embrace the friendly right arm Cikho using both hands. He stared intently at the face, especially the two eyes of the husband in the middle of the dim atmosphere that enveloped. The man continued to bring her into the house, then hurriedly locked the door after the security guard who delivered her suitcase, came out.

“Mas pain?” azzura continued worried because both her husband's eyes were red and wet typical tired eyes due to pain.

Cikho did not answer and immediately framed the friendly two sides of Azzura's face then locked Azzura's forehead with a kiss no less friendly. The kiss also lasted a long time.

“Mas has made a mistake?” lirih Azzura guessed because Cikho gelagat looks like a person who feels guilty. Never before has Cikho looked as heavy as he is now, even though for the past six months, Cikho has indeed become more reserved.

Cikho still did not reply and looked very confused, Azzura gradually shook his head. “Nothing. I have no problem even though we go straight home, we do not get to stay at the hotel so that we can get closer to our parents and even our families. It's Mas, I'm really nothing. So, Mas don't feel guilty so.” Azzura continued to convince, but the act even made Cikho who was just silent and his lips slowly shook, even covered in tears. The man held her very tightly.

The fact that Cikho's cheeks were soaked by tears, as well as the man who was up to as much as he pleased, became a bloodless wound for Azzura. Azzura's chest felt increasingly tight, it felt so unreasonable that Azzura's blood seemed to boil because his body was out of oxygen stock.

“Oh, you guys are home ..?”

The soft voice of a woman just now instantly distracted them. Azzura made sure of it and like her belief, it was indeed the voice of Rere, the woman that Azzura knew as Cikho's secretary. The woman who Azzura also considered as her own older sister because in addition to the age of Rere was the same age as Cikho and the two were also friends, their relationship was indeed as good as that.

Only, the fact Rere was wearing a black evening dress and it was very transparent, made Azzura glare in shock. It was not appropriate for Rere to look so free in his house and Cikho, no matter how close their relationship.

In addition, what makes Azzura no less confused, not only the intention of Rere's existence in his private house and Cikho, but also Cikho's response as if he would never look at Rere, other than ... rere's stomach looks tiny bloated like a pregnant woman about six months.

As Azzura knew, Rere was unmarried. While if Rere had gained weight and made the woman's stomach distended, .. should be distended because fat is not like that.

“Oppps ... sori, because this habit. Usually only Cikho comes here. I-I mean ..” said Rere was confused and trying to cover the bottom of his stomach and chest which certainly looks perfect.

Of course, what Rere had just said and it was a kind of reflex because the lapses had immediately made Azzura's chest ache as well as rumble.

One, two, and literally countless, .. clear details fell from both corners of Azzura's eyes.

Azzura froze, feeling that he was about to explode when Cikho had not explained anything.

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Part of the novel :

The Retaliation of a Wife Considered a Household Parasite (Novel of Azzura's parents)

Retaliation of the Killed Wife (My Husband Retains the Boss Wife!)—Novel Aleya's mother, Mr. Maheza, with Cikho's parents being friendly with Azzura's parents.

Talak On The First Night (Doubtful Chastity)—Novel mas Aidan her brother Azzura .