Muslims Are Strong for the Mafia
100: Life Paid for Life?

Azzura who was patting her face in front of the makeup mirror, reflexively smiled cheerfully as the husband entered the room. He looked at Excel through the reflection of the makeup mirror before him.

“Not sleeping?” azzura asked softly because all she knew, her husband had just met Akala in the room. Before we left, Excel said so.

Excel closed and locked the door while staring at Azzura. “Not yet, now it seems also not.” he gradually sat on the lips of their bed and indeed deliberately let Azzura have time to care as well as pamper himself, without interference.

“Mas, Would you like mascara?” asked Azzura did not want to chat let alone their togetherness was over, especially he was not sleepy.

“Hah? My face is bu*rik, huh?” excel reflexes are confused. Is his face really concerned until the wife intends to give him treatment?

“Ih, Mas. What needs only that kind of treatment? Which is fine is not wrong to be treated to be healthier.” Azzura immediately prepared the needs of his mask. Pour the mask that he will wear in a special bowl.

“Layaknya relationship, .. although fine does not mean the relationship does not need another touch,” said Azzura again. He was ready to put on his mask first. “Bentter, yes. I wear it first.”

Excel, which is the focus of paying attention to Azzura, has blushed immediately. He approached Azzura. He looked at his wife's face from a very close distance.

“Punya Mas later, I facial first. Don't think buri*k what. Let your face and mind not be too stressed. The effect is also good,” said Azzura who let his body hugged from the side by the husband.

“Actually Love thinks not really, the way that still maintains Akala and Helios at the same time, it will make their family good relations at stake?” thought Excel was closing the peace of her two eyes. Because through the embrace he did, besides he who also buried his head on Azzura's shoulder, he was trying to get calm. A habit that he has recently made therapy from the fatigue of life.

“Yang, ... if your brother can mate with a woman whose age is much older than them, how would you respond?” ask Excel without any significant changes. Both of his eyes were still peaceful.

“Ya nothing, her name is soul mate. Want to get a nine-child widow I'm okay,” Azzura reply with rest.

Azzura's reply, which was to discuss the widow of nine children, immediately disturbed Excel. Excel gradually opened his eyes and then looked at the wonder of the wife. “Kok widow son nine anyway, Yang. Granny dong!” she rebuked, but Azzura laughed.

“Astagfirullah my mouth. Gini, Mas. I included my parents not a marriage business. Kayak mas Aidan and Didi, if my parents were to date mas Aidan, would have been cut off with them. But the way they are different, everything is handed over to us who undergo. They just direct. Of course, if something happens later, they we as the undergoing can not blame any party.”

“So, if we are Aidan, Azzam, including Akala later until we can get a widow mate, or a soul mate that we consider unnatural, not reasonable, in the sense that she is not a girl and has responsibilities to her children, really not a problem. As long as my brother is responsible for his choice, insya Alloh it is the best. What else do I believe, as long as me and my family live this life well, later that comes back to us is also good.”

“Now I want to ask directly to Mas, I want to hear directly from Mas, ... Comfortable with the relationship we build?” Azzura who was still staring at Excel's face became holding back his laughter. “No way, I don't feel comfortable too, the proof is Mas nempel continue!”

Excel reflexes blushed as he tightened his grip. “Alli is very comfortable. Since marrying you, I feel that my life is much more organized, my life is more meaningful, more useful too!” he said, who then thanked him before finally his lips he let sit on the crown of Azzura. His wife was still laughing cheerfully.

“Turn to the discussion earlier well, .. if my brother can be widowed and even widowed to bear children. In essence, whoever their soul mate is, they are obliged to take responsibility. Even if their match child is not their child and they are not obliged to take responsibility, I make sure, my brother will remain responsible and treat the child as his child. Insya Alloh, my brother, my parents' children have not failed. They are really educated even though our way of learning is not a hard one.”

“Mamah Papah, including Mbah, they love examples of their daily interactions. And I believe, our kindness to others will also make us meet the best mate. No matter the background including the past, Insya Alloh those who are close let alone be our partner, are also people who want to learn to be a better human again.”

“Mas hold my word, if Didi can't change, if he stays so, he must be a match for mas Aidan. And mas Aidan will definitely get a much better replacement many times over. Far many times more patient than I even mamah. I believe the harvest is there anyway.” Azzura ended his words and indeed began to take care of him because the mask on his face had dried up.

However, did Azzura forget that her husband's past ever made him into a cold-blooded nuh*nuh? Because if the harvest stock does exist, will the life that Excel renggu*t also have to get a return of life as well? Imagine that, Excel was instantly scared. His body became limp, while his two eyes gradually dewy. And Excel purposely lowered his head, letting his tears slip unnoticed by his wife.

Unexpectedly, the discussion whose intention is to ensure the relationship between Akala and Love are adrift age difference, it makes Excel aware of its sins.

“Sharp paid lives? Whose life ..?” thought Excel was really messed up. Without saying goodbye, he deliberately went into the bathroom. He did so while looking down to hide his tears from Azzura.

“Mas, What do you want? Ready I want facial face Mas, yes,” soft Azzura who can no longer speak loudly because the black mask he wears is getting tighter and drier. Through the mirror before him, he watched the bathroom door remain closed. Excel does not respond and this is not usually the husband so.

Inside the bathroom, Excel looks like a dazed person. Excel fell silent in front of the sink and his tears continued to linger.

“If life is to be paid by life, .. yes Alloh, don't Azzura. Not the people we love! The servant promises to be a much better person. Servant will really come out of the dark circle that previously became a job as well as a source of sustenance Servant!” lirih Excel sniffles.

In memory Excel is now suddenly decorated with fresh blood scenes that immediately spurt after the bullet he fired hit the target. Or even, his celurits, daggers, knives, bombs, all his past abominations seemed to be a source of wounds for Excel himself.

Excel gets busy shaking, begging, and occasionally questioning.