The (Former) Mafia
Chapter 3. Refusal

Nabila stared fiercely at the man in front of her, her pride completely dropped by Bara. In addition to making him suffer, Bara also wants to seize his peaceful life. Until whenever Nabila will not accept an offer from the man.

"Sorry, dear Mr. Bara, God willing, I will not need any help, you. Do what you want to do!" Nabila turned his face away from the man in front of him. He left the hospital room still in the patient's shirt because he did not know where the clothes he was wearing.

She pulled the tip of her lips. He let Nabila out of the room. The calculation of a Bar is never wrong. Nabila would return to her, even begging and kneeling to get help.

"You're sure that kid's still critical, Durant?" tanya Bara stared at the door of the room fixed.

Durant nodded, allowing Bara to get out of there. However, as he walked down the hallway, Bara turned to look at Durant. "The crazy woman went barefoot, Durant. Go find what she needs!"

His secretary nodded. Durant left Bara who turned the other way. Looking for the figure of Nabila to make sure if the woman will not be able to go anywhere.

"Basic, Fuck! She could have said she wanted to fuck me after what she did. Astaghfirullah ...!" Nabila exhaled a long breath, stroking the chest trying to dampen emotions even though it was very difficult. He ruined his life once. If this time he destroyed her again, then there would be nothing left for her. Life, self-esteem. They disappeared into the man's grasp.

"Hello!" he told the guy on the phone. "Ah, yes." Nabila's head dipped to the right and to the left, front, back. Everything is not out of sight. He's trying to figure out where he is now. His outstretched hand patted a nurse's arm, asking the hospital what it was. After getting an answer, Nabila immediately ran towards the elevator. He moved uneasily in that small room. What should she do .. her lips revealed a bitter smile. He forgot that he was not wearing sandals. Thank goodness she was in the same hospital as her son. Nabila does not have to spend money to pay for vehicle costs.

"Doctor!" call Nabila, when you see a doctor coming out of the ICU room. His chest up and down indicates if his breathing is very fast. Because he's the one who runs like a man in pursuit of a goose.

"Go to my room for a minute!" said the doctor. Nabila nodded, following the doctor who treated Ezra so that he could sit at the doctor's desk.

"So like this. See the condition of the child, Mother. I can't promise anything. If in a few days there is still no action, you should prepare for the worst possibility. Sorry, not that I was scaring Mom, an hour ago, Ezra was showing signs that she was going to open her eyes, but I don't know. If you have no chance of getting a donor! With a heavy heart I will say, I'd better just let Ezra go. The cost of care in the ICU room is not small. Don't come because of this, I'm stuck. Better to use the money for the living."

The clear thread dripped back from the corner of Nabila's eye. The woman looked down, she knew very well that finding a donor was a very difficult thing. Maybe this is also the reason why doctors say this painful thing. Nabila knew if he was poor, but to give up now, Nabila could not.

"I'd like to see my son for a minute, Doc! Thank you!"

The doctor nodded, and Nabila walked out of the room with an erratic feeling. Gontai's steps. Nabila entered Ezra's room after wearing sterile clothes. Staring at the little angel in front of him with a pushy look. My God, should a child this small feel excruciating pain? Wasn't it enough for the last few years that Ezra had to go back to the hospital to wash his blood?

"Darling ...!" call Nabila holding a tiny hand soft Ezra. His eyes were already reddening holding back the crying. Her lips were shaking but she was not foam showing her sorrow to the little boy. It was enough that Ezra suffered, Nabila did not want to add any burden to Ezra because of his crying.

"Mamma promise, mama will do what's best for you. Ezra will heal, Ezra must be strong, dear! Mom ... Mama will be looking for a donor. Ezra doesn't have to wear a catheter anymore. Ezra will definitely heal. Wait for my mom, baby!"

As hard as Nabila tried to toughen up, he could not. It's too painful, only Ezra he has now. If he let go of Ezra, he would definitely be very sorry. His shoulders trembled again, the roar of tears could not stop flowing, confusion and despair haunted him. Ezra had to heal, but in what way Nabila was looking for a donor that quickly.

A large hand was stretched out before his eyes. A pair of very pretty sandals the hand was put down in a slow motion. Nabila looked up, although he was still as excited and his eyes blurred with tears, it did not necessarily make Nabila did not know who was standing in front of him.

"I told you only I can help you, Chick. Finding an organ donor is not as easy as finding a blood donor. If you don't accept my offer, you'll lose your son!"

This time Nabila did not wince. His brain is completely dead. He wiped his tears rough. Walk near Bara then sit beside the man.

"Your terms!" said Nabila with a downcast face. "Is there no other requirement. I can do any job," he said again. Now he could look into Bara's eyes even though his hands were shaking violently.

Bara again smiled, "I only asked for one night, slept one night with me, and I'll give you everything you want. In fact, career. I'll give it my all."

Both of Nabila's hands were clenched. His jaw tightened, with the veins on his neck straining even more. He was trying to think clearly, but now was not the time to do that. Nabila is at the tip of the horn, moving backwards, there is a lion ready to prey. However, if he advanced with his selfishness, the abyss of death was ready to drown.

"Alright, I will accept it, Mr. Bara," said Nabila nervously. "But I have one condition .... Marry me for one night, after which you may divorce me!" she said with tears streaming down.

Bara nodded, he took something out of his pants pocket, then stuck it in his ear.

"Get a donor to, Ezra even if you have to go to the end of the world! I want, tomorrow the donor is already here!"

"Good, Boss!"

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Nabila's shoulders shook again. His crying voice was becoming more and more bitter. God, should he sell his religion to save Ezra. Please save him....