Muslims Are Strong for the Mafia
107: Through Wounds

Mr. Maheza let alone Aleya's mother, sniffled before Azzura. Aleya's mother who became difficult to say, desperately hugged Azzura. The longer embrace gets tighter.

However, for Aleya's mother, Azzura remains her ideal son-in-law, the best daughter-in-law, even if that is not possible.

“B-b-happy .. b-happy always, yes!” said Aleya's mother who indeed had to end their togetherness because Azzura had to be a queen at her wedding reception.

Mr. Maheza and his wife managed to steal the attention of everyone. Moreover, the crying also helped make Azzura also sniffled. Only Haji Ojan did not care after the man caught Divani.

“Siiit .. sssiiiit. Didi mai ladi!” whispered Mr. Haji Ojan deliberately memo*da Divani.

Divani who is still holding mas Aidan immediately looked annoyed Pak Haji Ojan. “I plug your eyes if you're anything!” his whispers were snickering at Haji Ojan.

Pak Haji Ojan still responded casually. “Mortgage how? I'm just one kind. Created only for you!”

Azzam who initially cried because he was carried away by the atmosphere of the meeting of Mr. Maheza and Aleya's mother with Azzura, reflexes ngakak. Azzam deliberately approached Haji Ojan. “Didi so dear to you, Jan!”

“Oh sure! The proof, he asked me not to mess around. She wants me to just be made for her and make her mai lidi!” said Haji Ojan sir who hastily corrected his words. “Lidi what ladi, anyway, Zam?”

“Lidi ... lidi! Let me make nyapu!” sure Azzam was whispering but giggling.

“Azzam!” sebal Divani is still whispering. Inexhaustible thought by him, why Azzam even deliberately support Pak Haji Ojan.

“But yeah, In. If you were my wife, you would never have gone. I'll be the one who turns up. You just sit syantik, I'm your liminatin, keep going into the bangk-e, paste it into the wall. Bye, eternal forever!” sure Mr. Haji Ojan is still whispering.

Azzam came back crying despite the different reasons. Because when he was crying because he was filled to see the togetherness of Azzura with former in-laws, now the reason Azzam laughed because of the shock of Pak Haji Ojan who will put Divani to the bench, after before until diliminatin.

“Mas, si Ojan ..!” divani Whine.

Mas Aidan who still shed tears due to togetherness in front of him, actually led Pak Haji Ojan to stand next to Divani. Making Divani more agitated so his vegetation to Pak Haji Ojan. Another with Pak Haji Ojan who is more excited, no less excited than Azzam and seems to be the only witness Pak Haji Ojan in memo*da Divani.

Azzura and Excel wedding reception was attended by a thousand invitations. Of all the invitations, most were from the Azzura family. Be it from the parents, mas Aidan party, also friends Azzura who is a midwife.

Almost everyone is happy. Especially when Pak Haji Ojan took the stage to donate the Holy Promise song and it was addressed to Divani. Agenda if Divani wants to be the wife of Pak Haji Ojan and will be eliminated and then put in the bench-e also successfully shuffle the stomach of the audience there.

“Rujak ...,” says Excel has no power to hide his happiness.

Azzura's sisters are very good and caring especially Akala. Together with Azzam, Akala often sent Excel and Azzura various foods and drinks from the buffet.

“This was. Rujak same ice mix enough!” word Excel excited. Can't wait to eat a bowl of shaved rujak and also one bowl of ice fruit. Another with Azzura who is ready to eat meatballs that have been accompanied by one glass of orange ice.

“If you are tired, let me be the same Akala who changed you to be a bride. Deck, we're sitting here guest salute. Let Mas Excel and Mbak Azzura rest!” azzam's proposal, but it made the two brides in front of him giggle. Another with Akala who just sorted.

“You guys have rest. Another hour the show's in order, right?” said Azzura softly. Occasionally, he who has eaten meatballs, also keep staring at his interlocutor.

“Iya anyway .. Yes, I want to persuade Ojan let him want to sing again so that the atmosphere is more rame. You see, than the artist, Ojan more make a scene!” azzam.

“If I thought that Ojan mas looks like Mas Dodit who is a stand-up handyman. What stand up, anyway?” excel is confused on its own.

“Ciee, my husband knows the artist!” ledek Azzura while still enjoying his bowl of meatballs.

Azzam and Akala immediately laughed at Azzura.

“Asli Yang, know. Because I became a bodyguard for a rich man show, mas Dodit who became one of the fillers of the show. Yes funny plain look like mas Ojan!” reply Excel.

“Mas Excel, the Ojan is not plain. People are basically dumbfounded! Amit-amit y'all, from earlier ngetawain him, afraid fitting out similar!” reply Azzam and again make their togetherness tinged with laughter.

“Ya already, Ma'am. We're pampering. Want to persuade Ojan to drop the song again!” azzam was excited. The least jailer can do without laughter.

“Once again thank you very much well, Mas Azzam, Akala!” excel still spends his spirit.

“Iya, later the envelope do not forget well, Mas Excel. Anyway, make me obligated envelope that contains obesity!” azzam replied with a meaningful smile to the husband of his twin.

Hearing that, Azzura reflexively screamed in her laughter. Others with Excel that though laugh but do not sound, in addition to Excel that becomes visible limp.

“Where, Mas? It seems like by now, Mas is already used to the appetite of the people here. Savory, spicy, salty, sweet,” said Azzura who had just fed her husband meatballs.

Excel nodded while continuing to chew, enjoying the meatballs following the sauce in his mouth. “But the spicy level here is actually above average anyway. Very spicy!” he said and his wife responded with a smile.

When Excel and Azzura turned to their left right, there were still their parents. On the right is the Azzura party, containing both Azzura's parents and grandfather. While next to Excel is only inhabited by Mira and Elena's mother. However, it is not just Excel that is happy. His mother and sister also said they were very happy.

“Alloh love me this much happiness. Bismilah, I'll be even better. I'll keep all these messages!” inner Excel gradually rubbed Azzura's stomach using the right hand. However, so happy and unfortunately he was on their first fetus, witnessed all the eyes there, he squatted in front of Azzura then buried his face in the stomach of the wife.

“Now I know, through the wounds of Allah trying to make me and his other people, much more appreciative. Alloh wants to raise my degree so that I introspect, so that I become a better person again. Because after I became a better person again, slowly but surely Alloh began to love me happy. Real happiness feels great with the right person at the right time! Evidently, if I was still with mas Cikho even I was silent as a second wife, not necessarily I was this happy!” inner Azzura, who again felt very happy