The (Former) Mafia
32. Fill Heart Nabila

Nabila continued to move agitatedly in her sitting, the woman biting the nails on her fingers as the shadow of Bara's gaze that seemed to want to kill him was very clearly. Nabila knew he had made a mistake, but ..he never considered more of a relationship between him and the director of finance at the company.

With all his anxiety, Nabila moved from his seat. He glanced at the watch on his wrist, it was time to go home, he could calm down at home cooking and maybe he could explain everything to Bara later.

While Nabila was still with his anxiety, Bara had already arrived at his apartment first. The man went inside and said his greetings.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Papa!"

Ezra ran over to his papa. Bara gave a small smile, she crouched down then let Ezra hug her neck. For some reason, when he was feeling uneasy, this little fellow's embrace always gave him a hint of calmness.

"Papa's Tumben's coming home, Papa's not sick, is he?" ask Ezra. The little boy let go of his embrace, extended his tiny hand for him to put on Bara's forehead.

"Loh, Papa's sick?" ask Ezra again. Bara's body temperature is a bit hotter than usual, whether it's because Bara is stressed or his body is not okay because it is too tired to think about many things.

"Fine is fine, my dear! Ezra's been eating yet?"

Ezra reflexively shook his head. He looked at Bara with a sad look. "Mr ... Papa don't get sick! Later Ezla make a good meal for Papa Bala. Papa want a poppup or soup?"

Bara chuckled little, he scrambled the boy's hair was fatigued. I want it to feel like Bara pinched the joint child's chubby cheek, but also kasian if Ezra is in pain.

"Do nothing. Let the mama rest, Papa will take a shower first! Ezra playing again!"

The little boy nodded, he kissed Bara's cheek at a glance then ran towards the room as well as where he played.

"Bas with the little boy!" bara said, he immediately went and performed rituals that he was used to.

....

"Assalamu'alaikum!" said Nabila brought a bag of groceries containing vegetables mayur. He placed the bag on the table and looked for the whereabouts of his little prince.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Mama!" yelled Ezra suddenly.

"How's your mom doing today? School's good, son?"

Ezra nodded confidently. The little boy rubbed Nabila's face staring at her mother with a sad look.

"Why? Mama's son is sad?" tanya Nabila returned a caress to her son's face.

"Papa Ma, is Papa sick? Body hot? It's been an hour Papa's been in, but Papa's not as clumsy!"

"Yes, Papa's name was a minute. Ezra playing with Mommy."

"Bak came home a little late, papa?" asked Nabila in a very slow voice, he felt uncomfortable for his workers. Although he could have paid more, it feels a bit less appropriate if we take someone else's rest.

"No papa, Mom! Just please!"

When she smiled, she rubbed Ezra's face then passed and went into her room and the husband's room.

"Assalamu'alaikum!" nabila. No one responded, the room was empty, leaving only her husband's clothes in shambles everywhere. When Nabila glanced at the balcony door of their room, the husband was there! In a state of only wearing a white shirt that is rather thin, even though that afternoon the wind is blowing quite strong.

"Sick father?" tanya Nabila while putting a sweater on her husband's shoulder. Bara did not move, even when Nabila tried to touch his forehead, Bara still flinching, but when Nabila pulled his arm, Bara did not fight, Bara did not fight, he only looked at Nabila as the woman placed her palm on his forehead.

"She took a cold shower?"

Bara was still the same, silent and now turned back as if ignoring what Nabila asked. The woman looked a little annoyed, she looked at Bara from the side while clucking her waist.

"Mother is angry with me?" ask Nabila again.

Bara did not answer, he went into his room and it even made Nabila more blood.

"Sir, if you're angry, you tell me! Don't confuse me like this! Indeed why if I meet with Mr. Fino, we do not meet both, there is someone else among us!"

Bruk!

Nabila slightly grimaced when Bara gripped both of his upper arms while cornering Nabila to the wall of the room. The man looked down, looking at Nabila without caring about Nabila who was grimacing in pain.

"You said there was someone else? Then, what are you doing with her? You can smile broadly with other men, but not with me. You want to have lunch with someone else, but not with me! Wh why? Am I so disgusting in your eyes, huh? I'm no better than that bastard?" jakak Bara was angry. "Why do you want to hide me? Why don't you want others to know about our marriage? Why?" Bara growling louder. He wanted to pull his wife's jaw, but hurriedly the woman was tepis.

Nabila let go of her husband's hand with the strength she had. The woman looked at Bara with teary eyes. "Listen to Mr. Bara! I've told you never to give hope to me and Ezra. You already said if you only want me to be a slave of the Father in bed, right? So what should I be proud of? I've been like a whore even though I know my husband's father ...!" Nabila held back tears that forced her to come out. "Father knows, if everyone knows that I'm married to you, and if someday soon we get divorced, who will be stamped bad? I am Mr... I am!" point Nabila at himself.

"I have failed once, if this time failed again, you know what the impact will be? People will think I'm the problem. Those people will not blame the Father, only I will be stamped bad because it has failed many times. I've been hurt enough by my first marriage, sir! I don't want that to happen again. Please ... please don't do this. Don't complicate my life!" Now the tears escaped without being able to Nabila weirs, the foggy netra looked at Bara with tears. "It has been enough that I have suffered with the scorn of people in the past. I don't want those dark times to come back! Don't play me like this, sir! I'm sorry. Please let me go if you don't intend to continue this marriage."

When she cried, the woman turned to leave her husband who was still staring without saying a word. Nabila became increasingly convinced that this man had never seriously intended to be with him.

"I don't hate you, sir! It's my fault that I was born poor!"