MY CANDIDATE IS A MAFIA

The Trust Broken

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Marriage certificate has been completed, the ruler said goodbye to everyone in the room here.

After his departure, Justin turned towards the drik who was beside him. A little nodding, he seemed to be commanding something. Drik immediately understood what his master wanted.

He's headed towards grandma amira. However, justin had also preceded him to go towards shaima and with a very fast movement he gripped tightly the left hand of shaima wrapped in a long sleeve shirt.

Amira rounded her eyeballs.

"what are you doing, justin? Release me!" amira mutinied. He looked at Justin with an angry face.

"Shut up!" justin in a low voice.

drik arrived who was

suddenly drik who was beside grandma Amira took out a pill in her hand, he thrust right on her face.

"eat!" justin ordered that Grandma Shaima eat the pill in the hands of drik. Amira looked at Justin's wonder, he was a little panicked, what did he want to do?

"no! you promised me that you wouldn't harm my grandmother, so what is this?" amira tries hard to escape from justin's grunts.

Justin did not flinch at the question of amira.he just focused on looking at grandma Amira.

While grandma Amira who was proffered the pill even looked behind justin with a difficult gaze interpreted. For some reason, when he saw this man, there was a trust implied in his eyes. There was a sense of calm when Amira was beside this blue-eyed man.

Grandma Amira did not know who he was, but her little heart seemed to say he was a good man. Then, grandma Amira without a second thought immediately swallowed the pill.

Not long after the "sir" of the middle-aged woman's hand fell down, she closed her eyes tightly.

Amira widened her eyes in disbelief.His heart was not careless, her legs felt unsteady on earth. He no longer fought with justin's grip, and justin also let go of his grip. Amira knelt to the floor watching the wrinkled eyes close.

Her tears were no longer dripping, only the words of Istighfar came out of her mouth.

A number of questions came to his mind. Wh why? Why does he trust this man so much.

Sorting will always come at the end, but amira knows there will be no rationing if we know that it is all the storyline that God prepared.

But, for now his life path was too thorny, to the point that he was afraid to step up. If he could step back, then he would retreat immediately.

For a moment amira just silent confusion, he realized when someone behind the drik lifted his grandmother's body and left.

Amira just stared at the car where her grandmother was taken without stopping her. He was no longer strong enough to just scream and cry.

"Bring him!" justjn's voice echoed in Amira's ear. This man stood in front of Amira before finally walking away leaving her.

Yep. Left him! By ourselves.

Drik who saw Amira still kneeling helped her stand up. However, was directly on the edge by amira "I can be alone!" his words are full of emphasis.

He went out of his house into the yard.

Everything was empty, there was only his favorite matic motorcycle and a drik driven car.

The day looks cloudy, the breeze sepoi stroked Amira's face.

Then, he was driven to the car. He turned to look at the house where he had lived for 21 years, and now he had to leave it.

All the memories were stored here, recalling the smiles of his grandmother and uncle when he first understood everything.

Now that the two loved ones are gone, his uncle is not right in front of his eyes, while his grandmother? he doesn't know what happened to him.

"God will never test his servant but according to his ability." The last message he received remembered from his grandmother's mouth, and he believed it, and always will be.

"Madam, I make sure your grandmother will be fine." drik disperse amira daydreams.

Amira did not look at the drik, she immediately turned towards the entrance of the car while saying, "Don't try to cheer me up!"

"Mrs."

"Don't call me madam. I'm not your mistress!" amira interrupts drik's words. Drik was confused, he could only nod his head resignedly. However, this woman was the legal wife of the master religiously.

"Miss, believe me, Mr. Justin never reneged on his promise." after saying that sentence, it was fun to close the door on the car Amira.

While Amira did not budge, he did not believe what was said drik because in reality everything was not appropriate.

The car engine starts and starts to walk away from this minimalist home page.

Amira looked again at the back of the car glass, she could do nothing. In his heart he simply said, 'goodbye memories.'

In the past, he was at the lowest point of his life and now he feels it again, but with a different time and atmosphere.

In the past, there was a family that could make him stand even though he could not, but now?

