The (Former) Mafia
15. Women From The Past

Nabila grabbed Ezra's hand, he pulled Ezra into his arms and then looked at his son's condition without exception. "You all right, son?" ask Nabila.

Ezra nodded, he was fine, only a little shocked at the screams of one of the maids at the cafe and also he who accidentally nudged a small ceramic vase.

"It's okay, Mama will take care of everything" said Nabila. The woman stood up, she approached the cafe waiter with a smile. "Mbak .. sorry, my son accidentally, I'll make up for the loss."

The cafe waitress was delirious, she settled Nabila reluctantly. "Vas are expensive, Mom. How much would you change, if you did want to replace it, you could transfer 15 million to my boss."

Nabila's forehead shriveled, 15 million, just for a vase. This doesn't make any sense. "Mom, don't joke. I know stuff like this. The vase that my son dropped was just an ordinary vase!"

All visitors to the cafe turned their attention towards Nabila and also towards employees who are now staring at Nabila with a challenging gaze. "If you can't pay, tell me, why accuse me of lying like that. It is very clear that the mother's son did break the goods in our cafe. Why is Mom angry."

Breathing sounded from Nabila's mouth. The woman really should be able to hold back her emotions. He walked up to the ceramic vase, crouched down to look at its success. However, the servant's foot seemed to accidentally step on Nabila's hand until Nabila's fingers were scratched by ceramic fragments.

People don't see what's happening. However, Nabila and Ezra knew, if this servant was not a careless servant, he was really trying to corner her. But what is the real reason. Why make a scene in a public place.

When she closed her eyes, she took a handkerchief from her bag and wrapped her fingers with the handkerchief.

"I'll pay, but not 15 million, this is just a regular vase, Ma'am."

"Yes, if you can't say it. Udah kere, in the residence of the dead husband, pretentious care of the sick child," muttered the waiter, but it could still be heard by Nabila. Feeling something strange, Nabila handed Ezra's hand to Purnomo, while he pulled the cafe waiter's hand out and stepped away from the cafe.

"Actually who are you? What do you want?" nabil asked, looking at the servant.

The corner of the servant's lips was raised upwards. He smiled with a cynical smile. "Did you forget who I was?" asked the waiter looking at Nabila sharply.

Nabila knitted her brows, she looked at the woman closely, looking at her face without anyone missing a single bit. "You ...!" said Nabila and immediately took one step back.

"You remember what he looked like" said the waiter, smiling with a grin. "Hows it? Enjoy being a widow? After seizing people's husbands, and it turns out to be the same fate, are you really happy now?" the woman shouted loudly. Nabila shook her head.

"You're Adel?" tanya Nabila did not believe. As far as she was concerned, Adel used to wear a veil and also dressed in shar'i. Why is it now like this, even her makeup really makes Nabila can not recognize it.

"So how? You understand that now?" ask the woman again.

"Sir, sorry, I can't say anything. If indeed Ma'am wants me to pay for the vase, I will pay," said Nabila to pass. However, his hand was again blocked by Adel.

"Sok-so you wanna pay? What to pay for. This is my cafe. If you have money, transfer it to my current account. 15 million, no less and no more." Adel shouted in front of Nabila's face. When Nabila clenched both his hands, he was about to speak, but ....

"Darling!" calling someone from behind Nabila, the woman turned her head, how surprised Nabila was when she saw Bara walking towards her followed by Durant at the back.

"Mr ...!"

"Shuttt!" tell Bara while putting her index finger over her lips. "What's wrong? Ezra says there's chaos here!"

Nabila knitted his eyebrows, he immediately lowered his head, stirring the contents of his sling bag to look for a cell phone that might be the reason why Bara was in front of him. And sure enough, that phone doesn't exist. "Sup ...!" nabila's wrath in the heart.

"Father!" ezra shouted towards the father. He gave his mother's cell phone to Bara and immediately Bara received it.

"Papa," muttered Adel with a face of disbelief. How unlikely. He really can't talk. This situation was too sudden, who was this man. Why does Ezra call him papa. Could Nabila have married again? How can!

"I already have evidence here" Bara said brandishing Nabila's phone and then put the phone into the pocket of the suit he was wearing. "Durant!" call Bara.

"Transfer 50 million money on this crazy woman. And next, you also know ...."

"Don't we just kill him, sir?" durant whisper. Nabila immediately turned his head, he clearly heard the sentence that came out of the man's mouth.

"Akh, yes .. I understand Mister, just make it bankrupt. Please Sir!" Durant reached out, asking Bara to get back into his car.

"Come on!" the word Bara pulled Nabila's hand.

"wait. Uncle Purnomo!" nabila looked towards the cafe.

"The durant has already paid off all your debts!"

"What?"

Instead of Bara responding, Ezra smiled, pulling one of Bara's hands so they could leave the place immediately. Bara moved his head as if to say that Nabila should go now. Inevitably Nabila followed Bara, he glanced at Purnomo then bowed, Purnomo smiled as he waved his hand. And when Durant was about to close the car door, Nabila could still see Adelia who was looking at him with a confused look. After the woman, Nabila was very confident, if after this, Adelia's career would really be destroyed. Just like what he experienced 5 years ago.

The situation in the car became very quiet when the car door was closed.

"P3K Box, Durant!" bara.

Durant nodded, he thrust out the P3K box without making a sound.

"Give me your hand!" tell Bara to Nabila. Seeing the unpleasant situation, Ezra who was sitting in the middle stood up and moved to the front seat.

"Ezla wants bobo bental!" said the boy. Nabila just exhaled a rough breath.

"Let me, sir!" nabila said he wanted to take the P3K box from Bara's hand, but Bara refused it.

"I'm not taking a chance, Nabila. Just give me your hand!" tell Bara in a slow voice but full of decisiveness.

The woman finally collapsed, she thrust out her right hand so that Bara could directly treat the hand. With a very slow movement, Bara opened a handkerchief that wrapped Nabila's fingers. He looked at the scratches on the finger carefully, timidly if something was left behind.

"Hold on a little bit" Bara said as he wanted to wash the wound with alcohol. Nabila can only take a breath, and exhale slowly.

"Actually, who's that crazy woman, Nabila?" asked Bara while looking into Nabila's eyes.