Muslims Are Strong for the Mafia
17: The Bullet that Runs

“S-honey, ... Where is this person?” mr. Kalandra who accidentally came home for lunch, staring at the strange motorbike Pak Haji Ojan who was still in front of the gate.

Arum's mother, who was asked, immediately turned the brain, remembering since when, as well as the reason for Haji Ojan's motor pack could be there. The woman was really thinking seriously because two hours ago, shortly after delivering Azzura and Excel, Haji Ojan's motorcycle pack was already there.

“Tadi pas Mamah inter mbak Azzura and mas Excel, the motor was already there, Pah.” Arum's mother assured.

It is not a matter of the motorbike as long as the parking is. But Mr. Kalandra was worried, the owner of the motorbike had an accident.

“Fear of Ojan why-nothing because he is less. Bentar, Papah asked people to help find. Fear he was in an accident not caught.” Mr. Kalandra is really worried. He asked people at home to help find Haji Ojan. While the wife also did not stay silent and was immediately ready to look to the clinic.

Though what is sought is actually sleeping soundly behind the passenger seat in the middle. Pak Haji Ojan still curled up, until drooling and snoring softly.

Long held back, finally Azzura could not stand it. In fact, he was wearing a mask. But the smell of Haji Ojan sir was so strong, it made him worry that the man had sneaked secretly.

“Mas out to eat fried salted fish, or even bring fried salted fish?” asked Azzura who was already staring uneasily at Excel. Next to him, Excel often looks at him with a very serious gaze.

“Neg. Why do you ask that?” reply Excel.

The reply from Excel made Azzura suspicious, presuming the current reality with Haji Ojan before they left.

“What was Mr Ojan, coming here?” guess Azzura.

“But it should be safe. Moreover, I until the soft cloth wear wet wipes.” But slowly, Excel also pulled the pace of the car. He attributed the distinctive aroma of Mr. Haji Ojan and indeed beat the fresh aroma of car perfumers, with the closed luggage without him doing it.

Excel immediately sniffed with his style that was too quiet and indeed very cold. He gradually descended and suspected the source of the stench of salted fish oil, terc1um from behind the middle passenger seat.

The reality of Excel who had immediately sighed then shook his head, besides the man who had immediately shook his head, made Azzura sure, something was wrong there.

“Where, Mas?” azzura asked immediately when Excel's cold eyes finally looked at him full of resignation.

“It turns out the guy slept in the back,” said Excel resigned. In silence, Excel is actually immediately afraid. That the existence of Haji Ojan sir there even made his plans fall apart. Moreover, Haji Ojan is different from normal humans in most cases.

“Innalilahi ..” Azzura was already feeling uncomfortable. He reflexes to pay attention to the atmosphere around the quiet and in the form of streets in the highlands. The streets there are many uphill, cornering, prone to making the stomach nauseous. Sometimes for those who easily mabuuk vehicles, the condition of the road like that which is a severe ordeal.

“The problem is that I also can't go back to make interracial Ojan, in addition to me who also can't get down Ojan here just like that, the inner” of Excel that gradually closes the middle passenger door.

After watching around, Azzura accidentally saw the man in a black leather jacket behind him and was still sitting on his motorcycle, instead pointing a pist0l at Excel!

“M-mas ...?” Azzura's heart is no longer broken. He looked at Excel with a crashing fear. The man in the leather jacket was clearly eyeing him.

Excel immediately stared at Azzura full of seriousness. “Whatever happens, Mbak should stay in the car because this car is bulletproof.”

“M-mas where to go?” Azzura reflexes holding one hand Excel, grasping it erar using both hands.

For a moment, their eyes were so. A look so filled with care was also hope. Hope that they are okay, congratulations to the goal like a plan that is also accompanied by prayers and the blessing of Azzura's parents.

“If in twenty minutes I have not returned, use this car and go home!” assertive Excel.

Azzura had already immediately shook his head in the middle of his two wet eyes and was still staring at Excel's two eyes full of seriousness. “Cannot. I'm in. Wherever Mas goes, I must come!” this time it was really pushy.

Excel shook his head firmly, of course he did not want to harm Azzura. Because Azzura's safest place is in his bulletproof car.

“Stay here because it will make us much more fine!” Excel sure. He still left Azzura even though the woman was busy shaking her head and then several times clasped her hand tightly using both hands.

Heavy, Excel looked at Azzura who sat behind the wheel because the woman was trying to catch up with him. “Pretty pray for me. Your prayers are precious to me,” he said. No matter though Azzura alley busy shaking his head also continued to tear up staring at him unwillingly.

The door next to the steering wheel just closed Excel. Azzura let go of the man who had directly chased the man in a black jacket earlier. The man in the black jacket hastily got off the bike, dropped the motor just like that, then went straight into the surrounding forest while occasionally gliding his bullet towards Excel. During that time Azzura also caught Excel always deftly dodging. Excel's shrewdness in avoiding making Azzura sure, the man was already used to being in a state like now.

“Severe injuries that made him a patient in the clinic until we got to know more closely even now. Also, a case of carbon monoxide poisoning even exploded in his car while not far from the Cikho!” mas house thought Azzura was trying to understand what was going on.

“What's wrong with Excel? Who is Excel? Why is he always involved in matters of danger even ... Kr1terminal?” thought Azzura.

Soon Azzura made sure of the time on the watch that adorned his left wrist. In search of information, he deliberately searched the Excel car. Unexpectedly, in the small box that became the seat bulkhead of his existence with a seat for the driver, there was a gun and also a dagger!

Azzura had immediately drowned because he found all that. His breathing became weak, as if there was no more oxygen left in his body.

“Mas Excel ... why does he have all this?” thought Azzura. In his current mind, he attributed the gaffe that concerned Excel including that, the dragon tattoo on Excel's left arm.

On the other hand, Excel still continues to run after men in black jackets like himself and none other than Jimmi. “I have to finish Jimmi without pist0l or dagger, and all my weapons from the top because it can dismantle everything. I have to kill Jimmi1si with Jimmi's gun!” inner Excel.

While continuing to run in the middle of his sweat that began to pour, Excel deliberately used gloves for both hands. While what happened to Azzura, in the car, his trembling right hand gradually tried to grab the gun that was there.