Ramadhan Imamku (Accomplishing the Love of Allah)

Waiting to Plead for His Death

Happy Re is a happy-go-lucky

The dim light of the street lights became the only thing that accompanied the steps of Prita, who now walked along the sidewalk.

The tightness of the dry night breeze hit every pore in his body, which felt bone-piercing did not make him shiver, Prita very cold. But his heart ached more and felt frozen like ice cubes.

Pain, pain in the heart, so weak and slow. His steps were stung with cold sweat pouring more and more wet the pale face covered with tears, until finally he fell with a sobbing sounding heart-wrenching.

"Stop right there. Boss Alex is already waiting for you at the mansion, once again you run away. We will be forced to commit violence against you. It's an order from Mr. Alex straight away!"

Prita just stared at Alex's men blankly, like corpses that had no chance of life. "Kill me! I don't want to see him again! Shoot me quickly! Just so you guys don't take me to Alex anymore!" The stock of tears as if it had run out unceasingly, as much as possible and the chest felt so squeezed. It was clearly drawn from the figure of a woman who was used to being strong-mannered.

"You want to kill us too if we kill you? If you want to die alone don't take us, you fool!"

Plaque!

"Tolol you're Jasson, if the boss knows you're acting this way to the woman he loves. Could be your head chandelier." Jacob said furiously.

Once again Prita smiled with his own look, making the feelings of Alex's men were overcome with anxiety especially when seeing how the woman's nose that was bleeding, especially when looking at how the woman's nose, looking to the right and to the left is like planning something.

"Damn!"

“Job! Shit!” The bait was thrown from the lips of Alex's men after seeing Prita was about to jump from the bridge.

The sreet! Even Prita's clothes were torn apart, because of the strong pull of Jason.

"Truly reckless plus crazy this chick!" Bump Jason again.

"Hm...! Hm...!" Prita tried to rebel.

But the resistance just lost, the drug-clad handkerchief had already landed on his nose. Prita collapsed helplessly with her eyes closed.

Alex keeps calling Jacob's number, someone who's always been his right hand man who never let him down.

Memories that used to be with Prita became iconic remains that were very happy for Alex. Economic limitations, insults and insults that blaspheme, making Alex whip into the black world with Gabriel. Living in the suburbs makes Alex friends with Prita as a child. But the words from Prita's father used to make Alex bowed and embarrassed.

"I and my son are from a family that does not have, hopefully later Prita has a soul mate at least from people who are not from among the like me as well."

Words that are so piercing and still ringing in his brain to this day.

“Job!! Pick up your phone Jacob.” Alex kept on swearing. A stroke of worry and anxiety makes him always say rude. If Prita doesn't come back, just look at you.

Alex sat back in his throne seat, staring at Ramadan and Niko who were standing with both hands in the chain above.

Bugh!

Bugh!

"Akh-"

"Aragh!"

"What punishment do I deserve for Ramadan? You cruelly wiped out my only brother's life. Should I take away your sister's life as well? Or your wife? Which one should I choose? Both are beautiful, oh no-it looks like your wife is much prettier." Alex shows a picture of his wife Khansa hugging Fitria and Mira at the clinic, and a picture of Sera getting out of the car and stepping into the school gate.

"If you dare to touch my family and my wife, you will face me Alex!" Ramadan was so furious to see his loved ones being followed by Alex's men.

"Haha! Hahaahaha." Alex laughed out loud. "Are you making a little joke with me Ramadhan? Are we not facing now? What can you do now?"

Alex presses strongly on Ramadhan's legs that have not been fully healed.

"ARGGGH!" Ramadhan groans with all his might, so sick and sore. Injuries broken bones that have not been so healed are now again gaping to bleed fresh because of Alex's grip.

"Stop!" Niko who is powerless to see the brother of Ramadhan who looks so to withstand the pain that spread.

Bugh!

The blow now lands on Niko's stomach.

"No need to interfere you English boy!"

"Let go of Niko, my family and my wife, Alex. Your business is only with me! Don't be a coward!"

Bugh! Alex again landed a blow on Ramadan's face.

"Wicked you said? Then what's the difference with you? When my sister was cornered alone, you still shot her in the chest! And you're thronging with those gibberish." Two tears just fell, wet Alex's wide cheeks and had a strong jaw.

Drrt..! The sound of a flattened object ringing from behind Alex's pouch rang.

Jacob Calling's...

"Hallo! Where the hell have you been? Die off? Once again I call you not directly lift, your right little finger will be present at the dinner table tomorrow morning."

Sadistic! The same people themselves are not okay. Niko in his heart

"If he ain't sadistic he can't be mafia!"

Whisper Alex's men from earlier were beside Niko.

"Campret, can you read the contents of people's brains?" Niko wondered why Alex's men's guess could be right. All that was asked was the horse.

"Hurry and bring Prita to the base! Watch until you let your guard down again!" Threaten Alex then.

A prita?

Isn't the name of Hilal's friend who took care of Khansa while sick also named Prita?

Damn it! I hope it's not that woman.

"I don't have time to play around with you Ramadan. Because I'll be busy with the people I love."

Alex took out the iron, and a large piece of wood was loosened on the floor. Indeed, these objects have been prepared to torture Ramadan slowly.

"I still won't kill you easily Ramadan, you have to feel death little by little every day. Until I wait for you to beg your own death for me. Haha." huh."

Pranks! The strong, rectangular-shaped iron hit the chest of Ramadan.

Not enough to get there. This time a large wooden blunt object hit the head of Ramadan with a powerful punch.

Bugh! Immediately after Ramadan was unconscious, thick fresh blood in blackish red also flowed profusely from the front of the headstone.

"Noooo! Brother Ramadhan!" Niko screamed hysterically seeing Ramadan in such torment.

"Marco! Polo!"

"Ready Sir!"

"Torture them both until they faint, if they wake up again! Until they beg their deaths!"

"Ready sir!"

Without guilt, Alex leaves the warehouse area to clean up who will welcome Prita.

Seriate...