Jacob And Alesha: Mafia

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Hii, sorry, yes the author is late for a very long update. Mid-late last month, the father of the author died, so it is not perfect to type a lot of 🤧

But in the Lord, after this, the author will update the usual rich again 3-5 days 1x. Or even as soon as 🙏

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"The night is beautiful" said Alesha who is now sitting in the bamboo hall with Pia.

"Tea, peuk the Abah, teteh kalangsu, nya?" ask Pia.

Alesha nodded her head with a small smile.

"Kumaha rasana, Tea? Teu sieun?" Pia seems curious.

Alesha laughed a little hearing that. Of course I'm afraid. Fear that wild and wild animals are approaching them.

"His sieun atuh. Saha anu teu sieun ka langsu in the middle of leweng. But thank God, thankfully weh said you and Abah. Flavor na tea ciga teu believe me, but his eta pertulungan ti Allah, jalana through Abah Halim," reply Alesha.

"Ari teteh sareng si aa teas from timana?"

"Ti Bandung," replied Alesha while wearing one piece of fried cassava.

"Ari si aa mah ciga nu other urang dieu, is it?"

Alesha nodded, "Ti America the aa mah. Another urang Indonesia. But in Shaa Allah will be the WNI."

Pia nodded. Since an hour ago, he was cool to enjoy the night together with his guest, Alesha. While Jacob helps Abah Halim burn the gurame fish next to their stilt house.

***

I don't know what time, for sure, it's late.

Alesha and Jacob sleep in Pia's room, while Pia sleeps in her grandfather's room. Abah Halim is going on patrol tonight with people from other villages.

"Jack..."

"Hm... What, Honey?"

"Have you found a way to contact our family?"

Jacob turned his body, lying on his side facing his wife, "Not yet. But I'll find it as soon as possible."

Alesha nodded. He corrected his sleeping position slightly while pulling his blanket. In the dark conditions of the room, which was covered in oil lamps, and a cold gust of wind that slipped through the cracks of the bamboo woven walls, Alesha so remembered her childhood. Don't think he never lived on stage. A few months after the death of her parents, Alesha was taken by Grandpa Ujang to Bogor, and lived in a remote countryside at the foot of the mountain of Salak. He lived there for about five years, only when he was about to enter Junior High School, he returned to Bandung, lived in his old house. Mirisnya, it only lasted three years, because the family of Uminya who almost ninety percent of the Syrik to his family took over the house by forcing to buy it, plus Alesha and grandfather Ujang who was also in the economy, the house was sold, and they lived in a rented house.

"Al, why are you daydreaming? Sleep, hey," said Jacob gently, stroking the soft top of his wife's head.

"I miss my grandfather, Jack," said Alesha. "I lived in a stage house with Grandpa for a few years after Umi and Dad died. What is grandpa doing now? He must be very worried about me. How's he doing now?"

"I..." Jacob moved closer to Alesha, "Don't think about it, Lil Ale. Grandpa is fine. Many are keeping him in our mansion" he said, softly.

"When we stayed at the stage house, usually, grandfather always read me Surah Al-Mulk until I slept. He's the third best man after Dad, and you. I love him so much. Seeing her condition now getting worse scared me of losing her." Not noticeably, both eyelids Alesha glazed.

Jacob exhaled calmly. Slowly, he grabbed his wife's body, carrying Alesha in his arms.

Cup.

"Enough, don't overthink it, if you're sad or stressed, it'll affect Baby J, Lil Ale."

Alesha nodded slowly. "Grandfather always stood up for me when there was a family from Umi who was nosy to me. Even when sick, he prefers to keep working so we can eat." She looked at her husband, "Jack, I want to go home soon. I thought grandpa, I wanted to meet him."

Jacob nodded, "Me too, dear. I want us to go home soon."

Alesha slapped her face on her husband's chest.

"Sleep, Al. Tomorrow morning, I'll figure out a way to get us home as soon as possible. Okay." Okay."

Alesha nodded. He closed his eyes while confirming his sleeping position.

"Read the prayer first, Al," Jacob whispered followed by a soft kiss on Alesha's forehead.

***

Next morning.

Abah Halim arrived at his residence when the sun was as high as eight o'clock.

Meanwhile Alesha was sitting and helping Pia peel the yam in the bamboo hall.

"Assynoltom..."

"Waallaikumussalam.." reply Alesha and Pia simultaneously.

"Tos uih, Abah?" ask Pia.

Abah Halim nodded, "Atos." He did not enter the house, but sat down next to Pia. "Neng, peuting kan Abah teh ngaronda and then ti kampung sabelah," he told Alesha, "Nah, in the village sabelah mah bede jeung kampung iye. Didieu mah pan teu acan aya electric and anu ayena aya technology." He pulled something out of his pocket, "Well, Abah, Abah tea was menginjem hape to the Apit, the leader of the youth village sabelah."

