Missing Voice Azhan

Silence Story

The Lamborgini car was driving through the dense traffic of Semarang city. The day showed at 9:30 am when Azriel took her wife out of the five-star hotel.

Actually, the man still wants to spend more time with his beloved wife. Understandably the two of them are newlyweds, so it is natural that he wants to always be close to his wife.

But his plan was forced to cancel because there was a little problem with the hotel that he had recently inaugurated. With a heavy heart Azriel was forced to take his wife to where his hotel was.

During the trip, the man who decided to drive his own car occasionally glanced at Akiia. The girl since getting out of the hotel and getting into her car kept quiet and contemplating.

Azriel wondered if he had done anything wrong to his beautiful wife. Or did he still want to linger long in the hotel earlier. Azriel was a little frustrated, because Akia was really tight-lipped and just shifted her eyes out the car window.

Gently held his wife's palm with his left hand, linking his fingers in his wife's lentik, then gently kissed the back of the hand. His forehead grew furrowed as Akia still did not respond to his touch, the man finally could only sigh violently. Realizing that his wife is currently daydreaming.

Meanwhile Akia who had been busy with her thoughts, the girl did not realize that her current attitude seemed indifferent and indifferent to her husband. Even the girl did not feel as Azriel rubbed and kissed the back of her hand.

Yes, the girl's mind wandered freely, remembering everything her husband told her about noon. Sighing heavily on his breath then slowly letting it out. Still she clearly remembered everything Azriel had told her that afternoon.

The Flashback

Mobster

One word however sounded very horrible for him to hear. His body stiffened with an empty mind. Well-digested one word that came out of her husband's lips.

A mobster is definitely synonymous with the most high crime rate businesses, such as drug deals, heinous murders, illegal jobs, gangsters and many more.

Akia did not expect if her husband had a mass that was so dark beyond her. The girl tried to swallow her saliva which felt so dry, even now her throat was so stuck with a deathly pale face.

The girl was not blind with that one word, she knew because her former life was so brutal, and was free to do whatever she wanted.

In the past he also had an offer to become a member of an organization, lucky Dhafa was with him at that time, so the man could control his behavior that almost agreed to the invitation of a gangster leader when the motorcycle race first.

Azriel, who saw his wife's reaction when she found out who she really was, seemed worried. He was afraid that if what he was thinking at the moment came true, his wife would leave him when he already knew who he really was.

"Yes.." Lirih the man called while touching Akia's shoulder.

"Well..." Akia was surprised and smiled faintly. " I'm sorry, I'm daydreaming instead." Next say.

"Are you scared ?" The man's tone looked anxious.

"Fearful ? Scared because of what ?" He asked in astonishment with a frown.

"About the old me."

"You haven't even told me everything yet, then how can I be scared ?" His voice was flat but cold. " Tell me, I'm ready to hear it."

"You remember our first meeting ?" Akiia nodded.

"I was a kid at the time, but I knew the black world, became a mafia boss at a very early age. I was so feared by the rest of the organization, although it still stinks, but my brain and martial skills need not be doubted. I'm so good at making explosives, and assembling weapons, that's why a lot of organizations have made me a point of contention. Who can defeat me, then I must be his slave and must submit to all his commands." The man paused his story.

"My past was so dark, even though my grandfather and brother were religious leaders but somehow I just deviated from the teachings that they had been taught to his daughter's son. I grew up to be an arrogant and unruly child, making Abah frustrated at that time.

Until finally at my young age, I was desperate to escape from the boarding house at night. On my escape I met with Rio who was being ganged up by some thugs. With my skills I can defeat them, even one of them is killed so horribly. And you know, it's the first time I've killed anyone." He said with a choked voice.

Akia was shocked by what she had heard just now, yet she was still faithful to hear the continuation of the story. She rubbed her husband's arm for support.

"Conscious of what happened, I immediately carried Rio's body that did not look what it looked like. Meanwhile the thugs who attacked Rio, they immediately fled after seeing one of his friends killed horribly. And I hurriedly left the place, before any of the citizens saw us."

Azriel closed her eyes slowly, enduring the tightness of each moment she recalled her past memories. The man threw himself in his wife's lap, hugged her waist tightly and buried his head in her stomach. Find the comfort he wants there.

"After escaping and Rio's wound improved, I intend to leave the boy. But Rio insisted on coming along and dedicating his entire life to me. I needed a friend anyway, so I didn't reject her wish.

During our 4 years in Indonesia, we both learned many things, and met people who worked underground. From there I got to know important people, and some organizations. With Rio I managed to form an organization and in a short time already many members became my followers. Luckily I wasn't tied to any of those organizations, so I was free to do whatever I wanted.

I named my organization Black Dragon. And I, as the head of an organization known for being ruthless and ruthless, for slaughtering my enemies without knowing any mercy. And there are many organizations that I conquered even though I was young.

Until the age of 18, Rio and I decided to leave Indonesia and head to Paris, a country famous for its large mafia. I went there in addition to thirst for strength I went because I wanted to be free from my parents' supervision.

Although I managed to escape from the house, Abah managed to find me, and every day he did not give up trying to take me to the right path. And from there my real journey begins."

The man stopped his story when he was really not strong enough to hold tightness, until his breath was stinged. Akia gently rubbed the top of her husband's head so that the man would calm down. The girl realized that it was not easy to tell bad experiences in the past.

"If you decide to leave, isn't it the time you met me ? What was that time.."

"Yes you're right, I went to Paris after meeting you a few years later. I remember our first meeting. A short little girl with a pretty headscarf on her head, and with her pede the girl came up to me and spoke pretentiously to me as if she already knew me."

Akia throttled angrily, then turned her face aside making the man chuckle. His head was further smuggled in his wife's slender stomach making the girl feel amused.

"Mas.geli jn." Pushing her husband's head slightly forward to get away from his stomach. " Why then did you leave immediately, not even long after your departure appeared some people with scary faces, they also had time to look at me. It was then that my body trembled with fear, and it was fortunate that my mother would soon come to see me."

Azriel looked back at Akia's face, smiling faintly before speaking again.

"That time..."

TB