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Mafia Misses Heaven

"Hafidz what is the tea made of? Tasty, Abi likes it." The mafia loved that tea. He did not expect that tea could be as delicious as it was different from the tea he used to drink.

The killer closed his mouth holding his laughter hearing the polite and sweet speech of the sangar mafia.

"This is a special tea concoction Umi, Abi most like to drink this warm tea," replied Hafidz.

"There still?" ask the mafia. He still wanted to sip the warm tea for one or two more glasses. The taste of the tea was delicious and made him addicted.

"Of Abi, the rest that Abi and Umi drink now," replied Hafidz.

"My dear, make some more tea!" The mobster deliberately returned the killer's laugh that way. How could the killer possibly make such delicious tea. At most he's just good at eliminating people.

"Oh he begins, attacking in a subtle way," the killer's inner self. He won't lose. When the fire starts eating be prepared to burn the naughty wood.

"Yes Abi. Later Umi make, it makes it good there are earthworms in it," replied the killer. Deliberately retaliating against the mafia who had dared to harass him.

"Ugh .. ugh ... ugh ...." The mobster coughed when he heard the word earthworm, while the murderer laughed with satisfaction at seeing it coughed.

After coughing the mafia glared at the killer. He was annoyed by the subtle attacks that the killer had thrown.

"Let's drink the tea again, while it's warm." The killer persuades the mafia to make peace again. Stop the cold war between the two of them.

The mafia took back her tea. Decrease his emotions that had gone up. Hiccups for the sake of gulps make him remember his childhood when he was with his mother. Every morning I drink hot tea with my family. Tea is an ancestral heritage that is often drunk in the morning with boiled cassava or banana. All those memories seemed to be replayed. Forgetting for a moment who he is now a ruthless and sadistic mafia boss.

"Hey, are you dumb? don't think slovenly, that's tea not a panacea." The killer mocked the dumb mafia from earlier.

His daydreams split as the killer whispered to him.

"You've just been drinking your brain tea everywhere" said the killer.

"It's none of your business" said the mafia. It's good to remember the past is disturbed. The killer doesn't know what he's thinking, making the mafia upset with him.

Hafidz was seen smiling at the debate between the two. Before long the sound of crying sounded loud.

"Hafidz here likes ghosts huh?" ask the killer. He thought the sound of crying was from kuntilanak.

"Mental killer tempe." The mafia whispered softly. Unexpectedly his fierce style turned out to be timid.

"That voice gave a goosebump," said the murderer softly.

"Umi, that's Ayesha's voice" said Hafidz.

"Aisyah's Voice? who?" ask the killer. He did not know who Hafidz meant. Is Aisha his sister, aunt, or sister?

"Umi forgot, Abi and Umi had two children. Hafidz and Ayesha" answered Hafidz.

"Two kids?" Both surprised. They think the problem here is only Hafidz being blind but there are other problems. Just came to the house that already had two children at once.

"Yes, Ayesha from yesterday cried, Abi and Umi left never to go home" replied Hafidz.

Both swallowed. Marry not yet. There are already two children who consider them abi and uminya. The shadow of being a parent comes to pass. Make them shake.

"Abi, Umi, let's go meet Aisyah! He misses Abi and Umi" Hafidz said. He wants the mobster and the killer to meet his sister Aisyah.

"Yes." Yeah." Both answered simultaneously. Although they were a little strange and confused.

"Where's this? If his brother isn't blind?" ask the killer.

"We kill them! Why bother to take care of a child" whispered the mafia.

The killer nodded.

"Come on Abi, Umi!" bring Hafidz. He walked towards Aisyah's room.

They both followed Hafidz into the room. Aisyah looks delirious. Sweat all over his body. He called abi and uminya.

"Abi, Umi, Aisyah longs" said Aisyah.

"Aisha's older brother, Abi and Umi are back" Hafidz said.

Aisyah woke. His eyes swept around the room. Staring at the two people at the door then looking to the side.

"Aisha, that's Abi and Umi" Hafidz said.

Aisha looked back towards the front. Look at a few minutes. No happy or sad expression. Just glued to a flat face.

"The boy is not blind, lest he know we are not Abi and Uminya" whispered the murderer.

"Let's get rid of both!" tell the mafia.

The killer pinched the mafia's hand.

"Aw ..., you! not yet your husband has been persecuted, you know who I am?" whispered the mafia slowly.

"Can't don't talk about disappearing right now" whispered the killer.

The two of them looked at Aisyah who was staring at them. Ayesha is not blind, likely to know who they are. Just waiting for Aisyah to scream and tell the truth.

"Abi, Umi" said Aisyah.

"What?" The two people were shocked when Aisyah also called them abi and umi. The call Hafidz had said.

"It looks like we're entering another realm" whispered the mafia.

"You mean, we're in the supernatural realm?" ask the murderer slowly.

"Maybe" whispered the mafia.

"We are the parents of these two supernatural beings" whispered the killer.

The mafia just nodded.

They are both amazed why the two children who are estimated to be 9 years and 6 years old consider them parents.

Aisyah got out of bed. He approached the two and hugged them tightly.

"Abi, Umi, Aisyah longs" said Aisyah.

The mafia looked at the killer, they both didn't know what to do.

"Where?" whispered the mafia.

The killer nodded. The two of them were unwilling to return Aisyah's embrace. So did Hafidz who approached both. Hugged them both, as if they were her parents.

"Abi, Umi, we miss" Hafidz said in tears.

"Don't leave us again Abi, Umi," said Aisyah who also cried.

"Abi and Umi won't leave you again" the killer said.

"Yes" added the mobster.

That night they accompanied Hafidz and Ayesha slept in bed until she fell asleep. They sleep on the right and left sides of the bed. After the two boys went to sleep, the mobster woke up the killer.

"Woman wake!" The mobster patted the killer's arm while whispering softly.

The killer woke up, staring at the mobster who was already beside him.

"What's wrong?" ask the murderer slowly.

"We're talking outside" replied the mobster.

The killer nodded.

They both walked out of the room. Get in the kitchen. The mobster lit a fireplace in a furnace made of clay. They both sat in front of the fireplace.