Indeed, he has no one in the world, but at least he still has a God who is always present in times of joy and sorrow, he has a God who loves him unconditionally, he said, he had a God who was there when everyone ran away to leave him.

His lips formed a faint curve.His heart was completely calm when he remembered God.

Her pretty eyes slowly closed, she wanted to eliminate her fatigue before she woke up facing her cruel world again.

Time passed, the clouds were still the same as before, still loyal to the gray color. Just like the heart of Amira who is unflinching, now he woke up from his subconscious.

When he opened his eyes, he saw nothing in the car. He then directed his gaze to the car window, from the outside he saw a magnificent palace-like house standing firm, white but more dominated by the color of brown cream almost similar to the color of his house.

The architecture is classic European style.shaima down from the car, he did not see any house on the side or front of this house. The left right is just a garden overgrown with shady trees. There is an elite housing complex, but it is far ahead of the entrance to this house.

Two people stood on the fence of this luxurious mansion, and two more people were in the post beside it. They wear black clothes like drik.

Before long, a woman approached shaima, her appearance was like a servant, her hair was in the ponytail, her body was rather small with her beautiful face, her age was like much younger than shaima. Probably about seventeen.

"Miss, you've woken up? let's follow me." the waiter smiled kindly at amira. He let her in, took her through justin's green courtyard and in the middle of it was a stretch of gray carport floor towards this mansion.

Some trees are neatly lined up into a very pleasant view. He could feel how calm the atmosphere was. He never thought Justin's residence could be so comfortable.

They walked closer to this magnificent palace, each on the right side of the house was a small building.

On the right is a garage building for parking lots of cars and vehicles.

While on the right side, there is a small building that is slightly leaning backward so that from the front of the yard will not be seen except from a short distance.

When it reaches the house, shaima is presented by a luxurious cream-brown granite floor.The entrance of this house is also very large. There is only one sentence that describes this house, which is "the palace of the king".

But unfortunately there is not the slightest happiness in the heart of shaima when seeing luxury in front of him. He had twice lost his most precious treasure because of the owner of this house.

"Miss, this is the main house. But the place where the lady lives is not here, let's follow me again." said the beautiful maid.

Shaima complied, and they walked to the left through this long terrace and finally came to the small building that he saw earlier.

"You're gonna stay here, miss." The waiter pointed to this little house.

Amira had suspected that she was married to justin not to be treated like a king queen.

he nodded to the waiter and said, "Justim, where are you sleeping?"

"Master sleeps and lives in the house" he said while referring to the magnificent house next to him. Amira smiled and nodded, at least she would rarely meet with justin if their residences were separated.

"Miss, there's no kitchen to cook in"

"Then?"

"I will bring food every day here. Miss just have to wait." shaima nodded while ber oh ria.

"What's your name?" shaima asked again.

"elsa, miss." she smiled.

Amira also smiles and invites elsa to leave. Then, He entered opening a small door that was inversely proportional to the luxurious house beside him.

The first thing that is served when entering is a neatly arranged bed and there is a table and chair on top of which a stack of several books are located here.

Amira opened the window near her bed. He saw the side fence of the house is quite high. Actually, he could escape through this fence. But, he can't just leave here, until he finds out where justin's hiding his grandmother.

There is also a closet next to the bed, after the amira open there are many clothes, long cardigans and skirts and hijabs in there. This is an outfit he likes to wear.

Did Justin find out about himself?

And the tears of amira that had accumulated in his eyes almost fell when he saw a prayer and a mukena also in it.

He doesn't know who put it, but one thing he believes is that it wasn't justin who did it.

Amira took a long breath. Enjoy the quiet and tranquil sensation in this room. He sat for a while in bed. When he sat down, he smiled a little.

this bed does not feel soft at all, even the mattress can hurt the body if he sleeps. The only thing that can make her comfortable is a thick blanket placed here.

"Tok, tok." there was a knock from the door. Amira got up from her seat and opened the door. It looks good standing there.

"Miss, mr. justin, said that you should not leave this room for one week" said drik.

Amira cleared her throat slowly. He's not mad if justin wants to keep him here for a long time. He needed time to examine what had happened to him, and he would accept what he should have received.

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