Muslimah for Mafia Psychopath

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Staring at the items on the table, the four men there silenced a thousand languages. One by one they began to see the barnag, then immediately their eyes widened.

"Why can mommy find it!" Panic Andre grabbed the item.

"No! I really am so fucking late." Andra picked up a small book that was in considerable quantities.

To Varo, he did not utter a word in response to what had happened. Similarly, Azka, this time he really had gone too far to give completeness to his three sons and had an effect like this.

Sitting in an uneasy position, Azka sharpened her gaze to the three men before her. By rubbing his face roughly, think hard how to explain everything to his wife.

Andre and Andra both have genes inherited by their father. Where Andre has the Psychopath soul of Azka, almost similar to Varo who is so complete copy paste from his daddy, but Andre is only one of them and the nature of the rancor covers the dark side. It has made itself part of the underworld since childhood.

Andra, too, was with Ady and David. Inheriting his expertise in moving his fingers in the field of IT (Infomation Technology), so that until now he became a hacker who can be considered unmatched. Even David and Ady, now they both inversely study and ask for help to Andra every time there is difficulty.

For Varo, he had climbed the underworld when he was still very young. Even he has become a leader at that age, now everything he achieved is the result of his own hard work.

And the most worthy to be the easy target of anger of all this is Azka, he became the mastermind of all the events that happened. Covering it from everyone, especially his own wife. But all of them have a reason that is quite strong, where they do not want the woman they love to be sad about other professions from each of them.

"Dad, how's this?" Varo approached Azka who was already silent.

"Huh, let daddy calm the mind first bang. Facing your mommy requires so much patience and explanation."

"We're finished." Andre covered his face using the seat cushion.

Similarly to Andra, he walked up to Varo and Azka. Landed a part of his body to stick to the table, looking at the account books which were his.

"Will mommy forgive us, dad?" The youngest looked so sad.

Rubbing the top of the child's head gently, Azka knows that her youngest son loves her mommy so much. Her subtle and also reserved feelings, inherited from her mother's genes.

"Let mommy calm down first, if we force her now. There will be mommy will be more upset, understand what daddy means."

"Yes dad." Andra drowned her face on the arm she was bending.

Leaving the four men, Unni is now in her room to calm down. How he was not surprised by all that he got, for a dozen or even decades he did not know anything done by his sons.

She feels she has done her best for her husband, her children and even her family. But it turned out that everything was not as he thought, for now he felt he had failed to become a wife and also a mother. Blaming himself for all that has happened, in his solitude. Unni poured everything in her prostration and prayers to the owner himself, trying to stay calm but everything he could not live.

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The following days, the state of the mansion was so changed. This happened, because the heart of the mansion has now become so quiet. Unni, who is the heart of the magnificent mansion, looks so silent. Keep doing daily activities as usual, and will be alone after everything is done.

Even Azka who was in one room could not force his will to make the wife talk, which there would further create a barrier between them.

"Dear, I'm sorry. Don't shut me up like this, you've been dodging for days." Azka tried to open her voice when Unni had just finished her morning prayers.

Finished folding back the face he was wearing, Unni was still in silence and walked to prepare the clothes that would be worn to the company.

"I've prepared the clothes." Then Unni stepped towards the exit.

"Wait on baby, we gotta talk." Before Unni reaches the door, Azka first pulls her and hugs her.

"Once, you'll be late for breakfast." Unni rebelled and sought an excuse for Azka to release her.

"Don't be like this, you're silencing me, baby. Sorry, because I covered everything."

There was not the slightest answer that Unni gave to answer or respond to the words of her husband, her heart still hurts to face all this.