The Repentance of the Mafia

Impossible

Along the way to the hut where they used to live, Samuel's feelings were not calm. His heart was pounding rhythmically, as his mind kept wondering if Ishmael was his son. And, why did Hisya even return to this forest? She has a husband, Fredy. Did Fredy dump her? Because he knew Ishmael was his son with Nishah?

Huuff...

Samuel took a deep breath and threw it away violently. It felt like his chest was getting claustrophobic, thinking about all the events, which he thought were very mysterious.

"Dad why? tired of?" ask Ishmael, who was standing before Samuel. Samuel's behavior that took a rough breath was quite attention-getting.

"Huhahh.. What son?" samuel asked a little nervously. He gently rubbed Ismail's head, then his hands spread rubbing the sweat on the forehead and temples of the child.

Ishmael smiled faintly. "Surprisingly, if it's old, the road far can't be anymore." Ismail cengengesan.

"Hey.. Your father is still strong. Even you can carry a fat daddy!" samuel pointed to his triceps.

"Hehehe... Then why did you take a deep breath?" ishmael asked, still looking at Samuel in full search.

Huuff...

Samuel sighed again.

"It's okay, son. I'm just scared." Answer weakly. His eyes look sad.

w2w

"Fearful? Scared in this forest?" Ishmael threw both his hands.

Samuel nodded weakly.

"Let's continue on!" Samuel turned the child's body. And the two continued their journey.

The destination was getting closer, and the anxiety Samuel felt was going crazy. He was very afraid to meet Hisya. It was a lot wrong with that woman. Besides being afraid of the woman. He is also not ready to be disappointed. Because, honestly. From the bottom of his heart, he very much expected Nisya to be his.

"Ma.. Ma...!"

Deg

"Aauuqqhhgg's... Astagfirullah ....!" samuel almost fell down, because he was daydreaming while walking. He was shocked by the shouting of Ishmael's clock which called his mother, Nisha. That means they are close to home.

Oh Allah... Please, give me peace of heart. Hopefully, Nisha doesn't hate me.

Samuel prayed in his heart. He rubbed his strong chest. The severe nervousness made him very anxious. Suddenly he felt his body weak, his legs very heavy to step on. Because, he was not sure yet, Nisya really forgave him.

Huff..

He took a long breath repeatedly. Wishing he could calm down. But the more he tried to relax, the more nervous he became. And getting more helpless. His soul was completely gone.

"Ma..Ma....!"

"My son Ismail.. You're home...!"

Deg

That voice was 10 years he missed. A sweet and soft voice, which made anyone to hear it feel happy. Especially for Samuel. Because the soft and kind language of Hisya is what makes the soul of mafianya yawn. A black and rusty heart filled with hatred, replaced already with full of love, compassion and compassion. With Hisya for more than a month in the forest, successfully made Samuel repent.

Drapp's..

Drapp's..

The footsteps were clearly heard in Samuel's ears. He who is closing his eyes, enjoys the beautiful voice of Hisa who calls Ishmael.

"Mr....!'

" Yes baby...!"

Their distance with Hisya is still 10 meters. And the reach of the eyes is not very clear, because it is covered with branches of trees that are on the road they cross. When he saw the figure of Nisya was approaching.

Gee whiz...

Samuel bathed, his chest pounding. He who was nervous even hid behind a shady tree. Holding his chest. I don't think he's ready to meet Hisya. And he also did not expect Nisya to live in the forest.

"My son Ismail..Why do you love?"

Samuel, who did not have the courage to meet Hisya, could only peek out from behind a big tree. Paying attention to it gently, when Nisya looks very worried about the child, whose clothes are dirty.

Although she was no longer young, to Samuel, her beauty was still the same as ten years ago.

"I'm in ma's trap. Thank goodness I came on time!"

Deg

This time, Samuel twisted his neck upright. He could no longer monitor Ismail fan Nisya from behind the tree.

"A, dad...?" asked Nisya with a trembling voice. Both eyes instantly fogged up, looking for another figure in the place. But, honey, he didn't see anyone else in that place.

"I, yes Ma. Dad, Samsul's father has gone home!'

" What...?" He was very surprised to hear the words of the child. Surprised, he almost fell backwards.

"Yes Ma!" Ishmael with confidence. He turned his body, because Samuel was behind him.

"Where's Dad?" he said confusedly, the piggyback watching around.

"You, don't dream mostly, son. Your father will never seek our existence." Said Nisya sad, the money pulled the hand of the child, to continue his steps.

"Sir Ma, I was here. We both passed through this forest. Father helped me out of the trap." Ishmael shook his face, looking confused

"Darling, your father couldn't have come to this place. Come.. We're going home. Grandma has to take medicine." His hands again raised the child's hand.

"Dad... Dad...!" ismail shouted hysterically, he released the hand of the mother who held his hand.

"Son.. !' Pull the child's body into his arms. " Don't be like this, you're sad!' nisya said while sobbing.

"Ma, really koq. I came with my dad!" Ishmael looked at the mother who was still crying. Then he took out his mother's embrace. And ran to find the father.

"Son... Ishmael.. Back...!" His following the child. "Is.ma.ma..!"

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