Muslims Are Strong for the Mafia
73: Prime Azzura Cuisine

“So afternoon, Akala asked for Mas.”'s mobile number

Coinciding with what Azzura just said, Excel is reading WA from a new contact and it claims to be Akala.

“The back was 1991, wasn't it?” excel says make sure.

The new Azzura served a bowl of chicken soup and was still standing next to Excel, immediately looking at her husband's phone screen. “Bene. The profile photo is beach.” She deliberately ascertained what her husband meant and that was gracing Excel's advanced mobile screen.

Her husband Azzura immediately made a dark mobile phone screen and then looked at her.

“This is secret and you can't know,” said Excel while holding a smile and still staring at Azzura.

“Ih, how come? I want to know.” Azzura.

“Got can. It's men's business,” reply Excel.

“I'm Mas' wife!” This time Azzura protested.

“Iya, but Akala actually asked her WA to be kept secret even that from you because this is really a men's business.” Excel explained patiently.

“Gosh ... You guys are!” Azzura is forced to accept the decision of her husband to keep Akala secret rather than share it with her. “What secret, anyway? I'm so suspicious!” he said while glancing at the husband who was also staring at him. However, Excel instead laughed lightly and clearly aimed at him.

“Take a meal. This prime I cook exclusively because usually mamah cook. This is all I don't dare to love mamah Mira let alone Elena. That's why I deliberately cooked after they finished eating. Self-conscious, my cooking is substandard. Fear besides not delicious, they are also up to poison!” Azzura.

Coinciding with Azzura finished speaking, Excel had just devoured a spoonful of soup and had his swallowing reflex. Excel did it too surprised then glanced at his wife while saying softly, “Absolutely you are not afraid of me getting poisoned for eating this soup?”

Azzura was silent for a moment, but while looking at her husband, she said, “Mas are immune! Even the poison is afraid to Mas!”

In addition to the laughing reflex, Azzura's reply also made Excel unceasingly blushed. “It tastes flat, less salt.”

“Ouh ...? Means salty taste Mas high. I'll get you some salt.” Azzura hurried to his feet and prepared to leave. “While waiting for me to take salt, try checking the whole. Carrots, potatoes, chicken, everything is ripe well yet? Thank you for suggestions so that the next cuisine will be better.” After saying so, without waiting for Excel's reply first, Azzura hurriedly took the salt that existed somewhere because he forgot.

“Means I'm the material of your experiment, huh?” ask Excel gently and laugh again.

Azzura who was opening every upper wall cabinet also laughed but as much as possible Azzura held him back.

“What are you looking for? Salt is not there. It's near the stove, on the blue spice rack,” said Excel reprimanded. Feeling familiar Azzura has not memorized the layout there because this is the first day Azzura went down to the kitchen.

“Yeah, I don't see,” said Azzura regretted his condition was too nervous first, cooking became the hardest thing for him to do.

Hearing that, Excel accidentally pressed the light switch until the atmosphere there became bright. The lamp under the upper wall cabinet that was not originally lit, now all light up. And Azzura was already directly looking at him with a smile. His wife clearly expressed her gratitude, but also regretted the situation of Azzura himself who could not be deft for kitchen affairs.

“Just relax don't be forced,” Excel says back sitting.

“Innalilahi!” azzura's reflexes eyed in disbelief at the sight in the soup bowl for her husband.

Quietly, Excel who could not bear and immediately could not stare at a bowl of soup, held his laughter. The laughter instantly broke as Azzura hugged her while apologizing.

“Sorry very much, dear. I really didn't intentionally. Duh, how dong. When I gave my husband the ocean water soup?” whining Azzura but Excel just keep laughing.

“Duh, has really fused all the salt with the soup,” Azzura whine is difficult to be okay.

“About you're just cooking this way?” ask Excel.

“There it is, but really stay a little. His name is the first cook, yes do not dare much,” reply Azzura really feel guilty. “While I intend special love.” He looked sadly at his husband. His lips are so thick that they cover the nostrils because now, he does not wear a veil.

It was late and Excel had just come home at about half ten o'clock. Then at ten or less, the man entered the kitchen after answering a series of phones. But now that the salt tragedy has made Azzura's special soup bowl an ocean taste, Excel patiently takes the vegetables and chicken out of the bowl. All the soup contents in the bowl, taken carefully, then put into the remaining pot of soup which is really a little.

“It feels humane,” Azzura said after tasting her soup recoiled by her husband. Excel is busy with laughter.

“Yes already, let's eat!” excel is not only sweet, but also very passionate.

Azzura nodded, following the steps of the husband who had brought a bowl of soup with concoction as well as the latest taste, and indeed much more humane.

“I think, Mas understand more cuisine than I do,” said Azzura while sitting next to Excel.

“My parents used to be a mobile meatball seller and I'm used to helping out with spice mixes. The reason my father died was because he was hit by a fitting person selling.” Excel took out his plate that was already decorated with rice and a few pieces of meat rendang.

Stories from Excel just now have directly made Azzura piba. His two hands reflexively clasped Excel's left arm next to his. Nevertheless, the husband remained deftly prepared to eat. Even now, Excel has directly fed it with rice and slices of meat rendang.

While chewing slowly the first bribe the husband gave to him, Azzura asked, “Yang hit who?”

“Kids of the rich are still underage mabu*k night-night and bring the car riddled. Let alone punished, even my father who was made a suspect. The police can be silenced with money. That's why I have so much money!”

“This world will be very cruel when we have no money and we are nobody.” Excel closes his story with a grudge blazing deep in his chest. Also, he who turned out to cry because Azzura was busy using a tissue from the middle of the table, to wipe around Excel's eyes.

“Kan father who was hit. Can give information too, plus there must be eyewitnesses,” said Azzura heavy because the story from Excel has also directly made his chest tight. Both of his eyes were dewy.

“My father is seriously injured. His body and meat cart were thrown away. Dad's wagon and head were both crushed. I don't have the money to pay for dad's treatment. While witnesses, those who initially had a sudden voice did not want to testify. Still because of the power of money. But if God gave me a chance to meet the rich man again, .. I make sure they will feel what my family and I feel!”

“If they can silence people even hospital parties. They must have an important position!” firmly Azzura while stroking the back of Excel that he deliberately embraced to reduce the sadness that was happening.

Although understanding the impact is not too big, at least Azzura wants to give his support to the husband. Azzura hopes that God will bring Excel together with the killer of the father complete with the family of the perpetrator who has silenced all witnesses and even the police. Because if the police class cannot provide justice, let Excel himself who provides justice for his late father as well as his extended family. Let Excel do the justice.