Alesha's eyes widened when Abah Halim thrust a device at her.

"Sok, use hela I eneng jeng si aa event relations eneng family. Tuh, at the end of the village iye aya gapura border village sabelah, tah didinya aya tiang sutet. Seagrass didieu mah hese signal."

Alesha was quite surprised to hear that. Geez! She did not think Abah Halim would borrow the mobile phone of the next village so that she and her husband could contact their families.

Reluctant to waste time, Alesha immediately thanked him and rushed to see her husband.

Meanwhile at the mansion, Mona never ends her crying. She had just returned from the hospital, seeing her husband's condition. No significant elections have taken place yet. Wiliam is still in a coma, and of course, it makes Mona slumped, plus the existence of his beloved brother, Jacob, who until now he has not known.

"Hiks, Mommy... Where's jacob now?" isak Mona's.

Laura looked at her eldest daughter. She worries about Mona's pregnancy if Mona keeps crying. But he can what? Time and time again he tries to tell Mona that Wiliam will recover, and Jacob will be found soon, with Alesha.

"Hiks, Mother... Why hasn't Jacob been found? Hiks, why isn't Wiliam recovering?" Mona squeezed both of her thighs.

"Momy.." said Haris, who was sad to see her mother who kept crying. "Momy...." He rubbed the back of his mother's hand.

"Hiks hyks... Harris..." Mona lifted up the little body of her son, and sat him on his lap, facing him.

"Momy don't cry anymore." - Shout Haris, hugging her mother's neck tightly. "Dad, Om Jack, and Aunt Alesha will be fine, Momy..."

Mona rubbed Haris back gently as she floated a few soft kisses on the little man's face.

Until then, suddenly Rangga came with a half-strung face.

"What's up, Rangga?" laura asked, suspicious.

Rangga was silent for a moment, staring at the Big Lady, "Jacob just called the number of this house, Madam."

Laura looked straight at Rangga, making sure of Rangga's words just now.

"He's at quite a distance from here. But your men are tracking his location right now, ma'am," Rangga continued.

"Really?" Mona slips. "Where's Jacob? He's fine, right?" dismayingly.

Rangga nodded, "He's good, Alesha too."

"Find them a maximum of ten minutes from now!" laura's Word. He stood up, "You stay here, Rangga."

Rangga shook his head, "I'll follow Alesha."

"No! You stay right here. Take care of this mansion!" Laura insists.

"But, Mistress...."

Rangga silently looked down. He's pissed. But he can control his emotions and facial features well. Doesn't matter. He relented. According to the Great Mistress's orders, she will remain in the mansion.

"The ladder, how's Jacob doing?" ask Mona. He approached Rangga.

"He's good, Mona," replied Rangga, slowly.

"Where is he now?"

"In the forest village."

Mona is confused.

"Jacob and Alesha get lost in the woods, and they happen to meet a villager in the woods."

"The ladder!" Someone called Rangga. He was now standing right next to Rangga, "We've got the location of Mr. Jacob and Miss Alesha."

***

Alesha was very happy when she found out that her husband had managed to contact their family and there would be a group of people who would pick them up soon.

Time and again Jacob and Alesha both thanked Abah Halim for helping them in quite apprehensive conditions, and with his leisure, Abah Halim replied with a big smile and a nod.

Abah Halim did not expect anything in return. Jacob offered him a lot of money, but he refused because he didn't need it. His life has been prosperous and peaceful with his two grandchildren in a village on the edge of the wilderness.

But Jacob and Alesha had other plans to repay Abah Halim for them.

"Can you fight?" jacob asked Rehan who was apparently practicing boxing with a sack hanging from a tree. He deliberately ate English because it turns out, Rehan can speak English fluently. Abah Halim said that Rehan had participated in an English competition while still in High School.

"Ehm... No," Rehan replied a little clumsy.

"What is this for?" jacob asked as he touched the hanging sack.

"Practiced. I want to be able to master martial techniques," Rehan replied.

Jacob grinned faintly hearing that. "Really?"

Rehan nodded, "Yes."

"Then, do you want me to teach you some basic martial techniques?" ask Jacob, relax.

Rehan scrunched his forehead. Jacob can fight?

"I'm a former intelligence agent for a secret organization. Of course I can fight."

The deg!

Rehan choked on hearing Jacob's words just now. No way! Jacob must be kidding.

"My wife can fight too. I taught him." Jacob raised his friendly smile. "You wanna see? Can I borrow that little dagger?" Jacob pointed at the dagger lying on top of the bamboo hall.

