The Repentance of the Mafia

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The exhausted Nisya instead fell into a deep sleep after entering her room. Unlike the grandmother who can not rest even a little on the soft spiringbed. The old woman was already used to sleeping on the floor of her hut board without a pedestal.

"Yes God... This place is so boring!" grandma speaks for herself. She opened the room curtain. And there's a beautiful view down there. It turned out that the hotel they were staying at was now near the beach.

Grandma who has no friends talking. Finally, he went to Samuel's room. As he remembered Samuel his room was next to theirs.

In front of Samuel's room.

"Assynoltom.... Samsuls..... Open the door, son!" my grandmother said, knocking on Samuel's door. Yes, the Grandmother who until today we do not know his name, would love to meet Ishmael. Ishmael went with Samuel.

" Samsul's... It's grandma! " he said again in a louder voice, for Samuel to hear.

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Samuel opened the door with a big smile. "Yes Nek, sorry it's too late. So, get dressed again!" Samuel pointed at his body. Now a new clothes are attached to his body. Black color polo shirt, combined with navy color jeans. Samuel's appearance clearly looked handsome at the moment.

"Let's go in, Grandma!" The grandmother also realized from her daydream, when Samuel embraced the grandmother to enter the room. Samuel closed the door of the room with his feet.

The grandmother was still astonished at Samuel's appearance, which was neat and casual. Plus Isamil, who was excited with his new toy on the bed.

"grandmother... Look at this, I got a truck... Bruummm....!" ismail said happy, he was busy playing his toys that much.

Grandma sat her ass by the bed. Look at Ishmael who plays with his happiness.

"It's for grandma, and it's for Nisha." Samuel gave two paper bags to his grandmother.

With doubt the grandmother accepted. Then glanced at Samuel again, before he opened the paperbag for him.

"I, what is Samsul?" ask Grandma while removing the contents of the paper bag. "Shirt?" he looked at Samuel in amazement.

"Yes Nek. It's Grandma's shirt on now. Cause we're gonna eat at the restaurant." Samuel said with his cheer.

"Yes Grandma, and that's for Nisha. In an hour we'll be downstairs." Samuel was happy.

Ismail's lyric grandmother was also neat with the same suit as Samuel.

Samuel reached out his hand to grab Grandma's hand. "Miss, the money I used to buy all of this, is halal money. So, grandma doesn't have to be afraid to wear it." Obviously Samuel, seeing the doubt in the grandmother's eyes.

"Ooh..!" Grandma insecure about what Samuel did to them.

"Miss, you want to stay with me. We're going to an island. There we will live well. "

"Island...?". asked the grandmother in surprise.

" Well, I was able to contact my men who were on the island. And they'll be here any minute. Want ya grandma, stay with me...!" Pinta Samuel was hopeful.

"Keep my house in the woods?" the grandmother still seemed uninterested in living with Samuel

"When grandma doesn't live in my house. Nothing, Grandma would still be able to stay in that house. I'll take Grandma to the old house." Samuel said softly. He must be able to seduce his grandmother to stay with him.

"Well, can you go home to the old house?" tanga's grandmother convinced herself again.

"He's grandma, can. Later, we'll live there too." Samuel said with passion. "But if I'm still with Grandma's people."

"What do you mean by that?" asked grandma in curiosity.

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Samuel took a deep breath. "I'm a criminal, Grandma. Sooner or later, I'm gonna get caught." Sad speech. He lowered his gaze, feeling ashamed of Grandma.

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