Thought by Maid, Turns out to be the Mafia Wife
251. Not Easy to be deceived
El-Rummi eventually helped the young woman to find her missing son among the crowd of buyers of the market hawker. Arriving at a place far enough El rummi pulled out his gun and pointed it into the woman's stomach.
"Tell me who told you to!" threaten El-Rummi made the young woman choked.
"Master. Why do you want to kill me?" said the woman still wants to play the show.
"Veroni Zumarnis..! A former KGB agent who is currently a hitman. 28 Years old and now trying his luck in the world of modeling. Isn't that so, madam?" tanya El-Rummi pulled the trigger slowly until it sounded it made Veronika nervous. El was able to figure out who the woman was through the glasses she introduced just now.
The glasses worn by El can read the data of the person being spoken to through the person's body heat.
"Damn...! How could this man know my identity," Veronika's inner self couldn't twitch because El was ready to shoot her.
"I'm an FBI agent. I have the right to kill you because you are an international threat. I can get you a deportation from my country. Now say! Who told you to follow us?" Now El's gun is stuck even deeper into the woman's stomach.
Meanwhile Tamara, who was waiting for her order cake in the box, is now making a phone call with Syakira.
Suddenly someone nudged his shoulder and almost made his phone fall.
"Innalilahi," joked Tamara.
Not yet had he allowed his footing to stand perfectly, the man pretended to ask his wife.
"Sorry miss! Did you see my wife looking for our son?" ask the man.
Tamara was silent for a moment and mentioned the characteristics of the woman who invited El to look for a child.
"Your wife is with my husband looking for your son. Just try calling your wife's phone. Why ask me?" said Tamara who began to suspect the man in front of her could speak Arabic with her.
"Something's wrong with this guy. How did she know that I was an Arab when many of the women here wore the same veil as me and not necessarily an Arab," Tamara's inner self purposely retreated and stood closer to the cake seller.
"Help me...!" pinta Tamara half-whispered to the baker in Indonesian so much that she heard a lisp on the cake seller who understood Tamara was in danger.
"Go from here, sir! This woman does not want to be disturbed by you," said the baker's mother, who forcibly evicted the man in a jacket similar to the brandal.
"But her husband took my wife.. She must've.-"
"You want me to call you a thief so that the masses beat you up here, huh?!" threatening the mother of the cake seller made the delinquent man immediately leave the place. Tamara hugged the mother of the cake seller with a feeling of relief.
"Alhamdulillah. Thank you ma'am" said Tamara not much.
"Sama-sama non," replied the baker's mother and then gave 4 dus of her order Tamara cake with a red crackle.
Tamara paid a considerable amount beyond the price of the cake which only ranged from one million.
"Non. This is a lot," said the mother of the cake seller coincided with the arrival of El who looked calm.
"Take it Mom! That is the mother of God. We were only asked to hand it over to my mother" El said as he carried out two cookies.
"Barakallahu fiqum. Thank you son" said the baker crying.
"From tomorrow until the end of Ramadan, I just prepared the cake for us. Later my men will take it and for the payment after the cake is taken," said El Rumi.
Both of them passed away leaving the culinary place. Tamara knows that El is currently facing a big problem with criminals. But, she wanted to be ordinary so that her husband would not think too much about her safety.
"Are you okay?" asked El-Rummi who saw Tamara just silent as if contemplating something.
"A.iya. I want to go home quickly because soon we will break the fast" Tamara said hiding her grief.
"All right."
El sped up the speed of his vehicle while paying attention to the streets that began to look deserted ahead of the magrib.
"I think I was wrong to take my wife out of the house in this fasting month" said El-Rummi.
In different places, Adam's car is followed continuously by criminals. Adam glanced at Syakira who seemed to enjoy the scenery out there where many seasonal traders peddled his remaining merchandise.
Soon they will enter Amran's elite housing complex. Two criminal cars followed his car. If you don't think about Syakira's pregnancy, Adam wants to beat up the criminals.
"Honey. Install your seat belt. I want to speed quickly to get home," said Adam gave an excuse.
"OK." Syakira obeyed her husband's request. Uniquely when Adam's car came from the left and El's motorbike came from the right to enter the elite housing complex that made Adam breathe a sigh of relief.
He honked the car horn to stop El in front of the gate. Adam pulls the car over and goes down to El and Tamara.
"Nearland. Can you go home with Syakira? I mean you please take my car and go home with Syakira. I have business with El for a moment. There's something we want to buy" Adam asked.
"Good brother." Tamara got down immediately and got into Adam's car.
Although he knew that these two handsome men wanted to beat up the criminals who were still trailing them, but considering Syakira was pregnant, he also chose silence.
"Be careful, dear. I won't be long" said El closing the door and Tamara left El and Adam out again looking for the criminal.
"Where are they going?" syakira asks Tamara who is curious about the departure of El and her husband.
"It's a man's business. We'd better not interfere" replied Tamara.
"Do they want to beat up criminals?" tanya Syakira who also knew something was wrong when she noticed two criminal cars that immediately stopped when their car stopped.
"Do you know that too?" ask Tamara.
"Aisss...! We know these two handsome men as our bodyguards, right? So, the business of beating up criminals must be familiar to me," Syakira said.
"Thank God that we both know what our husbands are doing right now. We should just pray that they come back soon and can break the fast with us" Tamara said while driving. Soon they will arrive at the mansion of the in-law.
If so, the criminal cars follow Adam's car and El's motorbike, now replace Adam and El chasing them. The streets were quiet enough to make it easier for Adam and El to shoot the cars of criminals with a gun that has a silencer so it does not disturb others.
Not long after, a shootout occurred in the street. Adam shot the tires of a criminal car that immediately deflated instantly.
While in the car it was no less fierce to shoot at Adam and El-Rummi. When he reached the road at the fork, El accidentally fished out another car chasing them while shooting at them.
Right on the street that's tether T, right, El took the opposite direction and was followed by their rear car which was immediately greeted by a container loaded with logistics goods snatching the criminal's car and dragging him as far as possible. El stopped for a moment to look at the car.
"Welcome to meet the angel of death...!" el grinned with satisfaction.
"Come El, we're home. The mission is over" said Adam, who did not want to serve one more car criminals who no longer follow them because of shock to see their partner's ill-fated car hit by a container.