The Repentance of the Mafia
Arrival of police
"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! " that voice sounds strong.
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He glanced at the grandmother next to him. Fear was clearly imprinted on the faces of the two of them.
"Mr. pa... Mum. pa...!" Ishmael, who turned to the men who approached them, continued to babble. Yes, Ismail seems to have just known a new kind of man. The grown man will call papa.
His mother and grandmother did not want to look back. So that group of men were now in front of them.
Nisha raised her face. Look at the men in front of him. So with the grandmother.
"Good day, Mom..!" said one of the long-bearded men kindly.
"Se, good day sir." Nisha with a little nervous. He occasionally glanced at the man before him. Then looked at the grandmother who was now, also looking anxious. But now, my grandmother closed both eyes. Then stared intently at the eight men before them.
"Mom and grandma, live in this forest?" ask the man full of questions.
His answer did not immediately answer. He looks wary, he's the makeup of the grandmother who is still staring one by one the sturdy men.
"Mom... Grandmother..!" the man rebuked Nisha.
"I, yes sir!" Sahut Nisya fast.
"Waaah... There's a family in the middle of the woods. How many KKs are there, ma'am?" ask the man again, then ask his men to scatter around.
"Ha, it's just us sir!" Hisya Sahut is polite.
"Sir, pa...!" Ishmael stuck out his hand, holding his arm, the man who asked Nisha to speak.
"Hey handsome boy!" the man responded to Ishmael. Then I turned back to Nisha. "Waaah.. Great yeah! can we see mom and grandma's cottage?"
Nisya again glanced at the grandmother who had never opened her mouth. The grandmother nodded weakly.
"May sir, come on!" Through that man. So too with my grandmother.
"We're combing this forest. We're looking for a wanted criminal. We're cops, ma'am."
"Aauuww...!" nisya shouted, he almost fell to the ground, surprised to hear the man's words.
"What's wrong, sir, just slipped!" sahut Nisya with full of anxiety.
"Mr.." said Nisya slowly. Even his mouth was not open when he spoke.
The grandmother gave the code with her hands, so that Hisya would calm down.
"So, Mom's people are digging up the ground. What's for?" ask the police fully. Now they have arrived at the hut.
Nisya speechless, he lyrics the grandmother who still looks calm. The fear of being slandered, made Nisya and grandma less capable.
"Sa, baby....! don't come down!" Ismail fussing in his arms Nisya. The child continued to struggle to get down from the mother's arms.
"God, what was the land you dug up for?" the policeman asked curiously.
"Mah, tuyun...!" Ismail could not be compromised. Keep on coming down. His heart is scared at the moment. Where the police without permission searched their homes.
"Miss..!" insist the police.
"Ooh.. That, our pet monkey died. So, let's go to the grave!"
"Ishmail.. Don't kid!" nisya shouted hysterically, while rushing after Isnail. When I saw Ishmael was near Samuel's body. Which is now covered in black cloth. Unsettled, no more concentration. He did not know that his son had gone to Samuel's body.
All the police turned to Ismail. Who now holds Samuel's body.
"What is Grandma?" ask the police firmly.
The grandmother did not answer, then the police glanced at Nisya whose anxiety was already level 10. Because, at this moment Hisya was already trembling. Even his face was pale, and his forehead was already sweating.
"Wrap the cloth...!" tell the police commander to his men. Pointing to the mound covered in black cloth.
"Each commander..!"
Braakkk..
The black cloth was also revealed.
"Aauuww...!" She screamed hysterically.
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