Muslims Are Strong for the Mafia

89: Changing in Fast Time

Azzura smiled cheerfully while drinking her glass of water. He almost finished a glass of water, then stood up to leave his seat next to the window. Simultaneously, Azzura's right hand placed his used glass of drinking on the table. But instead of being at the table, next to the laptop and the screen is still on, the glass ended up breaking on the floor.

Azzura's feeling was already instantly not okay. The bright smile also no longer accompanied her beautiful face and this time it was not covered with a veil. “Mas Excel ...?” only that name immediately disturbed his mind.

The worry that stuck out, also made Azzura's heart seem to be dislodged. His chest shook, so hard his heart was pounding. Azzura was afraid, something unwanted even fatal, befalling her husband. Because no matter how great an Excel is, it will still be dangerous if her husband has to fight alone. Especially the ability of the husband who is above average, making Excel is always the target material. Of course, only one possibility will occur if Excel loses or at least is subdued by the opponent. Excel must serve the opponent, if Excel really still wants to live!

Sighing deeply at once quietly, Azzura circulated her gaze out the window. Dusk was telling her romantic story of her beautiful encounter with the sun, after they had fought together for almost a full day. The situation that Azzura will also do when finally the husband came home until their LDR ended.

“Mas Excel will be fine. Now surely Excel mas is on the road because his business in Jakarta is already settled,” thought Azzura.

Azzura continued to strengthen himself. He took his prayer beads and it was on the nightstand next to his regular bed. As she grew and in her heart and mind Azzura also kept praying, she grabbed a cell phone at the desk. The table he left a moment ago.

Using her smart device as well, Azzura checked the presence of her husband's cell phone signal. “Still in Jakarta, ... South Jakarta. Why Excel is there? Mas Excel should already be on the return toll. Or at least, has started to enter the direction of home.”

South Jakarta and is the location of the Excel mobile phone signal that Azzura found, is still the place where Excel exists. Excel is still standing firmly in the midst of a vengeance. The grudge that has also demanded to be released immediately.

“Finally ...,” Inner Exel stared at the pair of legs that stepped down the steps. A well-built body that for him is not foreign even though now the stomach has become distended, finally met him. And that authoritative but deceitful face, only slightly aged. Right, Excel sure, the people in this house are the last dozen years he's been looking for.

Mr. Nice Wibowo and none other than Angel's father, have immediately stared angrily Excel. He's still on the stairs. There are still ten steps that he must pass so that he reaches the bottom floor of Excel is located. He was furious that Excel didn't respect him at all. The man looked at her defiantly. Although after he noticed more observant again, the man he knew named Excel was even crying.

“True, you named Excel? Right, you have dared to strangle my daughter? You did it consciously and now, you are actually very casually judging me through the gaze?” said Mr. Good Wibowo.

“Restore my father. Turn him on with power and your money!” assertive Excel. Both of his hands were still clenching tightly at the side of his body, while his tears were unceasingly sagging.

“Shocked, confused? So many lives that you have to sacrifice just to fulfill your ambition so that you are always considered holy beyond angels?” send Excel again.

“I who used to be in High School, still desperately need a father figure. Together with my two sisters, that afternoon I cried roaring when our father's healthy body, coming home crumpled and covered in blood. Mamah who at that time was no less hit because suddenly had to be a widow and a single parent, also the more you torture through threats and even a series of terror.” Excel sniffled at Mr. Nice Wibowo.

Through a change in Mr. Wibowo's expression, Excel believes the man has immediately tried to recognize him.

“I'm the meatball boy your daughter hit after Angel was drunk driving!” assertive Excel. But Mr. Bagus Wibowo immediately smiled.

Instead of feeling guilty let alone afraid, Mr. Wibowo even smiled to underestimate Excel. He took a leisurely step and stopped right at the last step of the stairs before the bottom floor. What a reality for Excel is so annoying.

“Now what do you want? I don't even know what you mean!” said Mr. Wibowo.

“I WANT YOUR LIFE!” firm Excel and has immediately made the jendraal surprised. “You took my father's life, I must also take your life!”

“Delight you say that to me! You know, that what you are doing is already part of the criminal act?!” firmly Mr. Bagus Wibowo while staring angrily Excel.

Simultaneously, twelve aides, Mr. Bagus Wibowo, arrived. From the adjutant who had escorted Angel, the adjutant who had Excel ban*ting in the living room, as well as the adjutant who had some Excel saw in the front court. Because it is so sharp that the memory of an Excel.

“You guys, ... You dare shoot this guy?!” firmly Mr. Bagus Wibowo with his gallant.

All the aides of Mr. Bagus Wibowo were immediately shocked by the confusion as their faces were also immediately pale. The general asked them to shoot people? It's really hard for them to believe!

“Miris once!” flow Excel while shaking inexhaustibly. He stepped over to Mr. Bagus Wibowo.

“You who are always thirsty for respect knowingly command your subordinates to shoot people. You still wear the uniform and what you do is obviously against the rules!” annoy Excel.

“Kill this guy because from earlier, he has threatened to kill me!” assertive Mr. Bagus Wibowo emotional.

“Coupl down!” continued Mr. Wibowo is still focused on staring at Excel.

Pak Wibowo's adjutants are not only confused because they are also directly in a dilemma. Their superiors, who were still wearing uniforms, suddenly asked them to shoot people. Exactly as Excel said a moment ago. It's an order, but eliminating people's lives is never justified even if it's the general's word.

Unexpectedly, the right hand of Bagus Wibowo, who had been wearing gloves like his left hand, pulled out a gun from behind his right waist. Like a knight, without a hint of hesitation, he held the gun using both hands.

Without excuse let alone pleasantries, the muzzle is directed to the forehead of Excel with a distance of not less than one centimeter. The trigger of the gun was also directly he pulled until a bullet shot from there.

Doooooorrr!

Fresh blood spurted, and the twelve aides of the general were already instantly frightened. Including the ART that there are three and flocked out from the back.

Excel's forehead was shot, but quickly, Excel's two hands grabbed the gun, followed by Excel who had immediately bombarded his opponent's sturdy body.

In the midst of a grudge that even made him feel no pain even though fresh blood continued to pour from his gunshot wound, Excel's right leg stepped on the general's head. In the next instant, he deliberately made the arrogant man's brain feel the heat of the bullet.

Not yet, Excel was completely unsatisfied even though his opponent's body had already instantly wriggled in pain on the floor. The reason fell silent because he suddenly remembered the situation of the father. In the past, his father died so horribly. His father's body was crushed, so he thought to make the general also ended with the same situation. No matter if a series of bullets had landed all over his body, producing fresh blood that continued to pour. In fact, he had been surrounded like a prisoner. All the aides there were already aiming guns at him.

Everything really changes in such a fast time.