Muslims Are Strong for the Mafia
4: Explosion And Excel Lucas

Azzura retreated, behind the body really stepped away because Cikho never gave certainty. Rere was even more panicked because he believed Azzura would tell what had happened to the extended family.

Though Rere wanted to, Azzura remained there following the rules of Cikho that had previously been agreed also by him. Luckily, Cikho's right hand immediately restrained Azzura's wrist. Though, Chiko was still kneeling while looking down deeply, lackluster, clearly did not have the spirit of life.

The reality made Rere instantly sigh deeply, feeling a little relieved. Although if you see from the figure of Azzura who is always firm and even wise in attitude, Rere still not sure Azzura can be invited to compromise.

“Ra, .. I beg you. I know I was wrong. You can give me any conditions!” lirih Cikho was really begging.

“If Mas still does not want to finish this well, let me just finish it!” lirih Azzura still spoke firmly. Then he jerked off Cikho's prisoner hand.

At the first jolt, the man's hand prisoner was even firmer. Until the fifth jolt, Cikho finally slowly released it.

Rere looked more like a small shrimp sprinkled with salt when in the end, Azzura brought a large suitcase to leave the house. Before long, the main door was heard until it closed again, but the abandoned Cikho was still silent like a statue. Scuffling, with his large belly, Rere immediately stepped up, catching up with Azzura who had actually left from there.

“The length of the relationship and also loyalty, does not guarantee everything will be fine let alone happy, until the end,” said Azzura. “Because of plans and dreams, only discourse remains if Alloh has willed. It is not yet a soul mate.” Azzura did not mind the fact that he kept crying. Because by crying too, a sense of tightness that is so torturous filled his chest slowly reduced even though it is only very little.

Like a missing person, Azzura oversaw the expanse of his home page. The yard there is really spacious decorated garden neatly arranged at the same time beautiful. Several times, Cikho did send an atmosphere there. From the beginning of the cultivation of the foundation and around it is fortified with zinc, until the flowers and plants planted eventually become permanent residents there.

Although again, the reality that happened made Azzura remind himself that he and Cikho were no one. Because as Azzura said, he will cancel their marriage.

Rere immediately stepped more slowly when a hasty step sounded from behind him. Rere was sure it was Cikho and it was. Cikho caught up with Azzura, again offered a deal, and Cikho would settle their relationship well.

“Rere is pregnant and I don't want to be selfish,” said Cikho.

Without Cikho knowing, his sweet attitude that always concerned Rere following her pregnancy, had hurt Azzura greatly. The reason that also made Azzura silent, besides the woman who was so unwilling to look at Cikho. Because, the act of the man even asserted that all this time, Cikho did enjoy his togetherness with Rere.

“Enter. For a while, please stay here first,” please Cikho. “This is Jakarta, not the village you live in. Here very crime prone.”

“Rather than Mas asking me to stay at Mas's house, better Mas instantly kill me!” Azzura. “Lumrah if an outsider who doesn't know me tries to hurt me because Mas and Mbak Rere just intentionally kill me even, ..

Azzura's words made Cikho feel very slapped. He did not dare to look at Azzura. The woman went back, pulled her big suitcase and had immediately made the security guard who blocked, confused.

“Give me one week!” cikho Pinta.

Azzura did not answer, other than Azzura who also did not let his suitcase be taken over by the security guard. Azzura's body was already flabbergasted by the rain that was going on. So too with Cikho's body.

The guards there could not answer, and only confusion stared at Cikho who was still in a white bridal suit also in harmony with Azzura's bridal attire.

“One week, Ra. Please, I beg you,” please Cikho. His heart was moved to realize that Azzura was soaking, slowly chilling from the rain of wind and also the lightning that was still going on.

“Three days, Mas. I can only give Mas three days because I don't have much time if the time I use will only hurt my parents,” Azzura said without a single glance at Cikho. His voice was already trembling due to the fact that it was shivering.

“Good. Now, you want to stay where because for that long, you are still my responsibility,” continued Cikho.

“I will stay with mas Aidan because there is no one else I can trust anymore other than my own brother.”

Cikho instantly could not think as Azzura said even in a moment, the older sister of the woman is coming. Can Cikho make sure how disappointed and angry mas Aidan to him.

“Don't wait here, let's wait inside,” cajol Cikho is still shriveled and sounds very uninspired.

Jeduuayerr!

The sound just now sounded like a huge explosion. The ground that Azzura and Cikho stepped on until it shook was similar to the effects of an earthquake. The gazes of Azzura and Cikho also reflexively met for a while. Azzura was sure, it was not an explosion due to lightning that was not constantly struck, but it was a kind of explosive resembling a bomb.

Hurriedly Azzura left her suitcase to make sure. Azzura also entrusted Cikho's right-hand prisoner who blocked his steps. The man came with her because she did not want to be stopped. Sure enough, in the T-junction of the Cikho house complex stood, a fire car. The fire was already raging, but behind the wheel was a weakly rolled man and his head was wearing a black hat.

“Don't, it's a danger, Ra!” hold Cikho.

Azzura stared disapprovingly at Cikho. “He needs help. Release, Mas!” the assertiveness is increasingly upset because Cikho also forbids him to save the lives of people who have also become his duty as a human and medical officer.

“Quite silence if indeed Mas will not help!” irked Azzura who had also borrowed a hammer to the security guard of Cikho's house.

Azzura ran in the rain that was still fluttering with heavy until the blaze that had controlled the car slowly extinguished. The real Cikho was afraid, immediately followed Azzura because he did not want the woman why.

Azzura continued to hammer the glass door next to the steering wheel because the door was locked. Behind the wheel, the man who was sitting there and was already very helpless, was also busy looking at Azzura.

“Azzura,” inner man it.

“Why is Excel here? Isn't it last, he said there are still in the village for pocket medicine (broken bone treatment)?” inner Azzura.