Muslimah for Mafia Psychopath

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" What the hell, mommy tumben ngajakin get together." Andra asked again.

While Varo who was there became silent like a block of wood that was so flat, while Andre. The boy behaved as usual, indifferent and indifferent.

"Dad, what's wrong with mommy?" Andre is interested when Azka arrives there, without their mommy being with him.

"Daddy doesn't know, it looks like there's going to be history for today." Azka chose to lean her body and closed her two tired eyes for a moment.

"Don't you want to get married." Guess Andra innocently.

Brugh!

"Shut up!" Varo snapped at Andra after throwing a couch cushion at her sister.

"Where's Andre?" The two eyes of Azka did not find her son who always had a note.

The two sons of Azka moved his shoulders, as a sign of ignorance. Soon enough, the person who had just been talked about entered and sat down without looking guilty. The men sat in silence, they were still waiting for the main character.

Not long after, the presence of the main cast in the room had been present. Twisting both eyes to absent every face that is there, then heard a heavy exhale long enough.

"If Andre isn't around, then you'll all receive punishment from mommy." The voice sounded very firm, declaring the three men there to be goosebumps.

Instantly everything became frowned, even though there was a considerable curiosity. Azka immediately took her mobile phone and contacted the person who was the source of her female anger, but the call did not get a response.

"Where is the boy, Abaghfirullah." Azka rubbed her face.

There were quick steps like a person running, so the person appeared.

"Mom, dad. Sorry late." With breath still faltering, Andre entered the room.

Don't want to linger, after everything is there. Unni stared one by one the faces of the man who had filled her life all this time.

His three sons looked at each other, they did not understand what his mommy said and asked.

"Mom, what does that mean?" Azka brought herself closer, but Unni quickly restricted her.

"You really don't want anyone to tell mommy?" Back Unni pengtegaan his words.

"But mom, we all don't know what you're saying. To gather here, I don't know what it means either." Azka sighed to ease her emotions.

It felt like Azka was venting her anger over the current state, if not her wife. The person is sure to end up with a life that is not intact anymore, really making Azka should be able to regulate her emotions.

And his three children, they are still silent and also do not know what to say. The mommy looked so serious when discussing all of this, not usually.

After waiting for some time, Unni finally felt her patience had begun to thin out. Repeatedly beristighfar in his heart, making Unni must finish all that became odd to him these few days.

Putting down the items he found from his son's three rooms, his eyes now dewy ready to drip. In his silence, hoping for truth and honesty he will get.

"What are you hiding from mommy? Did mommy teach you to lie?!"

"Mom." Azka could not bear to see the woman she loved shed her tears, her heart as if broken.

"Stay silent in all your places, all this time. Mommy always believed in you all, but what mommy got." The speech weakened, his heart could not bear to vent everything he felt.

Everything is still in silence, among the confusion over what is said by Unni or others. So that makes his three sons still choose silence.

Unni's tightness was felt, because her own son and her husband chose silence rather than explaining to her what they were covering from her.

She took out one by one the items she found on her husband's desk, showing her three sons the items. Just contact the three became shocked and unexpected, really this time they were in a position that was not okay.

"Welcome, even decades, everything you keep so neat. Very good, mommy is disappointed in you all." Unni wiped away the water that soaked her face quickly, then stepped out of the room.