The Repentance of the Mafia

Lots of studying science

Next day.

Samuel, who was passionate about learning to pray, woke up very quickly. It was the lyrics of a wall clock perched in the hut they occupied. Even with the light that meets, he can still see the numbers shown by the clock.

At 05:00 Wib.

Samuel Mumbled. He was happy with his achievement this morning. All his life, only this time he woke up so quickly. Usually, too, wake up when the sun is up.

Samuel glanced towards the place where Hisha, Ishmael and Grandma were sleeping. His place was only 2 meters away with the place he slept in. But, it was covered with curtain curtains, as a barrier with its area. Yeah, there's no room in that hut. Samuel thinks Nisya and Grandma are still sleeping.

Samuel who wanted to perform the prayer. Hurry to the back of the house, through the back door. Because the moon is still full, so there's no need for lights. He could see the way, towards the well.

Saakk.... Saakk.. Saakk....

There was the sound of water being sprayed. At that moment, Samuel accidentally saw the shadow of Hisya who was bathing, behind the bathroom cover cloth in the well. Nisya's position was sideways from Samuel's vision, making the indentation of his body part printed clearly, which was wrapped in a wet saline cloth. That obviously made bira hi Samuel go up. Understand, he's a normal guy. And he often had intercourse with his comfort women. And now, he hasn't done it in a long time. That would make him tormented at the moment

Hhuuff..

"Astaghfirullahaladhim... Oh Allah... Protect your servant. Oh Allah... I want to repent!" He said slowly, but both eyes still glanced at the lyrics towards Nisya who was bathing it.

"Astaghfiraladhime..!" He said again, when he saw Nisya pour water into the core. That sight, really makes his brain travel. "So, this can't happen in a long time. That's the well I have to make the wall. Can't just be covered with cloth." Samuel spoke for himself. Pacing back and forth where he is now. Akhurnya, he decided to exercise. So that his mind is distracted.

Samuel left the place, before Nisha finished her bath. He didn't want Nisha to see him in that place. Sure enough, he had just arrived at the front yard of the hut. The sound of the back door opening. That means Nisya has finished bathing and entered from the back door.

Samuel who does not want to miss dawn. Rushing towards the well. Even though his legs still hurt when he was put on the move. This did not dampen his intention to worship.

Samuel went into the hut. At that time, Nisya had finished praying and continued to teach. His shahdunya voice while teaching, made his heart Samuel serene to hear it. I really want him to be like Nisya, good at teaching. But, at the moment. He just knew the Hijaiyah. Still smart An Ismail compared to him.

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The prayer and prayer sessions have been completed. Time to cook, breakfast. He seems to be busy in the kitchen. Grandma, clean the yard. While Samuel looks ready to look for the leaves of the grass. Or what people often say is a sago tree.

"Samsuls....!" greet the grandmother kindly. He was a little surprised to see Samuel holding Parang in his hand walking a little limp towards the forest. Since Samuel converted to Islam. The grandmother called her to be Samsul. Samuel didn't mind the new name. But he will not change his identity.

"Yes, you're already in this place." Said the grandmother.

"Yes my grandma." Samuel continued his steps.

"Yellow... Grandma follow..!" The grandmother grabs the pole next to the hut, then pursues Samuek's steps

Arriving at the destination. Samuel with his feet still ached, eagerly taking the duan rumbia. And the grandmother who was in charge of collecting it. Actually, Samuel didn't want Grandma to go to work. But the old man insisted.

"Sam, do you want to marry Nisha?"

Deg

Braakk..

Samuel who was shocked by the words of his grandmother involuntarily dropped the gala in his hand onto the ground. He looked at his grandmother with no faith. Then he again grabbed the gala he dropped earlier.

"Serious granny Sam!"

Samuel stopped his activities taking Duan Rumbia and refocused his eyes on the grandmother. "Mom, don't be weird. I'm a criminal, where she might want to be my wife!" Samuel answered lirih.

"Yes anyway. I was very worried about him and Ismail. If I die, he's who's guarding." Grandma said sadly. He sat his butt on the grass in that place.

"Grandmother will not die. Grandma must have lived long." Answer Samuel politely. "Again, if I and Nisha were married. He won't be happy. My life is threatened, Grandma. Sooner or later I'll be caught by the police. So, marrying me won't make her life any better either." Both of Samuel's eyes looked teary as he said that. I don't know why he is more feeling now. His attitude now, was very contrary to himself

"Grandmother will bequeath to you the science of Panglimunan. Science so that the enemy can not see or escape the sight of people whose intentions are evil. Sort of tricking Sam's enemies. Do you want to?" The grandmother very seriously offered her knowledge to Samuel.

"Haaahh...?" Samuel did not expect, the grandmother would lower the knowledge to him. He was a criminal before.

"If you want to. We can learn it after you can read the Quran. Later this science should not be misused to do bad things. Because his pantag is not allowed to do evil. Purely to protect yourself. And, you can't enjoy your wealth as a mafia." Grandma is serious.

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