The (Former) Mafia
Chapters 10. Fur Ketek

Finish performing the morning prayers and reading the Qur'an. Nabila rushed to wake her only child. He deliberately woke Ezra up more slowly because he did not want his son to wake up too early and go back to sleep after the dawn prayer.

"Wake, Son! It's morning, honey. It's 5 o'clock more! Ezra!"

The little boy woke up even with his eyes closed. When she smiled, she drove her youngest child to the bathroom and let Ezra pray by himself. As for him, walk towards the pantry to make breakfast. As far as Nabila the refrigerator is fully filled, and all its needs have also been prepared.

"If I believe that sin is not the case, I am not the one who Mr. Bara is, why did Mr. Bara end up confessing to all this?" Nabila monologues while applying jam on the bread he will bake.

"Mama!" call Ezra from the room.

"Why, Honey?" tanya Nabila approached her son.

"Ezla wants the same breakfast, Papa. We ate at Papa's house. Can't do? Ezla will come back here if Ezla's sustel has come. Ezla promise, Ma."

Nabila knitted his eyebrows. He glanced at the bread that had already gone into the roasting. There's no way he's leaving that now. "Yes, we go to Om Bara's house after his bread is dead!"

The little boy nodded enthusiastically. He kissed Nabila's cheeks many times and after that, Nabila heard her rabbit's son humming. "Basic boy!" muttered Nabila while shaking his head.

After a few minutes, Nabila and Ezra were already outside their apartment. Breathing was heard again. It had been dozens of times Nabila pushed the bell, but, the person inside had not given an answer.

"Mama!" call Ezra to his mother. "Call Om Dulian. Om Dulian can help, Mama!"

Nabila ber oh ria, he took his phone and then put the phone to the ear. Thankfully, he had dealt with the man several times. So he kept Durant's number.

"Akh .. okay. Okay, thank you."

Tut!

Nabila handed Ezra a lunchbox filled with bread and ran to the door of her apartment. He went in for a while and then came out again. "Why don't you tell me that I'm missing a key at home. Make a spaneng aja," said Nabila. He attached his access card to the doorknob, and the door opened.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said Nabila. He did not disrespect the owner of the house, but, at that time Nabila said in a whispering voice. "Astaghfiullah!" Nabila shook his head when he saw Bara's apartment was very messy. Alcohol bottle. Magazines, dirty clothes, all scattered. Every day he does this.

"Ezra!" call Nabila.

"Yes, Mom!"

"You eat the bread first. Mama's gonna clean up first, okay!"

"Ready, Boss!" ezra replied while paying his respects to his mother. When she smiled, she rubbed Ezra's head and began to do her job.

Tired of just seeing her mother work, Ezra put her bread on the table. He walked looking for something. Open every door he can open.

While outside, Nabila was busy preparing food for breakfast. The thing that always makes him forget the earth of nature is the stove and pan. If you have been faced with various raw side dishes and vegetables, Nabila became very enthusiastic and wanted to cook a lot of food.

"Good macaroni chicken soup times yes. There are salmon, too, tempeh. Wuahhh .. the Durant is like this mother-mak +62. I'm a shopping geek."

While chattering, Nabila's hands are really very dexterous when holding a knife. The beautiful woman is even more beautiful if she is in serious fashion like this. Face radiant. His eyes also glowed beautifully.

On the other hand, Ezra was still engrossed in looking at the parts of Bara's face. Touching his nose, also felt the lashes are quite long. Seeing Bara being disturbed did not frighten Ezra at all, the boy lay down on his coals arms while hugging the man's chest. However, his tiny hand still did not remain silent. Ezra touches Bara's armpit area, and ....!"

"Akhhhh!"

The sound of Bara's screams made Nabila jump. He instantly turned off the stove and dashed towards the source of the sound. Stupidly he is, in the TV room Ezra is no more. It must have been that bastard who bothered the mad Tiger.

"There's an ap ....!"

Nabila's shout hangs when he sees the appearance of an unusually hot Bara. The guy just uses a boxer. Oh come on, Nabila can see everything. The woman hurriedly turned around and slammed the door rudely. His heart was beating very fast. His hands shook, and his lips were still tightly clenched. What kind of heart exercise is this. Why does Nabila even look like he enjoys it. "Astaghfirullah .. accidentally," said Nabila. He immediately turned his head towards the door and kicked the door was rude. "What are you guys doing?" shouted Nabila upset. The woman clucked her waist in front of the bedroom door waiting for the two people inside the room to come out.

Ezra was even whiny. The boy wants to make a sound. However, Bara smothered his mouth and sat him on the edge of the bed. "Listen Ezra. You still want to be Papa's son, don't you?" tanya Bara looked at Ezra still with her initial look. The boy nodded enthusiastically. "Then, whatever happens between us, don't say it's the same Mama, okay!"

Ezra just nodded. He smiled then dipped Bara's cheek at a glance. "Sorry, Pa. Papa's sticky fur abis funny!"

He was dumbstruck, he was speechless. Between being annoyed and wanting to laugh, I don't know where to go. The boy said that his armpit feathers were funny, but instead danced it uncivilized? What Ezra really wants to say.

Now, the two men stood in front of Nabila with their heads bowed. Bara was holding back a smile from looking at the red tinge on Nabila's cheeks, she pulled the lapel of the pajamas she was wearing, slightly peeking at him to praise what was inside there, because they had managed to make Nabila blush embarrassed.

"Sorry, Mr. Bara. From tomorrow, lock your door. I don't want something like this to happen again. You've done the shredding. It's not good to do something like that. Especially in front of a child.

"Don't call Ezla a child, Mama!"

The boy looked down again as Nabila glared at him.

"I would also like to say that from today on I am officially a domestic assistant, Mr."

Bara just nodded his head. He walked closer to the dining table, there were already many dishes served there.

"You cooked all this, Nabila?" tanya Bara still did not distract her from the food.

"Mr, nanyaaakkk?"