The Repentance of the Mafia

Amnesiacs

Bruhuggk..

From inside the hut, Nisha could hear. If Samuel's body had landed on the porch floor of their hut. Let alone the ravings of the monkeys, make noise. Which brought Ishmael's attention to a halt. The nen nen stop event. Ishmael came out of the hut with his cheer. Because Monbang, is his playmate.

"Monghang....!" Ishmael called their pet with his cheer.

Monbang the clever monkey, approaching Ismail. He rubbed the boy's head gently. While babbling at Ismail, who was now very interested in seeing Samuel lying on the floor of the board.

Obviously he was interested in paying attention to Samuel Alponso. This time Ishmael saw a man like Samuel Alponso. All this time, he knew the human kind like his mother and grandmother.

"Monbank... Who's that..?" point Ismail at the monkey. At this time the grandmother was trying to resuscitate Samuel. By pressing his chest firmly. Wish the water trapped in Samuel's body would come out.

Nyukk... Nyekk... Cake.. Yoke...

The Monbang is back.

"Oowww.. Don't know?" Ismail is smart. He also approached his grandmother. Patting on Grandma's shoulder. "Sir, this is what Grandma...?" tanya Ismail pointed at the Man who was lying stiff in front of them.

"Missy.... Take Ismail first. He's bothering...!" Shouted the Grandma with a bit of gnawing. The new tired feeling. Where is Ismail bothering mulu.

His coming out of the hut. He glanced at the conscious bell man before lifting his son Ishmael from the place. Get in the hut. Better get their breakfast ready. Than to take care of criminals. Sure enough, the man was a criminal.

The grandmother was full of disappointment. He loved Hisya's attitude of not caring about the man who needed help.

"Monghang... Get water...!" tell Grandma to the monkey.

Monbang spoke his language. He rushed to the water reservoir behind their hut.

Ishmael, who was in the kitchen of the hut, saw Monbang fetching water. Ismail asked Monbang to go into the hut, so they could play.

"Mail darling.... Don't bother Monbang." Tegur Nisya, staring firmly at the child. He continued cooking it.

Ishmael who rebuked his mother. Hugged Nisha from behind. He bullies his mother when cooking. He finally put the child in his lap.

"Mama, is it sad?" tanyanya full of search.

His voice shakes weakly. "No boy." To his right, grabbed Ishmael's hand that was wailing tears that fell on his cheek.

"Teyus' mother cried?" Ishmael still stared at the astonished mother, who looked sad.

"Mother's eyes got to wipe, baby." Hisya's voice is soft. Kiss the cheek of Ishmael's puffer.

Cuss..

He held Ishmael's hand. When the child, instead splash the water in the dipper to the fire where Nisya cook their gulai. Instantly, the fire emitted smoke.

"Yes Allah... Ishmael..!" yelled Nisya furiously. He bit his lips in anger, looking at Ishmael. The legs are wet.

Ishmael fell silent for a moment, then laughed. Yes, little boy, if scolded. I will not take revenge on his parents. Then Ismail, grabbed the pendant form love containing photos of his mother and father. The pendant adorned the necklace worn by Hisya.

"Mama... Dad..!" ismail smiled happily. The little boy was happy to open the pendant of the mother, who kept a photo of her mother and father. Yes, Nisya every night must have a photo in the locket.

"Yes dear." Sshut Nisya smiled slightly at Ismail. He also moved the pot that was on top of the furnace. Thank goodness it was cooked. "Come, you take a shower, baby, we take a shower!" Nisya remove clothes that have faded color from the child's body. He kept his son away from his lap. Because Nisya was about to take a towel. After that, he took the child back. He will bathe Ishmael

Uhukkc...

Uhukkc..

Uhuukk..

Hisya was shocked, hearing the voice of a man from the veranda of their hut. It means Samuel is conscious.

Ishmael, who was in the sling of Nisya, revolted to the front. The boy was very curious, with the presence of the new person.

Hisya who could not hold Ismail, finally resigned when his son ran forward. He held it, Ismail continued to rebel.

Samuel stared intently at Ishmael, and he watched the boy for a long time. His eyes were fixed on Ishmael.

"Thank God you're conscious too." Said the Grandma.

Samuel twisted his neck. Instantly, he felt a great pain all over his body.

"Aaaaaahhhkkk... It hurts....!" his weakness grimaced in pain. He's the lyrics to his leg being shot.

Heard Samuel screaming. Ishmael was afraid, and he wept. This made my grandmother quite disturbed. Because he wanted to interrogate Samuel.

"Missy.... This is Ishmael, why hasn't it been bathed..?" the grandmother shouted in an annoyed tone.

Ishmael, who was suddenly frightened, because Samuel shouted, hugged his grandmother.

"Sir, tatutt...!" he glanced at Samuel, who was still grimacing in pain.

"Yes, yes, dear." The grandmother hugged Ishmael. But, his gaze was fixed on Samuel who was still lying before him.

"You're hurt bad. Your leg's been shot." Grandma said full of questions.

It was seen Samuel displaying an anxious and fearful expression of overuse. And I dare not look at my grandmother. He focused his eyes on his feet.

"What are you called? which guy? why did you get shot? are you a criminal?" ask Grandma in a row, full of probes. He pointed to Samuel's right leg, which was shot.

 Samuel was confused. He looked at the wonder of the grandmother and the situation around unsettled. "Abahhk.. It hurts....!" He also held his head. Yeah, he's got a blow to his head. It was obvious, because Samuel had a smitten haircut. "A, me, where am I?" Samuel again shines around. He looks very confused.

"You're in our house. Whose name? which one are you?" asked the grandmother again with curiosity.

While Nisha who was in the hut, eavesdropping on the conversation of the grandmother with Samuel.

"A, me? me who? a, I don't know....!" samuel with his frustration "Aaahhkkkk.. It hurts....!'" he said like a child. Yes, strong character, when the Mafia disappeared already.

"You're right, don't know your name and where you live?" still staring at Samuel.

Samuel shook. "A, who am I?" stammered.

Huuff...

Grandma took a deep breath. "You forgot the memory. Maybe it's because of your injured head." Said the grandmother with her confused face. "But, it seems to have forgotten only a temporary memory. If you're calm, your memory will recover quickly." Obviously the grandmother again. "I have a potion, your shifting brain is my cure. And your memory must be recovering fast."

"Oohhhhhhhhhhh.. I, jya nek." Samuel still grimaced with his pain. His face was very pale. It was like there was no more blood flowing in his body.

"Do you really not remember who you are?" The grandmother was not sure that Samuel had forgotten his memory.

Samuel nodded weakly. His pale face looked pitiful. There were many wounds all over his body. Even the gunshot wound on his leg still spits blood. His gaze was blank, signs of death were already clearly visible on his face.

The grandmother looked towards the hut.

"Missy... Take this Ismail first. Grandma wants this medicine man." Pekik the grandmother, began to growl with his strange behavior since earlier. "No, this young man will surely die. He's out of blood."

There is no truth from inside the hut.

"Shy. ..!"

The Nisya did not answer. But, he came out of the hut, covering his head with a towel. He grabbed Ishmael from his grandmother's lap, without looking at Samuel, who was now looking closely at Hisya. Trying to get up from his bed. But, the wound on his leg made it hard to get up.

Nisha also grabbed Ismail. And bring his son in. Ishmael had to take a bath and eat.

Bruuggkk

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