Rehan nodded slowly. He's still tight-lipped.

Jacob stepped up and took the dagger. "See this!" He held the position of the tip of his dagger above. Staring straight at the fruit on the tree ten meters away from him.

Shortly thereafter.

"HUH!" Rehan jumped in shock with both eyelids equally wide. That's just amazing! Jacob managed to stick the dagger right in the middle of the tree top fruit ten meters more. "How can you?" he said unconscious.

"That's easy." Jacob flicked both his shoulders casually.

"Have you said?" Rehan looked at Jacob in disbelief.

Jacob nodded. He turned towards the door of the house where Alesha was standing there, watching her, "Honey, come here. I need your help a little."

Alesha nodded. I don't know what her husband was going to do. He just stepped casually while eating the remaining fried cassava that Pia made. Until a moment later...

"WOJ!!" Alesha squealed loudly. Shocked more precisely when Jacob suddenly just came forward and was about to punch his shoulder. Fortunately, he had a reflex. "God! You're nothing, anyway?" nagging it at Jacob.

Jacob grinned, "Take out everything I've taught you, Al." He went forward, running towards his wife.

Bugh!

"Owh, would you show off to Rehan if you're good at fighting?" the successful Alesha first dodged and kicked Jacob in the back, causing the man to fall down, "Alright. Rehan!" He looked at Rehan, "Take a good look."

Rehan gulped his saliva, still stuck in place.

Meanwhile, Jacob starts to get back up and attacks his wife.

"Quiet, Honey. I can't hurt you, let alone your stomach" Jacob said, selling his attack.

Alesha dodged quickly while dismissing every attack her husband gave her, "I'll completely finish you off if you hit or punch me in the stomach even if it wasn't intentional, Jack," she said, seriously.

Jacob chuckles.

Pia who had just arrived at the doorway jumped in shock. Almost his tray of fried cassava fell because he saw Jacob and Alesha fighting each other.

"Rehan, aya naon?" panicked Pia, ran over to her brother.

"Si Aa keur points to kumaha way na martial," replied Rehan, flat.

"Huh?" Pia was confused. Should he stop the fight between his guests?

"AW! Sick, Jack!" furious Alesha.

Jacob was indifferent, he was aiming for his wife's shoulders, and legs. Had Alesha fallen, take it easy, she wouldn't have let it, anyway, she would have caught it.

BUGH!

"Aragh!" Jacob slammed backwards to make his body hit a tree quite tight and fell down.

Alesha screamed in shock. Really, she didn't mean to make her husband like that. It was unintentional.

"JACK!" The pregnant woman ran and knelt before her husband.

Pia and Rehan were no less surprised when they saw the blood cut and the corner of Jacob's lips.

"Cokot medicine box!" tell Rehan, panic.

Pia ran straight into the house.

"Jack, sorry.." - Alesha. She was agitated because she felt so guilty about what happened to her husband just now. Blood flowed a little more on Jacob's side. Maybe because it clashed hard with the tree trunk. The corner of Jacob's lips was also bleeding quite a lot, and bruised.

"I'm sorry.... Hicks..." Alesha hugged her husband. Afraid that Jacob would get mad at her.

Jacob chuckled as he wiped the blood on the corner of his lips, "It's okay, Al. No cry. I'm fine."

"No, hicks. Sorry, I didn't mean it, really."

Jacob chuckled at the soft voice of his wife, "Yes. I-i know. Just chill. I'm not mad, hey." He let go of Alesha's embrace, "Don't cry. It's not a big wound." He cupped Alesha's face. Both slices of sweet chocolate were already glazed. "It's okay, it's okay."

Alesha pursed her lips and blinked a few times to hold back the tears from falling. "Sorry...." Once again, he hugged Jacob's body.

Jacob shook his head carelessly laughing. "Hows it? Have a look, right? Interested?" he said to Rehan.

Rehan was silent, looking straight at Jacob. After seeing Jacob and Alesha fight just now, for some reason, his determination to master martial arts became more and more. Moreover, Jacob offered directly to teach him martial techniques.

"I taught Alesha. He could even fight, fighting enemies with conditions that were pregnant. Once her stomach is hit by a blow or a fist, the stakes are the life of our fetus." Jacob stroked Alesha's stomach gently, "But..." He looked at Alesha, lovingly and with a warm smile, "He managed to keep his stomach from the blows of our enemies."

"Iye, A," said Pia who arrived and knelt while handing Alesha a P3K box.

"Nuhun" said Alesha, receiving the box.

Rehan slightly lowered his head. The offer was very tempting. But, he had to ask his grandfather's permission and opinion first.