STREET THUGS SON CONGLOMERATE

MAMA FORGIVE ME.

"Bisri what are you thinking?" ask a handsome young man. His face always exuded a very soothing aura. In addition to handsome, hospitality and speech, he said it was good to hear whatever was said.

Behind the hospitality that the young man showed was like there was a hidden burden.

Mr. Bisri rarely spoke, he was mostly silent and his face depicted a sad look. Roman knows what Mr. Bisri is harboring.

The flight time to Lombok is still quite long. For that Roman invited him to eat again at a restaurant in the airport. A wide range of menus ordered Roman.

"But eat a lot! I have paid for all this! Honey if you don't eat!" roman said he ate his favorite beef satay. Roman also has no appetite, but is forced.

"Good sir." said Mr. Bisri eating food on the table in front of him.

Similarly, Pak Bisri has no appetite at all. But he had to eat in front of him so that Roman who ordered food for him was not disappointed.

There were thousands of questions raging in his heart, why Roman was so kind to him. Roman does not yet know that Morrin was killed because he was the one who took away three women who were exposed to the virus to be transmitted to the body of morrin the girl he loved so much.

But, why did Roman save him from Ghazan and Vinda who are now hunting him to be free from murder charges. Though Mr. Bisri is unlikely to divulge all the secrets.

If Roman wanted to kill him, why bring him to his hometown. Before getting to know Roman, Mr. Bisri only remembered now that Winda often called him a rich man and became the target of beautiful girls including Winda himself.

If Roman was an ordinary person, it would have been a struggle for girls because of the good looks on his face. Besides having a handsome face Roman including people who Sholeh. This morning when the morning prayers were congregated, in the airport prayer hall. All worshippers shed tears to hear the beautiful strains of Roman-denominated verses that invite people to pray together.

This man besides being kind, rich, handsome but his religion is amazing for Mr. Bisri. Rarely will we find a Sholeh man like this.

"Sir..," called Marisa looking at the ceiling of her room while sitting on her bed.

"Yes ma.., you're here!" lead Pak Rifky patiently waited for his wife who was lying sick.

"Roman.., where..," asked Marisa slacking weakly in tears.

"Roman isn't going anywhere, Roman just wants to be alone, he just lost a much loved one. I'll be home soon!" rifky said he persuaded Marisa who looked confused and ran out of ideas in persuading his wife.

Mr. Rifky himself tried hard to live the incident that befell his son and he did not want to blame anyone. He resigned and hoped his son would come home to see his mother. He was a lot of Istighfar, his inner being was also struck at the thought of his son.

"Aminah..," call Mr. Rifky to call his maid. Mr. Rifky wants to find calm by going out to find a place that can melt his turbulent mind.

"Yes sir..," replied Aminah from outside running nyamperin boss.

"Here.., I'm going out. You stay here, don't go anywhere. Mumpung Marisa has gone to sleep, we change guard" Rifky told Aminah.

Aminah nodded her head and her body assented to her boss Rifky.

decades more Aminah worked for Mr. Rifky, many indeed the test of life that befell this family.

SERIATED,