The Repentance of the Mafia

Digging graves

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.

Bruhuggk..

Samuel collapsed on the spot

"Hurry up to take care of Ismail Nisya. Help Grandma treat this guy." Grandma panicked. Somehow his heart was moved to save the critical Samuel.

The grandmother was quite moved and amazed to see the spirit of her life, a man she did not know his name. Rarely is anyone alive, after a gunshot wound and still bleeding for a long time. It's magical, it's beyond reason.

"Hey... Son..!" When the grandmother looked at Samuel. The man closed his eyes. "Hey son, wake up...!" the grandmother checked Samuel's heartbeat and pulse. "No, two are dead.!" Grandma said with surprise. He put his ear on Samuel's chest. No heart beat. And again the grandmother checked Samuel's pulse on his neck. There's no detachment.

Hhuff...

"She died too!" Said the granny sadly. He sat his ass next to Samuel.

Before long, Nisha appears with Ishmael's son. Ismail looks neat with clean clothes.

"He finally died Nis."

"Ap, what...?" tanya Nisya was shocked.

"Aren't you happy? koq you're surprised about Nis?" Ask the grandmother in wonder.

"Yes Nek, I'm surprised. Because it's so good. We don't end up bothering these criminals." Answer her with her devil face.

"Let's help grandma dig her grave, will ya?!" Pinta the Grandma, expect a lot from Nisya.

"Yes Nek. Ishmael...!" Hisya approached Ishmael, who was hitting Samuel's chest softly.

"Pap pa's... Mak, it's pap pa!" babble Ishmael with his cheer. Her tiny hand just kept hitting Ismail's chest softly.

"Dear Ismail, he's not your father!" Nishya grabbed the child's body. To get away from Samuel's body.

"Son Mamma...!" He hugged Samuel. The chest, there are many wounds.

"Son, let's play with Monbang!" pointing towards the river. Yeah, Monbang hangs out.

"Sir Mamma... This is Pap pa!"

"Makanya, why do you every day to show her father's photo. Yes, Ismail thinks this man is his father." The grandmother's.

"Yes Nek, and I told her father. Let him know that he has a father figure." Sahut Nisya sad.

"Yes, prepare breakfast. After the meal, we have to dig up this man's grave!" granny said firmly. "let Ismail embrace the Corpse. We'll be buried soon!" obviously grandma flat. His gaze remained on Samuel's body.

"I, yes, grandma!" Now moving from that place, he prepared their breakfast in the hut, which was 4x3 m in size.

It didn't take long, the food was simple. Although limited. This time I cooked rice. Because they just harvested rice two weeks ago. They also plant rice in the garden, relying on water from the sky, known as sky rice fields.

"Mom, let's eat!" take Nisya from the hut.

"Yes, I'll close this man's body!" The grandmother's. He grabbed the black cloth, which was draped in their cloth hangers on the porch of the cottage. He took Ishmael away from Samuel's body, and he covered Samuel with the black cloth. The grandmother sat down before Samuel's body. And it looks like praying. Because his mouth is kamit at this time.

"Mr... Let's eat!" take Nisya again. Because the grandmother did not go into their hut.

The three of them began to eat solemnly. Ishmael also ate quietly. Because Nisya has taught her son, polite when eating. At the age of 1, Ishmael ate by himself. Sometimes, though, the child wants to be bribed by the mother.

"Thank God the man was a Christian. So, we don't have to do fardu kifayah to him." Said the grandmother, while eating it. (Cannying the body of Muslims bathe, forgive and bury the body)

Nisya glanced at the grandmother, who ate that voraciously, it seemed like the grandmother was starving. " Know where Grandma is, if that man, nasrani?"

"Kan on his right upper arm, there's a tattoo of the overtake." The grandmother replied seriously, without looking back at Nisha. Grandma focused on her food.

"Yes, I thought it was Nek!" Answer Nisha.

"Mom, mama... Add...!" Ishmael thrusts his plate into the mother.

"Mommy's son is smart, eat a lot, baby, be healthy." Nisha said with happiness. It feels very good, if this child is babbling. His behavior always makes a gem.

"Ok Mama..!" Ishmael stuck out his thumb. And Nisha welcomed the thumb.

"Eat up not to noise." Tegur the grandma.

"Emmmmm-fr... Just now, grandma talked about that guy." Sela Nisha's.

"Yes, yeah. Quickly eat it." Grandma who finished eating. Rise from his seat. He came out the kitchen door. He'll take the hoe behind their hut.

"Mom, sit down for a minute. We'll both hoe together the grave!" Nisya said firmly

"Fast you eat, Grandma's next to the river!" The grandmother said hard, for she was far from their hut.

15 Minutes later.

Nishah and Ishmael had arrived, where Samuel was to be buried. It looks like the grandmother has been digging the ground as deep as 10 centi meters. Still shallow. His name is old, his energy is reduced. This is just my grandmother getting bored.

"O God, Grandma, really strong!" praise Nisya, after sitting his son Ishmael in a safe and comfortable place.

"Forced, let's not look around at that corpse." Grandma with one-on-one breath. Grandma was actually exhausted.

"Grandma, take a break. Let me continue!' Nisya said, taking over the hoe from her hand the grandmother.

The grandmother gave up the hoe to Nisya. He sat his butt next to Ishmael, who now played alone with the rambutan of the forest, which Nisha had picked on his way to Samuel's place, to be buried.

He hoeed the ground for Samuel's grave. While Grandma played with Ismail.

Did you guys find it?

Vaguely, Nisya and grandma, heard a noise from the direction of the river. It made Grandma and Nisha look at each other. The two women, looked tense and frightened.

" Mother... Who's that?" asked Nisha with fear. The noise was getting clearer.

The grandmother seemed to think. "What... The ones looking for that guy?" ask the grandmother no less scared.

"Looks Grandma!" The Sahut Si Nisya is still with his Fear. "Miss, let's go to the cottage. I'm afraid of Nek. I'm afraid we're accused of conspiring with that man. Grandma... What if we're being slandered!" nisya said with great fear. Up to the horror.

"Yes. Let's go to the cottage!"

Hisha held Ismail. And the grandmother brought a hoe. They rushed to the cottage. Without looking at the river. Because the sound of a human voice that was like looking for someone, was clearly heard.

"Hey... Who are.. wait! "

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