The (Former) Mafia
Chapter 23. Marital Accad

"Well!"

Bara was dumbfounded when Ezra said that after shaking his hand. "Easy then?" tanya Bara still doesn't believe.

"Yes ... Dad, have you been talking for a long time? Ezla aja who wrote the old goose duck cut song, Pa!"

Bara scratched his nape that was not itchy. He had indeed learned a long time about this lad. Of course he was very passionate, because he was going to marry his woman, Bara was really enthusiastic and prepared this from far away. Bara does not want to see the bulls when ijab is done.

"So, are you ready to marry your mom?" asked Ezra with a sparkling face.

"Ready, dong Za!" bara said enthusiastically.

....

Nabila shed tears after all witnesses said one word that indicates if she had officially become the wife of the man in front of her. Uncle Purnomo who became his marriage guardian stared at Nabila with a proud look. Who wouldn't be proud to have a niece to the wife of a big boss.

"Alhamdulillah .. the agreement went well. Mr. Bara seems to have worked very hard to be able to realize this marriage." Ustadz Faisal looked at Bara with a meaningful smile.

Bara did not answer, he just looked down. Glancing towards Nabila who was also looking down with tears. In contrast to Nabila, everyone who was there felt very happy. They hope that this marriage will be a good start for both. Although Bara and Nabila have not revealed their marriage to the public, they hope that everything will always be fine.

....

"Bobok ya darling, it's night," said Nabila, peeping Ezra's forehead and then enveloping the little boy.

"Thank you, Mama!"

"Thank you for what?" tanya Nabila looked at her son.

"Thank you so much Mama bought Ezla Papa Bala. Papa Bala olang is good. Mama don't even Papa Bala telus ya!"

When she smiled, the woman's hand outstretched rubbed her son's head with a very soft rub. "Ezra Seneng has Papa?"

Again the little boy nodded. He looked at Nabila with sparkling eyes. "Ezla is really good, Ma. Moreover, Papa Bala is very dear to Mama. Mama don't cry anymore, yeah. If there's anything, Mama's talking to Ezla, if not Papa. We will take good care of Mama. Mama don't beles-beles transparent. Ezla doesn't like it when Mama's sad."

Nabila turned his face away. He rubbed the tears that forced him to come out even though he was forbidden. "Mama loves Ezra too. Now Ezra bobo, son. We'll talk again tomorrow!"

Nabila came out of the room while holding his chest which was very tight. How about this, what if after a few nights Bara would throw it on the streets. For Bara, it would be very easy to break a promise. Nabila may be able to accept if he is only used as the lustful gratifier of the man. However, what about Ezra, what if Ezra finds out that Bara will only be his father for a few nights.

"Yes Allah ... How is this? What should I do?" muttered Nabila with eyes closed. The woman was crying in silence. He glanced towards the pantry, and there was still the dirty laundry that he had to clean. "Hopefully it can ease my anxiety" said Nabila.

The clock on the wall showed at 11 pm, Nabila stared at the door of her room with her heart beating very fast. My God, she's already Bara's wife. But why does it feel even like he will peddle himself. Nabila is still fully dressed, wearing a robe with a veil that covers her head tightly.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

"Lake in!" sahut Bara from within. The woman breathed a long breath. He did that several times until his heart could really feel calmer.

"Bismillah" muttered Nabila. The door to the room opened slowly. His eyes were immediately fixed on Bara who was standing near the glass wall while holding a small glass. Suddenly, it made Nabila surprised and immediately approached him.

"What is your father doing?" tanya Nabila snatched the glass from Bara's hand. He smelled the glass, his face grimaced. "Father why drink this, we can't drink alcohol, sir. Didn't Ustadz Faisal tell you, Father?" tanya Nabila turned around while grabbing a small bottle and threw the contents of the bottle in the bathtub in the bathroom. "What the hell, he said he wanted to change, but it's still like that."

"What's up, sir?" Nabila seemed to forget the anxiety he felt before.

"Tonight ... I want us to start tonight!"

The deg!

"Does you want to tonight?" ask Nabila with a stern voice.

Bara nodded confidently. Both hands he stretched between the door frames as if he was guarding his wife so that her little wife did not come out.

"Father ... I .. that, anu ... You should be that first, right?" ask her with her eyes closed.

"What was it?" tanya Bara lowered her head to the distance of their faces only as thin as a silk cloth.

"That!" point Nabila at her husband's forbidden area.

"What?" tanya Bara also looked down at the object that Nabila pointed at. "You want this now?"

"No .. no, that's not what I mean, sir!" Nabila flicked her hands with her eyes closed and cheeks flushed red like a ripe tomato.

....

A sigh of relief was heard from the woman's mouth. He smiled as he saw Bara sitting cross-legged in front of him while looking at the iqra he had placed on a small table between the two of them. Nabila felt her anxiety subsided a little when she saw Bara really wanted to learn and deepen her religion. It's kind of funny, but Nabila is very happy.

"What is this?" tanya Bara made Nabila gasp and refocus on what he was teaching.

Pull the blanket up to the chest. He really hoped that tonight Bara would let go. Nabila would not offer himself, but, if he could, he would try to dodge for a while. Both of his hands tightly squeezed the blanket he was holding. Eyes closed. Inwardly, the woman continued to pray for her salvation. Her husband had started to climb, but Nabila did not dare to look at her husband.

"Naval ...!" call Bara still sitting watching Nabila carefully. "Naval ...!"

"Hmmmm ... Why, sir? You need anything?"

"Until when will you call me Father? I'm not your father!"

Nabila opened her eyes. He turned his head, looked at Bara for a moment then turned his face again as he could not resist the pounding of his mad heart. "Keep, what should I call you?"

Bara shrugged both of his shoulders indifferently. "Ezra said you should call me Mas, or Darling ...!"

"Uhukkk!"

Nabila immediately sat down when she heard the words of her husband's absrud. Mas's? The darling? How unlikely. "My brother ...."

"One more time" Bara stopped Nabila from speaking. "Do you have no hair? You're not bald, are you?"

"Huhhhh?" Nabila gawked like a fool. What exactly does Bara want to ask.