Muslims Are Strong for the Mafia
19: End And End!

Azzura wasn't that big. The soul of the patriot as a nurse who upholds the health and safety of one's life, not a little shaky even in front of him is in the midst of a gripping event. So, the bullet shot through Jimmi's head just now was just part of Azzura's estimation. Because the woman only paralyzed Jimmi's hands using a gun in his hands.

Still shaking violently in the middle of his heartbeat that was already not because of, Azzura approached. He ran away and hurriedly threw away the cellurits and daggers owned by Jimmi. He threw it with all his might into the slope of bring it there, before he also returned alert as well as watch, pointing his pist0l muzzle at Jimmi's forehead. Because if Jimmi dares to call again, Azzura has no choice but to paralyse the total man.

“I'm sure, the reason for the gun and all Excel mas weapons are kept is definitely because in the current battle, Excel mas should not use them. It would be very dangerous if I got rid of this guy using Excel's mas weapon. Can fingers, traces of weapons belonging to Excel mas is the reason why Excel chose not to use it.” Azzura still spoke inwardly as he took a slow breath in order to dampen his chaotic state. Due to the current situation and until he made him hold the fire weapon4, cold sweat was unceasingly pouring on his body, as if he had a very deadly disease.

“Rather than you kill each other let alone you are friends and both have people you care about, you better leave then finish all this!” This time Azzura spoke firmly even though his rumbling chest also felt very tight. A truly excruciating taste. No less tormented than when he finally found out that he was only made a second wife by the man he had loved so far.

“As long as you are still a part of your work, you will continue to be haunted by fear. Until anytime, your loved ones will still be threatened and it really depends on you!”

“So, go and start a new life with your loved ones. Bring everything that can be capital to stock. Don't stupidhh! Because no matter how much you gain from your work, you will also lose even more! In this world no one sells life stocks because even expensive doctors cannot create extra lives!” Azzura's eyes became wet, he shook his head inexhaustibly looking at Jimmi's face.

Then Azzura deliberately cleared his throat, sighed deeply and tried to fix the oxygen inside his chest. “I will not judge what you do because I know, everyone will face difficult times that sometimes make them forced to do everything in order to solve it. Let it be your business with your Lord!”

“Then, I also do not condone what you do. Especially even if you know what you did wrong, you still continue!” lirih Azzura emotional. The foam of sweat does not stop flowing and often passes through his eyelids until he reflexes closed to block it.

About thirty minutes later, Azzura was almost done with Jimmi's hands, which the woman treated independently. Including Excel near his neck already Azzura bandage, in addition to Azzura that up to give him a calico damper.

Until this moment, both Jimmi and Excel are still compact silent. Azzura asks Jimmi to leave.

“Ending and ending. Go as far as possible. Bring your wife, be happy without any more fear. It is better to live a simple but peaceful life than a luxurious life but every moment is restless. The medicine should not forget to drink. Here's my business card, call me if necessary. If it's still for good business, Insya Alloh I will help.” Azzura gave one small bag of medicine that Jimmi had to take.

Jimmi who gradually wore his leather jacket sobbed without daring to even glance at Azzura. Azzura, the veiled woman is so responsible, different and indeed other with others. Then, the glance is fixed to the Excel next to it. He was speechless, even when he was about to leave, he thanked and apologized to Azzura. The woman he was about to kill initially helped him, gave him a helping hand, and also shook his heart. Though Azzura very easily finish1nya especially Azzura has a lot of opportunities in doing so.

Azzura took off Jimmi from the front of the rear passenger door next to the roadside so as not to block some road users who happened to pass. Jimmi initially stepped down while looking down and sniffling. While just now, Jimmi throws his advanced phone as hard as he can. Maybe it's sort of to remove the trace so it can't be tracked through the cell phone's signal. Jimmi throws him in the direction next to the hill towards the slope of a fierce battle between the man and Excel.

“M-sorry,” says Excel heavy while looking down deep.

“I don't need an apology Mas. What I expected, Mas also ended all this as would friends Mas do.” After a long silence but Excel never reply, Azzura deliberately went and closed the door.

Azzura intended to drive himself because he could not rely on Excel. “Give me home address Mas.” Although he initially looked down, he gradually turned his head then gave his sophisticated phone to be given a map route to the house of Excel.

While watching Excel through the rearview mirror on it, Azzura so conjectured, attributing it to the recent gripping incident he broke. “So in fact, Mas Excel's goal is to take me to Jakarta, indeed for the health of Mamah Mas, ... or ... other affairs and that, to deceive the annihilation of me?” Not only was his voice suspicious. Because his gaze in the rearview mirror over him to Excel was no less suspicious. Back there, Excel who returned to respond to the situation calmly fairly cold, gradually gave his phone.

“Two. Because I deliberately brought you so that this kind of incident did not happen in front of parents Mbak,” said Excel and successfully made an Azzura who loved parents very much, bowed deeply.

“So, does Mas Excel also know, who wants my life to dare to pay dearly even, hire services from your company?” This time Azzura asked solemnly. He looked back only to look at Excel directly. The man immediately lowered his head and was clearly intentional to dismiss the suspicion that was slowly giving birth to confidence.

“I'm sure Mas Excel knows who it is,” sure Azzura.

“Whatever happens, I will always protect Mbak Azzura!” sure Excel this time spoke softly no less soft than his gaze to Azzura.

“Stop and finish, if Mas does that, I want to marry Mas!” azzura. His determination is really round. He wanted to take Excel down the right path without being constantly stuck in a black valley.