The (Former) Mafia
Chapter 8. Follow, Me!

Ezra closed his eyes when he saw Bara and his mother meet. This boy may be very small, but when Nabila says that Bara is not his father, Ezra believes that. His name is also a child. However, it was not Ezra's fault too if he wanted to have the figure of a Father. For five years, Ezra lived alone with her mother, not unhappily. Only, the figure of a father must be he needs and he misses.

The two people were still staring at each other from a very close distance. The eyes of the two looked at each other. For the first time, they could see each other's beads from a very close distance. They were silent for quite a while, until, the tiny hand of Ezra pulled Bara's hand made the man slightly jerked and lowered his head towards the little boy.

"Mr ... Ezla wants to pee!" she was still with one of her hands covering her eyes. Make no mistake, her tiny fingers could not close her eyes completely. Bara could still look into the boy's eyes freely.

"We're leaving now!" bara said. He glanced at Nabila, flicking a finger in front of the woman's face made the woman re-conscious from daydreaming.

"Astaghfirullah ...!" Nabila stroked the chest while exhaling a long breath. Thankfully, the test for him was over, he turned his head towards the two men walking, really, furious that a Nabila heart saw how annoying Ezra and Bara were. I don't know why they got along so quickly, but. Not once did Nabila twice receive a friend invitation from men, and on average they were all good people, but, never once did Ezra accept them. Let alone accepting the look he was so reluctant.

"Is he probably wearing a knick?" gumam Nabila. He really did not think, why Bara could have a different attitude to him and also to Ezra. Maybe he had taken care of a child. A lot of things ran through his mind. Nabila does not want to be too dizzy because of it. Now he must focus on Ezra's recovery, only then will he think of a way to keep his life safe from ferocious predators such as the stump crocodile.

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Day after day has passed, day has changed night, and vice versa. Ezra's health had improved, and today, the boy was allowed to go home.

"Congratulations, Ezra!" doctor Fathan said as he rubbed Ezra's head gently. "Now you're healed. Don't come by here again, yeah!"

The ball turns the eye slowly. Who wants to go to the hospital. If it wasn't for the force, there would be no way Ezra would be here.

"He's a little, crazy!" durant whispered to Bara.

Nabila just shook his head. Although Durant spoke French, Nabila understood little.

"Thank you, Doc!" said Nabila with a smile on her lips. They only met face to face for a while after that Nabila took a bag containing her son's clothes which were immediately seized by Durant. He's very deft, isn't he? Yeah, if it wasn't like that, Bara would've kicked it into Antarctica.

Doctor Fathan stared at the departure of Nabila and Ezra with a difficult gaze to decipher. He should be happy because Ezra is healed and they can go home. However, Fathan's small heart seemed to reject the departure of those people.

Drtts! Drtts!

Fathan took the phone from the pocket of the white suit he was wearing. The doctor stuck his phone to his ear when he found out who was calling.

"Yes, Mom. Okay, I'll pick him up now. Yes, thank you!"

"Lady!" call Fathan while smiling to pick up a child who is pursing his lips on the bench in front of his school. "I'm sorry, dear. Dad was unintentionally. Tomorrow I'll pick up Nana on time. Tomorrow I'm off!"

The girl did not answer. He would rather miss leaving his father than listen to the father's never-ending babble.

"Thank you, Mom. Sorry!" fathan said, bowing and then getting into his car. Unpleasant things happen, which at that time, Nana instead sat in the back seat instead of sitting next to him. If it's like this, Fathan knows that Nana's anger scale isn't a small scale.

"Honey .. don't be angry anymore, yeah ... I promise you, tomorrow is not too late."

Nana, that 5-year-old boy is still flinching. There was nothing he wanted to say to his father. Maybe because he was too disappointed.

Fathan exhaled a rough breath. He chose to drive his car without waiting for Nana's approval. That little boy is a little special. She's a girl but has a strong stance, Fathan knew it when Nana was 3. He could no longer manage his son and his son never wanted to when Fathan asked him to follow what Fathan wanted.

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Nabila and also the Father of the Former Mafia his brother arrived in front of a rented house three plots that had Nabila and Ezra lived one year ago. A very simple house, but, can make a Bara stupefied. Yes, for Bara, this house looks more like a hut, ah, no, maybe a star cage because he never set foot in a very small house like this.

"Awas, Boss!" remember Durant to Bara when his boss was going through the door. The door was clearly almost 2 meters high, the Durant was too excessive. Bara couldn't have hit the door frame, right?

"So this, your cage?" ask Bara to Nabila and Ezra.

Nabila did not answer, he just shook his head, put a bag containing Ezra's clothes then looked at Bara with a dislike gaze. "Sir, my son and I have arrived safely. Now, Mr and Mr. Durian ...!"

"Durant, Mistress!" refuting Assistant Bara.

"Yes, I mean that. The point is, you guys go home first. Although there's my mahram here" Nabila said to Ezra, "but it would be nice if you left right now. I'm going to start working after Ezra can really get me to tip over to people."

Bara smiled disdainfully, instead of listening to what Nabila asked, he was sitting on a chair in the house. "I want you and Ezra to come with me!" bara.

"I mean Father?" tanya Nabila was a bit confused. There's no way he's staying in a house with a jerky like this. Yes, maybe Nabila should be Bara's domestic assistant because of the agreement they made, but, if living in his house.