Muslims Are Strong for the Mafia
52: The Best

Just opening the door of the hotel where he was staying, Azzura's eyes were filled with the chest of Excel fields. For a while, Azzura's world suddenly stopped spinning with his heart beating becoming slower. Facing Excel suddenly made Azzura become weak everything, including his faith.

“Pair, best friend, ... the world of the afterlife! Bismilah yes Alloh .. amen!” inner Azzura who then ventured to raise her gaze, made her end up staring at Excel's handsome face, as well as the two sharp eyes of the man who became dim and had indeed directly watched his two eyes.

This time Excel again wears a hat as well as a mask and everything is white. The masks and hats that Excel wore were given by Azzura and previously belonged to Azzura. They haven't had time to shop, so Azzura gives you an existing one and happens to be a good fit for Excel.

“I have to how?” asked Excel afraid wrong because several times, Azzura reprimanded him because he was too stiff. “But briefly ... Your eyes are so red. Last night you couldn't sleep?”

Azzura. “I have done relaxation, massaging hands and feet. Still until the morning prayer, absolutely do not feel sleepy at all.”

Excel advanced very quickly, making their bodies become less distant because Azzura was late to avoid. Excel holds both sides of Azzura's head, then performs a massage there.

“That must relax is your equal mind. Including the nerves of your head,” said Excel while continuing to massage the head of Azzura.

But really, Azzura already instantly felt comfortable even. “Already, Mas. Later I actually fell asleep. Our schedule today is really busy.”

Hearing that, Excel immediately sped up his massage. He circled Azzura and massaged both shoulders, nape, including Azzura's back.

“Tadi mas Azzam phone. He said he had reached Nagreg. And he said, do not hesitate to rent a wage for my head machine, if I reach your pain,” Excel story that then stepped away.

“Mas where to go?” sergeant Azzura until exclaiming because Excel, although the road is still pin-shake, has stepped in a hurry like a race of brisk walking.

Excel gradually turned his head and slowly stopped after finding Azzura in the same place as when he left the woman. “Loh, let's go! I thought, you came straight!” sergeant.

Azzura snorted miris. “I am your future wife, Mas. I'm not your mafi*a team, so .. so yes yes, I can go as fast as Mas!” whining.

Excel is already in front of Azzura because he is also still stepping fast, immediately apologize. He looked at Azzura's left hand with interest. “Bby gandeng?”

“Not yet,” short Azzura while shaking her head. Then it gives the moss green end of the robe to Excel.

“Don't do that, I'm afraid later I'll feel the reflex of a quick walk. What has your game torn and the severity of you slamming,” reply Excel.

Azzura sighed softly at once in then Istighfar. “Times of the same road prospective husband, feel the same way express train?”

“Aanya,” reply Excel resigned.

Azzura shook his head in an inexhaustible manner. Despite his doubts, he gradually gave his left hand wearing syar gloves in line with his gamis, to Excel. Excel had already grasped it immediately, but before the man took him on the path of being chased after by the settan, Azzura deliberately reminded. “Don't hurry, Mas. Really scared I'm getting slammed!”

Gets a warning look from Azzura who is wearing a veil, Excel immediately restrains his smile.

Azzura and Excel will be shopping for marriage needs that they have not had time to do yesterday. Therefore, kabul ijab which was originally to be held early in the morning, became called night. Moreover, both of Azzura's brothers including his grandparents are still in the village. Both Azzura's sister and her grandparents are on a trip to Jakarta.

“Mas already know, the continuation of the case of Cikho mas Heri?” asked Azzura who then turned his head while staring at Excel. Next to it, Excel drives itself.

“Let that be their business. We do not need to interfere,” sure Excel focus on the wheel without even a single glance at Azzura which he believes looks at him carefully.

Azzura immediately fell silent in thought. “Pity me to Mas Cikho's parents and his family. Before this, they were one of the richest families in the capital, Mas. If you suddenly go bankrupt, .. innalilahi.”

“Surely after that, I would not willing if my mother felt it. So, I was forced to do everything possible so that my mother could get a more decent life!” say Excel.

“To your parents too, I love them so much they are so good! As for their affairs ...,” said Excel.

“If mas Heri want anything to Cikho, please. But to his family, if possible. Poor thing. When do you want to continue?” reply Azzura who suddenly remembered about Excel status in mafi*a the man took shelter.

Honestly, Azzura was very salute to Excel who despite being seriously injured, was still on standby without the slightest bit of complaining. Excel overrides the pain and may be due to being an Excel that in fact a mafi*a, is already required so.

“Let me talk to the chairman again,” said Excel.

“Continue, Mas own status, how?” ask Azzura.

Instead of answering, Excel looked at Azzura.

“Should, could, right?” lirih Azzura looked at Excel expectantly.

“I try,” reply Excel.

“Do I have to ask it directly to Heri mas?” ask Azzura.

“We focus on our wedding first!” Excel sure.

“I'm optimistic Mas can get out!” assert Azzura while ending his gaze at Excel. Through the glances, it waits for an Excel response. The face of the man next to her became stiff. Excel not only looks confused because the man also looks depressed.

“Amin ...”

But the reply just now, and it was from an Excel, like a fresh breeze for an Azzura. Azzura looked at her future husband with a poignant look. “Do not stress, well, Mas. I haven't been good at massages like Mas. Later if Mas to stress, who massage?” ogre.

“Later I teach you,” short Excel cold, but then he turned his head, making his gaze meet with both eyes Azzura who was still watching him.

Azzura smiled, Excel sure even though a part of Azzura's face was tightly closed.

“We buy jewelry, buy bridal wear,” Excel says.

“Search close only, Mas. Let the time be divided,” said Azzura while watching the streets in front of him.

“We look for the best because this will be the most important part of our life!” excel's sergeant is still shrewd, serious, and downright cold.

A warm feeling had immediately enveloped the chest of an Azzura just because of Excel's reply just now. Although Excel looks cooler than the ice chunks at the north pole, the man's heart remains very soft and even warm.

Azzura had already blushed immediately and he deliberately lowered his head to hide it. “But the road is jammed really Mas. Tuh view ...”

“Not Jakarta its name if it is not jammed because in other major cities, it is jammed as if it had become the face of the city.” Excel is still with her determination, preparing the best for their wedding, even though they do not have much time.