The (Former) Mafia
58. The Stirling in the Morning

Marlina sobbed in a room whose size was not large, only fit for one single mattress with a bed under which there are drawers to put her clothes. The woman buried her face under the bed. Really, this is not an easy thing for him. Why should his mother ask him to marry such a man. What was wrong until he was always treated unfairly. He was already desperate enough to never be appreciated. And now, his mother instead asked him to marry an old man Bangka who has been married 7 times and already has 11 children. The wife who still survives only 3 people because many others are unable to see the madness of the Prophet Sukamat.

"Mother ... Marlina may be just an outcast for me, Mom. But Marlina loves Mom. Don't ask for something like this, Mom! Marlina can't!" she cried with tears that she could not stand. She still continued to cry, until in the end she fell asleep from being too tired to let out tears but, unable to take out all the burden of her heart.

....

"Mas!" muttered Nabila as a pair of hands coiled over her flat stomach. She was so amused because of her husband. Her husband's moustache and moustache hit her throat. Of course Nabila could not stand it. "Mas, stop! Amused ikh!"

Instead of stopping, Bara even more aggressively sniffing the neckline of the wife. Yes, Nabila is high enough for the height of the Indonesian people, but for Bara, Nabila is still too small. He who has a height of almost 190cm is somewhat difficult to adjust.

"What, why are we so busy at dawn!" tanya Bara was still reluctant to let go of her embrace. He followed Nabila, wherever she moved.

"Today I want to work again. Breakfast was a little early so don't miss!"

Bara who heard that instantly let go of his embrace. He turned off the stove then saw the wife's hand that was still injured. "This .. I almost forgot that you're still hurt. Why would you want to work? Is the money I give you not enough?"

Nabila frowned. The money? What money does her husband mean.

"I've created a special account for you. It's in the drawer. Didn't you see it?" ask Bara lightly. He took a shoe from Nabila's left hand and let his beautiful wife into their room. Bara again remembered the memorization that Nabila gave him. Also nothing Ustadz Faisal said about some of the things he had to learn.

Brakk!

Nabila put some account books and also credit cards there. Starting from black card, gold, silver, almost everything exists. What her husband is doing.

"This is what, Mas Bara?" tanya Nabila while clucking her waist. Instead of being disturbed, Bara instead smiled when he saw the rabbit bando on his wife's head. "Mas ikh, answer dong!"

"Keep, what's the other one doing?" tanya Nabila seemed curious but actually she just wanted to corner her husband.

"To pay bills, maintenance costs and others. Car tax issues and others will take care of Durant!"

Nabila heard what her husband said. Oh really, this he can't ignore. Ember outrageous. "Mas, why don't you just invest the money?"

"I'm also investing!"

"What?"

Bara nodded. He turned off the stove he had just turned on again, then walked around the table and led his wife to sit on the sofa. No, he's the only one sitting on the couch, while Nabila is sitting on his lap.

"Ustadz Faisal said, giving money, and taking care of a wife is the best form of investment. He said, if you are the one who will always be by my side. Every time I wake up, go to work, when I'm tired, you'll be the only one for me!" bara said while stroking his wife's face. "Ustad Faisal punl said, I should be able to take good care of my wife. It makes you smile and feel like the most loved woman. The success of a man is not only seen from the material. If my wife is unhappy, then I am among the men who failed!" said Bara closed by peeping his wife's lips at a glance.

"Coal Gas!" muttered Nabila with teary eyes. She hugged her husband's neck. She held her husband in a very tight hug. Bara. He wanted to rub Nabila's back because the feeling re-emerged.

"Darling!" murmured Bara with his hoarse voice. He shifted his body then pushed Nabila's body until the woman was lying with her head on the sofa. "You're not wearing it!" tanya Bara glanced down at the anger. A pair of Nabila's eyes were perfectly rounded. He held both hands in front of his chest.

"Actually, I'm not comfortable with having to wear that, Mom!" said embarrassed. Only today did Nabila dare to roam around inside the house without wearing 'it'. Nabila grimaced when she saw her husband's jakun up and down for several times. Did he wake the sleeping lion? Butwhy? Because he doesn't wear horse glasses.

"When you ...!" growled with a stifled voice. The man moved with a chaotic face. Why lately Nabila often torment him. What's wrong with him. "I'll open the door!" ketus Bara while passing. "Which scum annoys people this morning. Is this guy tired of living!" ketus Bara's. He continued to grumble with a breath that had no stop.