Muslims Are Strong for the Mafia
69: Excel Lucas, The Forgetful Deft

The rest of the rain this afternoon was still felt. Light drizzle that is still hit, also the surface of the outside atmosphere is still very wet.

The cold also pierced to the bone. A class of Excel who used to wade through the battlefield was painful, could feel it. But for the sake of looking for rice Padang special for the wife who is waiting at home, Excel willingly queue at the place of subscription he bought.

Accustomed to watching around carefully even though only through glances, what Excel does even make him catch an Akala into a cafe. Across and just separated the highway is indeed a cafe. The romantic nuances carried in the glass-tinted cafe are the main attraction.

The question is, why did Akala go there? If Excel sees, the car that drove Akala is gone. It could be that it is just an online taxi that Akala deliberately rents.

Akala also felt the cold impact of the rest of the rain this afternoon. Akala who has made her big body wrapped in a warm jacket of black parachute material, close her jacket then enter the cafe which is fairly crowded.

Excel is still watching, not seeing anyone with Akala. Akala sits alone in the front seat. “This is Jakarta, Akala wants to meet with whom? No family members are coming. Whose agreement is it?”

Because it was his turn to order, Excel was forced to stop his attention. He deliberately said his order very quickly to immediately refocus on his sister-in-law because after all, he was worried. Afraid Akala is wrong, or even colonized by people.

The location Akala chose was a center of crowds and some of its visitors were people who did not know the rules. Just look across there and not so far from the cafe parking lot, there are punk children who almost run amok after consuming a kind of drink oplosan.

The focus of Excel again piqued after catching a black sedan parked in front of the cafe and it was precisely Love. Excel already recognizes Love, even if they have only met once.

“Mas, sorry did Mas order?” ask the young lady and she's about the age of Elena.

Excel was surprised to get the question. Because in other words, the long speech he did very quickly to save time, even useless. But seeing the woman's scared face, he was so unbearable.

“Sorry, Mas. But please, don't talk fast. Again rame like this, very noisy so less clear. Sorry, but Mas!” connect the woman.

Excel, who this time wore a white hat given by Azzura, sighed softly and then nodded. But before he said his order, he deliberately looked back.

The fact that Love approached one of the punk children, while the other seven punk children and still lying on the sidewalk, laughing at what happened, had immediately disturbed Excel.

Love just glances uncomfortable then passes, into the cafe leaving the punk just like that. At the cafe, Akala who saw Cinta had also stood up immediately then approached.

“M-mas, sorry,” reprimanded the waitress earlier to Excel.

In addition to being directly distracted, Excel also hurriedly apologized. Soon he said his order much more slowly. It took him almost four minutes.

When Excel returned to confirm to the other side, both eyes were immediately turned serious. The punk children were and there were eight people, had flocked to approach the togetherness of Akala and Love.

“So women don't get cocky expensive selling, why?” said the punk child who had approached at once greet, and did intend to tease Love.

Though the intention of Love is ignorant because in addition to not knowing, it is also impossible Love dealing with punk children who are even barely stoned.

“Sorry, this Masnya no need what?” akala asked very politely.

“Honey, we don't know. Already, just now,” sergeant Cinta reassured while holding Akala's right arm using both hands.

But spontaneously, the punk child who did not accept actually spit on the face of Love and it has immediately made everything almost hanger, especially Love and Akala. Even though you were already the punk kid was successfully dispelled using a menu book. It was Excel Lucas who had done it deftly.

Staring sharply at the punk child who deliberately spit on Love if he did not stop it, Excel has also directly smashed the menu book in his right hand to the face concerned, as powerful as possible. The punk child who was already after running straight lying on the seat at the next table.

The crowd was immediately created by cafe visitors who chose to move aside to save themselves. Moreover, in the end, the commotion had also immediately broken because the remaining seven punk children were also flocking. Those who step just stagger, using a plate, a glass from the table around to review Excel.

Deftly, Excel has evaded immediately. Each of his movements resembled a gust of wind even lightning. One by one of the punk children, Excel conquered, flank, then throw out of the cafe so as not to cause a commotion and loss more.

The eight punk children were among those who had almost spit on Love, piled up in the parking lot in front of the cafe and had immediately become a spectacle. Although of course, the fact that Excel is so deft has also immediately made them including Akala and Love, amazed.

Entering the cafe, Excel immediately gave some money to skinny men who initially wanted to break up punk children. The money Excel gives as compensation for glasses and plates, as well as food and drinks that are victims of punk children when they confiscate it.

“M-mas?” I am unable to speak.

Likewise with Love even though in the end, he deliberately thanked.

“Not late at night. The more the night the more unclear. Just a moment, many women are not right hanging out on the side of the road.” Because of his memory, Excel is reluctant to mention the dark side of the night world in life.

Excel calls it in life because it happens not only in the capital or other urban life. Because in the outskirts, there were also many events that he had just said.

Akala and Cinta who were still shocked by the commotion a moment ago, immediately nodded. The two again thanked him before Excel actually left.

The commotion had already been overcome and Excel was gone. However, the tension resulting from the commotion, still felt extremely strong. The love that was still in shock deliberately hugged Akala very tightly. A hug that was immediately reciprocated especially Akala understood, her lover's emotions were not okay.

Meanwhile, Excel's return was immediately greeted by a bright smile by Azzura who opened the door. However, the indistinct fragrance from Excel plus the man who came home empty-handed, had already instantly ended the bright smile on Azzura's face.

“Mas finished what, anyway? It smells ... Have you had a drink? Oplo ... san, huh? Continue, Padang rice that I asked for, where?” sad Azzura, and her husband was immediately confused.

“Ten minutes, yes! Missed!” excel has escaped by car.

“My husband why, anyway? Then he finished what, why does he smell oplosan, and Padang rice for me also missed?” Azzura became busy wondering in his heart. But if you see Excel expression that remains calm, Azzura sure, her husband is not until mabu*k.