Thought by Maid, Turns out to be the Mafia Wife
156. Severe Depression
The night began to rise and show its darkness, but the sky was unable to show stars because it was replaced by snowflakes piled up on each side in Istanbul Turkey.
The white tapestry adorned the earth in His power. The cheerful faces seemed to gather in the living room while enjoying the warmth of the fireplace to warm their bodies when the cold penetrated the bones. If both newlywed couples wrap each other's bodies, not with the three singles who make a soft pillow to be embraced at this time.
Food was plentiful and some fresh fruit was served in front of them with a hot chocolate drink that was very fond of the family. Their laughter filled the room. The atmosphere of the villa that every day feels lonely now looks warm and boisterous because of the laughter created by them because of the jokes that smell humorous.
Satisfied with laughing with their silly jokes, now their language penetrated into more serious things.
"Have you found out who attacked us this morning, El?" asked Bunga who was currently sitting in the lap of her husband who was hugging her stomach from behind.
"There is a mafia network behind this hill related to the construction of an illegal gas pipeline project from an oil source in the mountains 200 miles from this place. Apparently they know the source of this earth but are not sniffed by the government because it is in the territory of the land owned by his family" said El.
"Do we have to investigate their case?" ask Cintami.
"no need. This is not our authority. After all we are not commanded to expose their crimes. So, we don't have any legal protectors to break the mafia. Just leave it like this.
The authorities of this country do not want to find out or pretend to close their eyes because they get a windfall from this illegal business and it is certainly the person who deliberately protects the illegal business. So, why do we interfere in their domestic affairs," said Adam made a wise decision.
"alright. As long as they don't touch us anymore, we also pretend not to know this. Don't let your identity as a secret agent be revealed here" Arsen said.
"alright. Forget it and we are free to enjoy the holidays here. Rarely do we meet and do fun things like we were kids before" said Nada.
"But, we must remain alert to the circumstances surrounding it. Who knows, they are still terrorizing us" said Daffa.
"It looks like they're no longer terrorizing us when they see that we're part of the owner of this villa. Because for a few hours we're here, everything looks safe" said Cintami.
"It looks like that person has a direct connection with Salim's grandfather's family. That's why they don't want to hurt us anymore" Adam said.
"Wouldn't it be, where we skied earlier to ski is the place where the gas pipe was planted?" Tone has its own assumptions.
"Do we have to check it to just find out?" ask El.
"Wait...! let no one hear our conversation and record it. There's a fear of an inside spy here. Vigilance is important and do not trust too much in people we just know," heed Flowers.
"What are you afraid of, Bunga? right now we are talking in our own language. Who will understand our language?" timpal Arsen's.
"If it's not recorded, they won't understand. How about it get recorded? isn't there a mobile app that can translate every foreign language with their language?" bunga.
"Astaghfirullah's. Why did I miss that" said Arsen.
"alright. It's late at night. Tomorrow we continue to ski. There's more we need to do here than trace other people's crimes" Adam said.
"Darling...! pickaback..!" spoiled Flower on her husband makes Nada roll her eyeballs lazy.
"Sad...! the newlyweds sontoloyo..!" the Tone in the Heart.
"You don't think I know what you were doing, bad girl!" growled El while smirking in satisfaction.
"Yes Allah. What's wrong with my phone? why can everything just be erased. Did I press wrong? is his phone error? where I don't memorize Affan's contact number anymore" grumbled Elif.
He finally chose to sleep because he could not tamper with his phone. While in a different place, Elif's lover reports to his boss about the whereabouts of his great-grandfather Salim's great-grandson.
"Sorry Mr Gibran! It seems that the group has no particular purpose with our activities on this hill. They are descendants of Mr. Salim who is currently on vacation," Affan said after getting information from his lover Elif when his granddaughter Salim's troupe just arrived at the villa.
"You think they're ordinary kids? Don't you see how they've crippled our members so many are dead and trapped in the traps they set up? if they are not geniuses there is no way they can get away with our members who attacked them this morning" said the mafia with a dark face.
"They're the descendants of the rich boss. It's only natural that they've been trained mentally and physically to deal with the enemy" Affan said based on information he got from his girlfriend, Elif.
"Go back to your place! I want a break" said the mafia.
The mafia digests Affan's right speech. If the descendants of rich people like the same mafia family as him must be able to master martial arts and any type of weaponry.
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Three days in the villa of Salim's grandfather, the family decided to return to Istanbul and ready to return to Jakarta. They plucked red apples that were enough for Nabilla and Amran as souvenirs. They can only enjoy the fruit that is there but cannot be brought back to Jakarta because it is prohibited by every foreign flight to bring fruit to their home country.
Upon arrival in Istanbul on the way to Salim's grandfather's mansion, Daffa again gets a call from his father Mr. Darwish who still survives in Turkey after completing his legal proceedings.
"What's up, papa?" ask Daffa who wants to get used to calling Mr. Darwish as papa after knowing Darwish is his real father.
Darwish who heard the sacred call felt moved mixed with amazement. I put aside that pride first because there are more important things than that right now.
"Daffa. Your mother is currently in hospital. His condition was very chaotic and he experienced severe depression after completing his legal process. He was unable to bear the mental burden he was currently facing.
Do you want to see Daffa? who knows if you can help him to come back strong" mister Darwish asked in despair.
Daffa did not answer immediately. His mind glared far away with an eye gaze piercing through every single snowflake that was still descending at this moment. His chest room seemed crowded when he found out that the woman who had given birth to him was in a state of severe depression.
The flower that saw her husband was only pensive, it could only sigh heavily. She already knew what her husband was thinking because he also listened to the conversation of the father and son.
"Find your mama before you're made sorry by a time that won't repeat itself. Appreciate every moment God gives you right now. Don't follow your stubborn ego because it will make you regret later!" bunga urged her husband to see Ms. Cyra.
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