The (Former) Mafia
Chapters 1. Kidney Failure

A woman ran into the hospital with a small child in her cradle. Sweat, as well as tears. His appearance was really very pitiful. Although it felt like he already wanted to die, but he could not give up before they reached the ER, the hospital.

"Dok, help my son, Doc. He suddenly fainted!" said the woman to the ward doctor in the ER. He handed Ezra, a 5-year-old boy to the nurse. As if refusing to understand, the woman was about to enter the ER, but was detained by a doctor who would examine her child.

Nabila, 27, became unemployed after 5 years ago tangent to a ruthless Mafia. The days were bleak for a while, all access was closed. Neither the work, nor the effort he engaged in always failed unbrimmed. His health insurance and the child he can not claim, the savings are getting thin and he can not do anything. Even Nabila is not ashamed to be a scrub laborer, even though he used to be someone who was very talented in the world of work.

"Calm down, Mom! Let's check first, the state of the patient!" answer the doctor, then go to the ER.

Nabila's heart was beating very fast. I don't know what happened to her son that he could end up fainting like that. Nabila was only afraid that his son's disease was getting worse because he could not provide the best treatment. Cold sweat flooded Nabila's face, his hands and knees shaking violently. Really, if he could, he wanted to replace his son to be inside.

"Oh my God, may you be all right, son!"

A few moments later, the ER door opened. The doctor had approached Nabila again and of course Nabila approached the doctor with an uncertain feeling. The crystal threads slid out, without excuse. His hand rubbed the rough tears, his lips flattened a thin smile.

"How, Doc? My son is fine, isn't he?"

The doctor looked down quite deeply, his eyes looking back at Nabila's face after he felt ready. "Sorry, Mom. We suspect if the condition of the mother's child's kidney has worsened, we will conduct further examinations. But, you have to be prepared, your child has to get a kidney donor immediately so we can operate on the patient."

Inalilahi wainailaihi. Nabila collapsed on the hospital floor. What he was afraid of really happened. The condition of his son is getting worse, what should Nabila do? If he could donate his kidney to Ezra, he would surely be happy to give his kidney to her. Where should he find a donor and also money for operating expenses. Eating is very difficult. Asking for a loan is also impossible because people no longer trust it.

"Astaghfirullah," muttered Nabila pressed his left chest which felt very tight. His head was down, the tears were getting louder and louder. His heart was broken, he was at a loss what to do. He did not want to lose Ezra who had accompanied him for 5 years. But what should he do?

When he got up, he immediately chased the doctor who was walking in the corridor of the hospital. "Doc!" call Nabila. "While waiting for news from the hospital, I will try to find a donor for my child, can if my child moves into the room first. I beg you, Doc!"

Sura Nabila sounded very heartbreaking, she still had the remains of tears. However, it is very trying to speak in a normal tone of voice.

"Try to the section, just administration, ma'am," replied the doctor. Nabila nodded, hurriedly running to the administrative table. His hands were outstretched, reaching into the small pouch that was inside his bag.

"Sus, I pay this first. Later if there is an additional fee I will pay it again!"

Nabila's hand shook as she handed the red sheet to the nurse. This was the last money he had. After this, Nabila did not know if he could still survive or not. The most important thing now is Ezra. Tonight he would seek loans to all corners of the city, hoping that there would be good people willing to help him.

Nabila's footsteps are getting shaky. There were dozens of people he called to ask for a loan, but still. The result was nil, Nabila did not get anything. Only scorn he gets. Just the look of disdain they gave. Nabila could still hear clearly what her relatives had told her.

"If you already know you don't have money, just let Ezra die, debt is also free. It's impossible for Ezra to get a kidney donor. Your debt that was not paid yesterday is also not paid, now even want to owe again. You should be ashamed."

Inalilahi, how could someone who still had a kinship with him be so hearty to say such a painful thing. When he wasn't asking, he just wanted to borrow. If he got the money, he would definitely pay all his debts. But the mouths of those people were really very cruel.

"Oh my God, where else should I look for a loan, it's been very late. But I haven't found a bright spot yet. Please make everything easy for me, God."

Nabila returned down the sidewalk on the street with his head down. His feet kept moving in an uncertain direction. Where he is now, all his friends are lost after finding out if he falls into poverty. Her parents are gone, there is nothing she can ask for help but herself. But now he is useless.

Tin! Tin! Tin!

The sound of car horns is so noisy. The riders cursed Nabila and shouted him crazy. However, the person being shouted at was suddenly deaf. He really did not hear and did not realize that he was currently walking on a zebra cross whose lights were still red. The green sign for pedestrians is not yet on. Nabila's gaze was empty .. No one dared to stop Nabila's madness because that night the streets were quite crowded.

Tinnnnnnn!

The sound of a long horn suddenly disturbed Nabila's hearing. The woman turned her head, her eyes immediately smashed as soon as the light of the car in front pierced her eyes until her gaze became blurry and ....

Bruckkkk!

The sky seemed to cry seeing the sadness and difficulty of Nabila. The water began to fall on the earth. Including wetting Nabila's body that was lying on the street. Everyone started to crowd.

"Call ambulance! Somebody, please call an ambulance!"

The atmosphere there really doesn't look all right. Pedestrians and motorists swarmed the car causing the accident. They banged on the door of the car many times. However, the person inside was unmoved.

The front door of the car is open. Someone immediately pulled the collar of the man's shirt to beat him up. However, it did not so because the police were suddenly on site.

"I will take responsibility" the driver told police who approached him. While in the car, a person in a neat suit was rubbing his chin while grunting annoyed, because his trip was interrupted.