Muslims Are Strong for the Mafia
88: Revenge that Finds its Master

Excel did not meet the impactor father or just the impactor, directly. Because in addition to the impactor is very difficult to find, at that time, Mira's mother also always put her chest, hiding her children including Excel, behind the woman's back which is actually very fragile.

However, Angel's threatening words were a stark contrast from the meaning of the young lady's name, it was completely similar to Excel's father-busting remark.

Excel believes he did not mistake himself because so far, he has always been a good observer. Even if he can only see his father's killer from a distance, especially his voice, he can still remember even if not completely

Unplanned, sharp glances Excel has directly locked the figure of Angel due to the suspicion he is feeling. “How old is he? Looks like the same age as Azzura or Rere. If matched, when a dozen found out then when my father was in an accident, it means he is still underage. Maybe he's still in High School, same as the father bumpers,” thought Excel. After staring intently at Angel who was sitting in fear staring at him, he said, “Clause last year, when you were underage and you were driving while drunk, you bumped into a meatball to death?!”

There is no such thing as a coincidence, especially if it is more than once. Excel also believes it is impossible to misidentify itself. He is not Helios who is still reckless and until this moment always adds his own injuries due to his carelessness.

“Hah ..?” angel who has gone straight to numb. “Even Excel knows that? Who is he, actually? The cops? Spy, ... What detective? But why is he still brave to me when he should know if my papah is the supreme leader of military power in this country ..” Inner Angel again who certainly did not dare to tell Excel.

“But if Excel knows everything, why would he dare to challenge my parents? He even went ahead even though he should know, getting into my house is like depositing a life!” Angel hurriedly ran away, leaving Excel in check before the man was allowed in.

It is certain, there are no objects let alone dangerous weapons that Excel will bring inside.

Stepping heavy because of the grudges that immediately overflowed and all this time he kept meetings, Excel stared intently at the house there. It's a private house. Quite not so luxurious, what stands out there is only in terms of security. Excel notices every state there through its glances. Many CCTVs and lights are on, indicating the recording device is still functioning properly. Can not be sabotaged and then blame the class of lightning as a destroyer, such as events that had viraal on our earth.

“Maybe this is called, ... everything we have, everything we do, will eventually also return to be a part of us.” Excel is only allowed to enter the living room. A straight-looking black-bellied aide, looking at him politely.

The man stood behind the living room door there. Doors that will also make Excel can enter the inner room of the house if Excel succeeds through it.

“Please sit,” said the Adjutant because Excel is reacting very cold especially the way Excel looks at it, still standing like a statue.

Without permission, Excel even came in. Make the adjutant move quickly. Following, while reprimanding with a courteous look. But because Excel continues to ignore, he is forced to hold Excel's left wrist. At first the aide intended to hold Excel. Although there are, Excel moves so fast even very easily make his body grow*ting.

The adjutant gasps off the departure of Excel that actually goes inside. Excel steps are not as violent as a propeller who thirsts for objects that are really expensive. Excel is like a dazed person. Excel also does not stop watching the atmosphere of the house including watching every wall and ceiling of the house. However, the adjutant who has directly reported Excel through hate, sure, Excel is not an ordinary person.

“While back then, the universe was no less cruel. They consciously continued to press us even though our father's life had been taken abominably.”

“So, if law enforcement even in the universe class is unable to give my family justice, let me give it all. Really in my way!” inner Excel. Both of his hands clenched tightly at the sides of his body as his tears flashed. Now, he is standing in front of a large photo frame in a spacious room after the living room.

Excel sure, it's a family room. Like the living room in most, there is also decorated with several family photos with different styles and clothes.

The focus of Excel is directly on the face of the man in a dark brown uniform and has a myriad of ranks attached to his uniform. The man looked very gallant, dignified, at the same time fierce. His face was no stranger to Excel. Not because the man has an important position in the country Excel lives, but it is indeed the figure that Excel saw at the time of the incident.

The figure of a dozen years ago viciously approached the Excel contract of living family. The nights when the incident took place, the rain fell fairly heavy. Full of respect the man who still wears the uniform of honor like in the photo that is now in front of Excel, stepped patrolled by aides. The man was very respected because of the three aides who were escorting alone, not a single one dared to glance let alone stare. Everyone is hanging down.

Excel who was then reckless to break out of the house from beside the mama who stood in front of the door, had looked at the man. Even though it was only an instant because Mira's mother who realized it hurriedly brought Excel in. At that time, Mira's mother locked Excel and her two younger sisters in the room.

“Who?!” the voice of a man from up there. The voice was heavy, resolute, and absolutely gallant.

Excel immediately gasped, so familiar with the sound. The voice that also instantly pulled him back became part of a truly dark past memory. Yes, the voice is still the same. A male voice that Excel believes to be a dashing man in a uniform full of honor in the picture frame before him.

“Who dares to you even hurt you!!! Your neck really hurt, Njel?!” continue the voice.

The sound that also makes both Excel hands clenched tightly. So tight, Excel's body to tremble. Along with that, Excel's tears became more and more busy.

“People are down, Pah. He wants to see Papah! He really is not afraid even though I say, who I am and Papah have full power in this country!”

The grudge was blazing, like an incandescent larva that was a resident of an active volcano, and was ready to be ejected. In just a matter of seconds, really not to wait any longer, the grudge will find its master.