Muslims Are Strong for the Mafia
42: Care, Love, And Love

Azzura lost track of Excel. Nevertheless, Azzura who was already in the hospital lobby and looked carefully at every corner there sure, Excel is no longer in the hospital, including it on the front road of the hospital. They came there by taxi online. Of course, for the class of Excel is deft, finding transportation is very easy.

The phone that Azzura did in the middle of the scorching afternoon was stinging, indeed not getting a reply. But just now, Azzura got an incoming WA message from a new Excel number. A new number that Excel deliberately held because the previous number was deliberately thrown away.

Mas Excel New: I'll be right back, don't wait for me.

“Don't wait for me?” The word had already directly hurt Azzura. His heart seemed to be vilely torn, but Azzura realized, he had not loved Excel. Because just dear, it is still limited to ordinary love. But for the caring portion, Azzura admitted that he cares deeply about Excel. A sense of care that is no less than the sense of caring Azzura to his family and for Azzura, everything. Yes, Azzura is indeed typical that makes family as the number one in his life.

Azzura: I will wait for Mas, whenever Mas is done. So, come back safely. I'll be fine. I will always pray for you.

In different places, Excel who sits using the services of a motorcycle taxi, has been immediately glazed because of Azzura's reply.

While in the lobby, Azzura who studied sincerely even became more agitated. “If I haven't loved her more than love her, then what does this endless restlessness mean?” inner Azzura who then looked up, staring at the expanse of the sky was very bright and indeed made it glare due to the blazing sun.

“If the servant knows he is not a saint, his intention is to return to the right path, completely real. So, please launch every effort to end all this!” inner Azzura again.

Azzura's heart wiggled where her phone rang and it was a sign the incoming WA message was still from Excel.

New Excel: Pray for Me

New Excel : Wait for Me

New Excel : I'm definitely back

New Excel : I love you

Azzura did not know why Excel messages made her cry. The crying that was getting longer broke. He was sobbing, having trouble stopping it. But not wanting to make mas Aidan or the mama worried, Azzura hurriedly ended it. He shivered vivaciously to his lower lip while wiping away his tears.

“You know something like this is going to happen. Even you realize, there will be a time where you are directly involved, watching the bloodshed and the fall of every body left behind, to really stay a name. Because this is his world. So, the only thing that could help him other than prayer was calm. Support him with serenity as well as prayer.” Azzura's small heart advises and Azzura agrees. The reason that also kept him busy nodded. “You have to be a much tougher woman because that's what she needs, Ra!”

Azzura: I love Mas. Very fond of. Love too. Mas careful, home safely (three red heart stickers)

About fifty seconds later after the message was sent, Azzura got a reply from Excel. The man only replied with a big heart sticker that was shaking, like a heart that was being gurgled.

“Bismillah, Dad. I took my mas with bismillah. Bismillah is still his sustenance Mas make life even better!” Azzura looked back. My brother and sister just arrived. The two of them stared at him as well as treated him with worry.

“What's up, anyway?” asked Arum's mother had immediately grabbed and grasped Azzura's right hand which had just put the phone into the bag.

“Mas Excel .. There is a sudden and non-delayable job, Mah!‘ azzura had to lie. And without Excel the story of why her future husband left in a hurry, Azzura knew. Still related to the mafi4 and Excel as if to you*k. Excel was really upset. Just be calm, Excel can't.

“Is this still related to the threat of rac*un continuing to target Rere?” I thought Aidan chose silence. “He forbade me from acting, but he himself looked like he was going berserk. Wait a minute, ... Does Excel actually know who did it?” mas Aidan was sure Excel knew.

After using the service ojek for two more hours, Excel arrived in front of a building and its presence in the top area. For a glance, the building looks like a factory in most. The surrounding building was fortified with ten-meter-high walls that looked deserted, but guarded by five guards at once. Two guards stood guard in front of the inner gate, both in front of the back entrance, while the other was at a security guard post not far from the gate to watch CCTV.

The arrival of Excel was immediately stared at by surprise mixed with tension by the five. The one in the post had reached a peek while announcing the arrival of Excel through the hate in his right hand. He reported it in whispers.

The welcome that Excel gets has immediately made Excel understand, its existence there is not recognized. His arrival was like a prisoner who fully surrendered himself. Although it seemed, his presence was also eagerly anticipated.

“Tell them that I'm alive!” express Excel that does not open the door. Though usually, he was opened the door and immediately greeted with respect.

What Excel said immediately made the two guards there seem even more frightened. Then, the security guard inside the post and still holding the hate brandished his right thumb, making the two look in the eye and one of them immediately opened the gate. The other security guard searched Excel immediately, making sure no weapons were carried by men now in plain clothes, without black accessories - hats, jackets, even bulletproof clothing.

“Am I banned from carrying a gun now? Wh why? Don't I usually have a lot of weapons?” ask Excel really cold. But the two guards in dark blue uniforms before him were silent while shaking in fear. Just glancing at him, the two of them seemed to not dare. The two of them hit each other just to avoid him accidentally breaking through the two.

“I promise I'll be out alive. Even if I can only do it tomorrow, I will try to stay alive, win the bet* later!” excel swears in his heart. Both of his hands clenched tightly at the sides of the body as he who stepped dashingly entered the old, unkempt building before him.

Two guards standing guard in front of the two-door entrance in front of Excel compactly opened the door. The room inside was completely dark without the slightest bit of light shining through. However, Excel, which this time wearing long sleeves warm yellow, still advanced.