The Love of the Mafia
Chapter 1: Prologue

Luxurious skyscrapers at once beautiful, filled with calligraphic carvings of every wall, door and jumbo pillars supporting the golden roof that makes the building look so sturdy and beautiful to look at.

Spacious courtyard with greenish shades, making the building feel natural and comfortable to live in. Not to forget right in front of the building there is a swimming pool full of koi fish, in the middle there is a fountain that is not too big, but there is a large, but enough to make the girl sitting by the side of the fish pond happy, beautiful blue-eyed Muslim woman.

Subha Alba Akthakarta, this girl is a Sholehah girl from Kazakhstan mixed Indonesia, thanks to the piety she has made Subha loved by many men in this city. Subha always covered her body with a long and thick cloth, even her face was never willing to show except with her husband later.

Subha's face looked down to enjoy the beauty of the koi fish movements that were swimming freely in the pond. Highlight his eyes are so beautiful that the fish instead of being afraid even feel safe. "I'll give you another lunch tomorrow, but on condition that you eat and please me"

Like a melodious sound, Subha sounds like music dancing around the eardrum. Not wanting to linger, Subha immediately turned her head up, staring at the clouds that were almost blackened by the night.

Drett

Drett

The phone in Subha's little bag rang, making her have to stop playing koi fish and wipe her wet hands to pick up her phone.

In call

"Assalamualaikum, my brother Alham, who I love so much" Subha put her phone in her ear.

"Moskalamic. Subha, your college work is done? It's early afternoon, you better get home. Do you need to pick yourself up?"

Subha observes the door of a luxurious building which is a large and beautiful mosque, where many people have wanted to enter to perform prayers, even the adhan has been reverberating calling himself.

"I want Maghrib prayer first, brother can pick me up after Maghrib prayer yes"

"So, well later brother will tell Abi and Umi. After the Maghrib prayer do not try to get out of the mosque, danger"

"All right, sister, assalamualaikum "

"Milkahmur"

Subha immediately hung up her phone connection because she had to go in immediately to pray. He did not want to be late to become a makmum, making Subha immediately run small while nibbling low skirt.

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If Subha must perform Maghrib prayer, in contrast to the burly man and a thin mustache around this chin. Maghrib or not, Adhan or singing, according to him there is no difference. European men who do not have trust and choose to live with complete freedom is a conglomerate man from Italy.

The man who had no confidence in it observed a serial murder Vidio that he caused 3 days ago. His eyes narrowed and his lips turned into a smile.

"Perfect, Ead! Are you satisfied? Yess" the man praised himself, who else? The man was alone in this restaurant, never wanting to let anyone in the room with him.

Eadwarl Christopher Zolanda, owner of the nickname Dominic has no ethics in doing business and against his enemies, making violence and arrogance as the main weapon.

drattttt

Eadwarl's cell phone vibration rang, dismissing the silence he caused tonight. But he did not lift quickly, maybe a few minutes later.

In call

"Hm" replied Ead not wanting more.

Meanwhile, the man who had just called Ead, the tall man with a slightly thin body had just melted hot copper into the hands of the man who was bound full of bloodstains all over his body.

"Why"

"Should I do what she is? Dominic's"

"It's easy like this you need to ask?"

"OK"

Jlep

After calling Ead to make sure, he had no further ado to take his life, so easily and quickly that the hot copper melted the blood in the man's stomach.

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Today, both are walking on the same ground, under the same building, the same air, the same night, and close to each other. But trust is the thickest wall among them.

"Just say the shahada to me then I will walk beside you"

"Are you sure"

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This is my second work! if you have ever been an author, surely this thing you have felt, where the desire to create a new story you really want to do. This essay is also still amateurish, so please comment with polite sentences to take care of each other heart😘