The Repentance of the Mafia

Ayah

"Sir, help me sir!"

It turned out that there was a teenage boy trapped in a big hole.

"Oowww... Yes, you are calm, son. You must be helping you!"

Samuel put his backpack everywhere, as he was in a hurry to help the child trapped in the big hole. Samuel was looking for something he could use as a tool to help the boy out of the big hole.

"So soon, you calm down, boy!" somehow Samuel felt happy and close to the boy in the big hole. The face of the child was very similar to Ishmael. Nisya's son.

"Here, hold the strong!" Samuel stuck out a small but long piece of wood to the teenager, which he thought was powerful enough to attract the boy.

"I, yes sir!" the boy, whom Samuel did not know by name, held the wood strong.

"Yes, you can do it..!" samuel shouted excitedly, pulling the boy out of the big hole.

"Yes sir..!" The child makes a large hole wall, as a foundation for footing. "Aauuww.haw..!" He slipped, and again landed at the bottom of the big hole.

"Are you okay, son?" Samuel smiled faintly at the teenager. "Let's try again, you can!" he leaned his hand towards the child giving his spirit.

"I'm fine sir!" sahut the child, got up again, and grabbed the long and small wood.

"We try again!" Samuel pulled the wood back. The child also tries hard to climb.

"Abhkk... Finally....!" said the child roared, after landing.

"Thank God..!" samuel said with a faint smile looking at the child who still looked tired. His chest was still up and down, it seemed like he had long been trapped in that huge hole.

"Koq can get in that hole, son?" samuel looked at the boy.

The child got up, while cleaning the ground, leaves of the leaves stuck to his shirt. "I'm not afraid of the terrain sir!" sahut the boy, who occasionally glanced at Samuel, who was now walking to grab his backpack, was lying in the bushes.

"No hapal of terrain? aren't you the next village?" samuel asked, holding his backpack. Samuel thought that the teenager in front of him was the son of a village farmer, who was looking for wood or food in the forest.

"Sir, I live in a forest far away!"

Deg

Samuel was surprised to hear the child's explanation, it felt like his heart would be removed. Because the forest the child pointed to was where the grandmother, Nisya and Ismail lived first.

"Hu, the forest?" samuel stammered the forest he was going to.

Samuel was increasingly made to listen to the words of the child. His heart guessed at this moment. But, there was no way that this child was His son. How could Grandma and Nisya go back to the forest.

"I don't miss the road, 'cause I'm rarely here. Ceeeh... Because I was trapped in that hole, I was late. Look, it's almost late in the afternoon, but I haven't been to the village, to the city yet!" lamented the sad child, he was neat and ready to continue his journey. "Thank you very much sir!"

"Heey.. Wait son!" Samuel held the child's hand, turning back.

"Yes sir, sorry. I'm in a hurry. Again, thank you very much!" the boy said politely, he tried to release Samuel's hand which was twisting his wrist.

"Is your name Ismail Nak?" samuel asked cautiously. He looked at the child.

The teenager was astonished by Samuel's question. He looked at Samuel from foot to head with a full search. "I, yes sir. I'm Ismail!"

Graapps..

In one pull, the teenager's body was now in his arms. He hugged Ishmael tightly, peeping at the top of his head. Samuel felt moved, the people he had been avoiding all this time, even meeting in an unexpected place. The man could not hide his haru, because of his happiness. Tears are now pooled in the eye pelupuk, tidka can be held again. He sobbed, gently rubbing Ishmael's back.

Ishmael was clearly astonished, with this man who was embracing him. He made a small revolt, so that Samuel would loosen his arms. Samuel understood Ishmael's attitude. Finally broke his embrace. And he hurriedly wiped his tears with his fingers. He threw away his gaze, from Ismail's probing eyes. He can't calm down at the moment, Samuel is still emotional. He was very happy to meet Ishmael at that place.

"A, dad...!"

Deg

Samuel turned his neck quickly, and he had thrown away the sight of the boy, because he was ashamed when he cried. Called by the name of father certainly makes him wonder, confused and distrustful. Ever since he met Nisha in the forest, Samuel was convinced Ishmael was his son. But, Nisya never talked about raping saan to him, when they both lived in the forest. Apparently, Nisha has amnesia. He did not know Samuel in the forest. Samuel harassed Nisha with his brassiere, and was thrown into the forest unconscious.

However, knowing the fact that Hisa was Fredy's wife, Samuel again did not believe that Ishmael was his son. But, this time the child in front of him called him Father. That is right, Ishmael is his son.

"A, Samsul's father...!" ishmael stammered, not sure what he was saying. Because, the middle-aged man before him was a little thin and his face was full of insignia. It was very different from the photos he had always seen. The picture of Samuel on him, his face free from the sideburns. His body is also muscular.

"I, yes, I am your father. Samsul's Dad!" samuel said with a cry. Really, right now, they are playing a heartwarming scene in the middle of the wilderness. The noise of birds, crickets and other animals is a beautiful background sound at the meeting of the father and son.

Graaapl...

Samuel again drew Ishmael in his arms. He kissed the boy's entire face. The way Ishmael spoke. He was sure, If all this time Nisha told herself to their son Ishmael. Why did Ishmael call him Samsul? Only Grandma and Hisa knew that name, because when Samuel converted to Islam. Grandma changed her name to Samsul.

"Thank you, God... This is an unexpected gift from you." Samuel said with tears, as he hugged Ishmael. His tears soaked the boy's back. "Yes Allah... Thank you very much!" ishmael's heart trembled, hearing the words of the grateful father.

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