Mafia Queen Married to Ustadz

Little Girl

Seven years later

A woman dressed in tight black entered a house in the area of a simple residential complex. After locking the front door of his house, the woman immediately entered his room.

A drop of fresh blood came from the woman's right arm splattered over the sink after the woman took off her shirt.

The woman washed her left arm with running water and wrapped it with a bandage.

A few minutes after cleaning her body, the woman was about to pick up a change of clothes in her closet. But when the woman raised her hands up, the towel wrapped around her body fell down.

Her innocent body was bouncing on a large mirror attached to the closet door. His body looks perfect, but a scar on his right abdomen disrupts his appearance.

The woman had touched the scar that resembled the gunshot, momentarily silent but returned to her original intention earlier.

Just as he was finished wearing his clothes, the door in his room suddenly opened. There was no one there but looking down, a little girl in green pajamas approached the woman with a bright smile.

"Yamaa"

The little girl spread out her hands and was greeted with a warm embrace by her mother.

"Tumben Mama's home soon?" the little boy plays his mother's short hair.

"Alin doesn't like it when you get home early?" the woman teased her daughter. His sharp nose he swiped on his daughter's cheek made the girl laugh.

"Mommy didn't cape?"

Once again the boy asked his mother, her round eyes filled with great care for the woman who gave birth and cared for him.

But his daughter's question was not answered. The woman quickly carried her daughter and took her into the room right next to her room. After putting her daughter to sleep, the woman returned to her room.

The woman immediately approached her cellphone, picked it up and picked up the phone from a contact that had been stored for a long time on her cellphone.

"Hello"

The woman walked towards the balcony of her room, the cool night air blowing violently blew her short hair.

"Shasa, is the task I ordered done?"

Shasa assures him and asks for the money promised to be paid cash to him.

After being involved in a serious conversation with his interlocutor, Shasa immediately hung up on him.

The short-haired woman then gulped down a glass filled with vodka she picked up along with the phone. His face, which used to look young, after seven years, did not change much. Her short haircut strengthened her adult look.

At the third gulp, a flash of memory a few years ago filled his entire head.

She had just woken up from her coma for three months and found herself pregnant. His still-weak state became even more alarming as he refused to stay alive.

He did not want the child who was born in the world. His life will not be calm if there is a tiny baby that will remind him of the figure of the man brengs*k in his past.

Once upon a time he tried to end his life by plunging from the tenth floor. But his trial was thwarted by a man who saved his life the other day.

A lightning bolt suddenly boomed, resuscitating Shasa from his reverie. The woman immediately entered her room and closed the balcony door.

Before it completely melted her eyes, the woman was so grateful that seven years ago she retained her womb. Otherwise, perhaps at this moment he would not be able to feel happiness that he had never felt before.