The Repentance of the Mafia

Tough guy

"I will carry Ishmael!" pinta Samuel gently. For some reason, the soul protecting him is so great in Hisya. If only, Nisha would have welcomed every help of Samuel. He'll be so happy.

"Ta, but you, bring a sack." His law is weak. The woman was already exhausted. Sweat had washed his clothes.

Samuel looked sadly at Nisya and grandma. I don't think he could see these two women suffering like this.

"Yes, I can still carry Ismail, and carry ginger in that sack as well." Samuel Seriously stared at the sack containing Ginger.

Nisya turned to Grandma, who was now sitting her butt in the bush, sitting cross-legged. "Mr.. Watch out...!" it turns out that on his head Grandma, one snake leaves the middle wrapped around a branch. Nisha point at the branch, the snake is.

Both of her eyes Grandma turned towards his hands. And grandma saw a green snake. And the grandmother looked relaxed. And the serpent went out of that place.

"Grandma what are you doing?" samuel asked with his.

The grandmother did not respond to Samuel.

"Grandmother seems to be praying, that the clouds may be kept away from us, that this journey may not be hindered by rain." It was her who finally responded to Samuel's question.

Samuel nodded weakly. If the situation is conducive, and he is not found by the police, he will learn the science of the grandmother. He will coax Nisya and her grandmother along with him, to a secret island not found on the map.

"Dek, Ismail's just carrying behind. I will take care of it." Samuel said softly, smiling thinly looking at Nisya, who was now looking at him kindly.

"Emmm.. Can it?" tanya convinced Samuel.

"Can, you can also still I carry the front. Ismail in the back and sack over the head." Samuel laughed.

His lips pursed. I don't like Samuel's guyonan.

"Hehehehe.. Joking. Come on, tie Ismail's linen." Pinta Samuel, when Ishmael had gone up on Samuel's broad back.

"Yes." Yeah." Nisha tied Ishmael's linen. Until his son was comfortable in Samuel's arms.

"My father is strong..! Hooray...!" ismail said, when Samuel assisted Hisya, raised a sack containing ginger to his head.

"Yes dong boy! papa's great...!" samuel shouted with his spirit. His hand was raised into the air.

"Yes... My shoes are broken." Nisya Complain.

Samuel, who had heard his complaint, immediately stopped joking with Ismail. He took both shoes off his feet. "You'll put on my shoes." Samuel shoved his expensive sports shoes. Yeah, the shoes, the wallet, even Samuel's phone, were still in his pants pocket when he had the accident. But his phone ran out of power. Samuel believes the phone is still good. Hence, he was excited for the city. He'll fix his phone. Take the money from his secret account number. And when he reached the city, he would not allow his grandmother and Nisha to return to the forest. He would take the two women away, of course, with the son of Ishmael.

He grabbed Samuel's nice shoes. He was wearing those shoes. "Greatness!" he lamented, "It's not good to wear it when it's big!" again, actually he was like that, because he felt bad, wearing Samuel's shoes. Because for sure, that guy won't have any footwear. They're in the woods. Thorns or other sharp objects, do not rule out the possibility of treading.

"Try walking. Despite its greatness, adek will still be comfortable wearing it." Samuel was friendly.

His mother got up from her seat. He picked up those expensive shoes. "Yes yes. Worn so good." Babe Nisya was carefreely happy.

Samuel just this time, saw Hisya smiling at him. It made his spirit rise a thousand fold. The sack containing ginger on top of the head, as if like cotton, was light. So did Ismail who he carried, did not feel anything

The grandmother took a long breath. It looks like Grandma has finished her ascetic.

"Let's continue the journey. At 11:30 we have to get to the river. There we were clean, before entering the village. Not far away, stay 3 km" said the grandmother spirit.

"Yes grandma!" Nisha, followed by Samuel and Ishmael.

The journey continues. Ishmael who was in Samuel's arms was constantly chattering. Singing and asking Samuel a lot of questions. Everything he saw he asked Samuel.

His who breezed with innate derigen filled drinking water, occasionally looking back. Seeing Samuel walking barefoot. Also greet the child, who looks more comfortable in Samuel's car.

"Emmm... What's your leg, not getting a thorn?" nisha asked, as they went back to rest. Grandma is tired.

"So, anyways, if it's just a thorn, don't die." Samuel smiled faintly.

"Oouww.. Yeah, not to die. But, if it gets a thorn, and an infection. It could also be dead." Nisha said, grabbing Ishmael from Samuel's lap.

"Emmm.. Mama, I want to be with papa..!" Ismail tepis his hand.

"Good boy, must be a good father too." Samuel said innocently. He caressed Ishmael's head gently.

"I, yes." Reply Nisya stammered. He turned his face away from Samuel.

"Let's go again!" Said grandma, rising up by supporting her old body by holding a stick.

"Come on... Come on...!" Said Ismail spirit. That little boy is very kind.

Nisha again helped Samuel, tying Ishmael with a sling on his back. Then, lift the sack containing ginger on Samuel's head.

The journey continues. Only 1 kilo meters away, they will arrive at the rivers of the lampung residents bathe and take drinking water. Even now they have passed through oil palm, rubber, cocoa, coconut plantations The signs of normal human life have been seen.

"Yes Allah... Thank you for your help! we finally arrived at our destination." Grandma said with gratitude.

In front of the eyes had seen a vast river and the water was clear. The river is also beautiful. They are now standing parallel to the river bank.

"iii... That, that...!" nisha shouted, pointing at Samuel's feet.

Grandma and Samuel turned in the direction they were pointing. Samuel was quite surprised to see the pacet stuck to his feet. But, he's tough. He did not want to appear weak in front of Him. Pacet numbers are quite a lot, there are five every foot. Moreover, Samuel had rolled up his pants. Because, when they want to get to the river bank they pass through muddy roads.

"God...!" Grandma took something from her tentengan bag that did from pandan leaves. That material he always carries. What my grandmother took was salt. He sprinkled the salt on Samuel's leg, which Pacet bit. Instantly, the pacet was limp. His body was blistered, with Samuel's blood being sucked out of his pacet body that was starting to disintegrate.

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