The Repentance of the Mafia

Story

"Awas, the fish don't get charred. I'm tired of taking it from the river." Nisya said sourly.

"I was wrong, huh? koq you keep talking to me!" samuel said, Usually before forgetting a memory. Samuel's the kind of guy who talks. But, while fighting Nisha spoke, Samuel spoke a lot. Somehow he was smiling to see the behavior of Hisya, who was angry indistinctly.

Nisya advised the grandmother on the porch of their hut. And Nisha did not protest at what the grandmother said, saying her attitude was not good to Samuel. Because Nisha is a good girl. He always respected his grandmother.

"Yes grandma. I'm like this, just want us to be careful!" Nisha said, when the grandmother blamed her, she asked Samuel to leave their house immediately.

"If he still did us evil. We helped him from death. Grandma doesn't know anymore, what kind of man she is." The grandmother said weakly. The grandmother was sewing the torn clothes of her late husband to wear Samuel.

"He's not human, he's a life-extracting demon. His hands have taken many lives."

"Missy.. Keep your voice down!" The grandmother placed her index finger on her lips. He looked at the grandmother. He finally got up from the place, walking to the well behind the hut. He will take a bath with Ishmael.

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The night after dinner. Samuel and his grandmother were enjoying the beautiful full moon on the porch of their hut. While Nisya is seriously teaching Ismail to teach. Ishmael, who was only 2.5 years old, knew the Hijaiyah. Even the boy, already memorized Al Fatihah, An-naas, Al-falaq and Al-ikhlas. Even Ismail already knew the prayer movement. It was all the upbringing of Hisya.

"Sir, I want to convert to Islam!" samuel said softly.

Deg

The grandmother was quite surprised to hear Samuel. He turned his neck to see Samuel's expression at this moment. Looking at Samuel's face. The grandmother saw the truth in Samuel's eyes.

"Bye, eemm... Is your memory back?" ask the grandmother full of questions.

Samuel nodded weakly.

"Where do you know if you are not Muslim if your memory has not been restored?" ask the grandmother again.

Samuel pointed to a picture of himself attached to the wall of the hut. Yes, a week ago, the police came to that place again. It turns out that the police were very confident that Samuel was in the hut. But the police are still not sure if Samuel is not there.

Grandma who has knowledge. Back to making Samuel, a visible creature. Its existence is invisible to others. Except the three of them. The grandmothers, Nisha and Ishmael.

"If I forget the memory, I can tell which Islamic name or not. Plus, I'm not circumcised." Samuel is serious.

"eehh... Eeh.. Don't ask me to torture you, son?" Said the grandmother shuddered amusedly, waving her hand, as a sign of not interested in discussing adult men circumcised.

"Oh the grandmother. Who wants to be circumcised." Samuel replied with a small laugh.

Hufft..

Samuel took a deep breath and threw it away slowly. He laid his body on the floor of the hut. Both hands he folded on his stomach. While his gaze now looked up at the beautiful sky, which was decorated with the moon and stars.

"Honest answer, is your memory recovered or not?" Ask the grandmother full of questions.

Samuel looked down at his grandmother. He blinked both his eyes. Although limited lighting. Grandma could see clearly the gaze of mta who said yes.

It definitely made the grandmother. At least, Samuel's true jima had recovered his memories. The man can go home. The grandmother looked, wanting to get out of her seat. Knowing it Samuel panicked. He was sure, the grandmother would want to give the good news to Hisya.

Samuel tried to get up with great difficulty. He held his grandmother's hand, so as not to enter the house. "Mom, sit down first. There's something important I want to say." Samuel said slowly. He didn't want Hisya to hear their conversation.

The grandmother and Samuel sat facing each other. And Samuel still clasped the granny's wrinkled hand. He looked at the old woman. For some reason Samuel felt his soul begin to fade away. Interacting with Hisya and the grandmother who is close to God, makes his soul calm and serene.

"Mother, actually, I didn't forget the memory."

"What..?" Grandma looked surprised.

Samuel rubbed his grandmother's upper arm gently, so he could calm down. "Yes, I'm sorry, I lied. At that moment, I was panicking and in pain. I don't know what to do anymore." Samuel is serious.

The grandmother was still insecure, wanting to feel angry. But, looking at the Mafia that used to have no feeling, now looks very good.

"I don't have much more time, Grandma. I knew, sooner or later, my whereabouts would be known. If that happens, I won't be able to accompany Ismail, Hisya and Grandma. Grandma, don't tell this to Hisya. I'm afraid, he kicked me out of this house." Samuel said slowly.

"The rest of the time I have, I want to repent to Nek." Samuel again.

Tests

Unforgivable, Samuel's tears dripped down his cheeks. This is the second time she has cried. The first time she cried, when her mother died. The grandmother was sad to hear Samuel's story. At the beginning, he was upset. Karen Samuel is lying. But when Samuel told me why he was lying. The grandmother could not comment anymore.

"Sir, I want to follow the teachings of Islam!" Still looking seriously at my grandmother.

"Good, your intentions are very good, son. But religion cannot be played. If you have already converted to Islam. Then you can't change any more religions." Grandma was serious.

"I, yes grandma" Samuel, who was happy, hugged the grandmother tightly. Of course the grandmother returned her embrace.

Creek..

The creaking of the door of the hut was opened, it sounded clear.

"Mr.. What're you two?" Nisya was very surprised to see Samuel and his Grandma hugging tightly.

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