GORGEOUS MAFIA LOVES GUS

bring your head home, the life bonus

After the same affair of the Syahid family was finished, they headed to the house of Irul and Rohman which is only one village, they saw his parents had just returned from the tomb, and cried bitterly.

Immediately Irul and Rohman came down and approached the group, all inching fear, but not with the father of Irul and Rohman.

" They touched his son's whole body, leaving them confused.

" Original, they are still alive" said a father who touched Irul's body.

" Yes, the original "cried the father who groped Rohman.

A mother comes out of hiding, and isngsung kicks Irul later.

" Aw.sa sa sick buk, my egg broke, " said Irul who felt sick in his back and sat down, I can not make a grandson for mother.

" Yes real, can yell. "answer all.

" Who did we kill without a head ?" muttering people - people.

" I mean ?" ask Irul and Rohman together.

" From the Turkish government, sending a body without a head two, your identity !" obviously Irul's mother.

" Where is the aim ?" ask Jum Sidik's mother. Irul. " I'm sorry ma'am de Sidik died on the spot from being shot

" Irul answered while shedding tears. " That means he's right Sidik, although slightly ruined, but he's clearly "whispered face mother - mother. Jum immediately cried - so.

Rayyen got out of the car, then headed for the crowd.

" Waw his looks, who is he Rul ?" ask Yem, Irul's mother.

" He is an angel sent by God, our savior !" irul said as Rayyen approached. " Buk adikkan Sidik, because he, has received the same power, everyone, who died in the war, it died sahid, without being bathed holy, he said, so mother do not cry like this, this makes it difficult for Sidik to let go, we better pray, so that God puts in his paradise "said Rayyen made the heart of the woman in front of him, immediately stop crying, so that God put in his paradise" said Rayyen made the heart of the woman in front of him, immediately stop crying, and hugged Rayyen.

Rayyen returned his wounds.

" It seems that person is not a stranger ?" olivia, her sister Rohman.

" Src. . !" Rohman.

Tonight according to Rayyen's agreement to stay in the village, and follow the tahlilan at Sidik's place.

The next morning Rayyen, who woke up early, prayed at dawn, did not dare to wake Rohman who was sleeping with his parents. Rayyen chanting verses - verses al qur an melodious.

" Rohman, wake up, your friend has read the verse of God" said Slamet his father Rohman. His father who provokes as a meatball trader is ready to leave the market, Rayyen helps prepare his wagon that will be brought to the market.

" No need to Rayyen, you can be alone" said Slamet.

" It's okay sir, it's noon Rayyen's home !" Rayyen.

" Gold, the coffee was in the drink first, Olivia the girl walked the smallness in front of Rayyen.

" Look after your eyes, he's not a random person !" rohman said he warned his sister, the only one still in high school.

" What the heck brother, his name is also a business" said Olif.

" Effort for zina !" Rohman.

" Ai brother ! like this too, Olif is still knowledgeable "said Oliv and left.

" Hi woke up already noon" Rohman said instead of the response he made

" You also took away my lips !" rayyen said with a smile.

" Woy" cried the new Irul coming to wake up Rayyen's daydream.

" Surely you're still imagining Shun chen ?" Rohman.

" You're a smart guy, why would you prefer mafia anyway ?" ask Irul.

" He became a mafia there is also a reason, you can underestimate him, but not necessarily you are more noble in the eyes of God" Rayyen said. Rohman and Irul shake their heads.

" Where's he doing, he's safe or not ?" rayyen said, adding Irul and Rohman added a head bobble.

" Sir, the bigger the stall in the market !" said Irul who is also his parents as a seller in the market, base, stale want to mintak money.

" The bigger your bald !" yem said while menonyor his son's head, their house next door so usually joking, it turns out the three people there is a brother relationship.

" Now it is rare that shopping Le (in Javanese le it's a boy) add again now Indri, told him to take the money storage is not in accordance with income, so many traders retreat " slamet.

" So the market thugs are getting more and more silent - mena, already mute, belagakkak "said Rohman.

" Everyone is also head bobbing with Indri and his men" Slamet said.

" Where these two years he did not intervene alone, but rather his more cruel message" said Yem.

" That means well first, just cover up his cover " said Irul all nodding.

Rayyen who was at the door just listened.

" If you want to go to the pesantren, if you have not yet returned, follow it to the market" said Slamet.

" Good boss sir, all mintak" said Irul as he rubbed his finger asking for money.

" Said work, come home no money, piye to pack your son kui (gi mana sir, your son is )!" said Yem.

" It's still good, go home still bring the head, the bonus is life" said Irul made a head gel.

" Oliv, wear a polite dress" Rohman said when he saw his sister wearing thigh shorts with a short shirt, and covered with blezer se thigh was also like a caterpillar near Rayyen.

" Why sis, this is polite !" it was Oliv who made Rohman shake his head.

" You were a kid on deck, still in eleventh grade, not worth flirting with men, pity both our parents are attending your school" Rohman said gently to Oliv. Oliv entered the room while stomping his feet furiously. And come out wearing a hijab and a long skirt even if not a shar' i.

" Here I put on the hijab !" rayyen said as he grabbed the little girl's head.

" Thank you brother, sister's boyfriend in hijab so used to wear it ?" asked Oliv, Rayyen shook her head.

" I was inspired, just like Aisyah, the wife of Abi manyu, the thug, who was married, the national kiroati, she always deserves to wear any hijab, even if not the same, she inspired many women to become stylists, hijab women, who could create any shape !" Rayyen.

" Do you know ?" ask Oliv, Rayyen is swooping. " Aren't you Ray's famous writer ?" ask Irul. Rayyen.

" Now he's opening up a community of street children, he's,