Thought by Maid, Turns out to be the Mafia Wife
48. Slowly But Surely

After getting all the information from the data of Mafia perpetrators who move in the world of crime in collaboration with public officials, the, so Nabilla was busy memorizing all the crimes in her memory without wanting to record them or record them as her father and Arland did who immediately stored the important information on their flash. While Nabilla itself only sends the perpetrator's data to his email.

"I didn't touch you, Mr. Gavin. But the country will take care of you, "inner Nabilla while pulling the corners of her lips.

"Are we ready to impoverish them, sir?" arland asked the dreamy Mr. Rusli.

"The game is not like Arland" Nabilla said.

"How is it, Nabilla? wasn't that your idea the other day?" reply Arland.

"That was my idea. But, wasn't there one point between my ideas that there was a matchup?" nabilla.

"How does Nabilla work?" mr. Rusli asked, puzzled by his daughter's plans.

"We already know their ID numbers. Among them there are forces in power competing against each other to bring down their opponents because the mafia only establish a relationship between them not based on a sense of togetherness but a thirst for power that dominates the soul greedy among them. More precisely who is strong he is more dominant to be the chairman of the mafia," said Nabilla.

"You mean, we make the weak steal the strong? like that?" ask Mr. Rusli who has understood the game of Nabilla.

"That's right, sir. We use their own confidants who have been well memorized by their Master's work, automatically he knows the ID number of the Master. So, the impression is that his personal assistant will betray him by moving his money partly to the personal account of his assistant and partly to the account of their business rivals.

While the mafia accounts are still amateurs we have moved to social funds to some less prosperous countries that desperately need the construction of infrastructure structures for the smooth mobility of them, especially transportation, hospitals, schools, etc, clean water companies and places of worship. More we go to SMEs market traders to improve the quality of their lives and of course the agricultural sector as the leading commodity for the poor in the country" said Nabilla.

"Why is it not shared directly with every poor person for their lives like food, Nabilla?" ask Arland.

"Because the money the mafia got was illegal money. So it is not good to be shared directly with the community for their cost of living in survival. That's what I learned in Islamic law" Nabilla said.

"OKs. Now, what's the next step you're gonna take?" ask mr. Rusli.

"Firing Dito's lawyer. And make sure he's in our custody" Nabilla said, leaving Arland dumbfounded.

"What happened to Nabilla? why was Dito's lawyer brought in?" asked Arland in disbelief.

"Because he's Kenzy's guy. He has been swayed by Kenzy's sweet promise to make him a law mafia," obviously Nabilla while his finger playing again the buttons on the giant computer to find information about Dito's lawyer and a moment later Dito's photo and personal data is clearly displayed in front of them with some connections and that includes Gavin's police.

"Sialannnn... You bastard Dito!" Umpat Arland ride apitam with the football lunge Dito, who also dragged Amran to be arrested by the police.

"Calm down Arland. I've blocked all the information about my husband's wealth, be it money, business networks and other assets that he knew he could not access to cheat on the wealth of my husband and also the wealth of Abdullah's grandfather. So, no need to worry anymore. Everything is safe and under control in my care" Nabilla said.

"So he can't go in and out of our company, too, Nabilla ?" ask Arland.

"The name's already on the blacklist in every one of our companies. Only his dismissal letter needs to be approved by his grandfather and Amran" Nabilla said.

"That's better. I would love to see his idiot look scared and drown him in the ocean floor" Nabilla said, prompting Arland and Mr. Rusli to raise an eyebrow.

"God.. Besides being a genius, my daughter has a psychopathic soul as well," inner master Rusli while shaking his head.

"It turns out you and Amran are a soul mate. A mobster needs a companion like you, Nabilla, who's never afraid of anything. If Amran can fight with his weapons and physical strength, not with Nabilla killing people with his brain and mental strength. If his mental flaccid, it was impossible to deal with an influential person in the police body like Gavin police. Honey, there's only one stock," Arland murmured.

There were so many plans in Nabila's head that he could not reveal everything to Arlan and Mr. Rusli. He relies on his instincts to combat the tiered criminals who hide behind their posts in every government agency.

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"Wait for my next play, ladies and gentlemen. From this moment on I will not make you sleep as quietly as I am right now because I miss my husband too much. Hey..! you who are inside, pray for your ummi and daddy. Be a candidate for new agents with high integrity for this nation so that later this nation can live independently to enjoy the results of the Indonesian earth that has been controlled by corruptors," pinta Nabilla on her future triplets.

Apparently Gavin's police could not follow up on Nabilla's request to free Amran from charges of being a traitor to the state. Gavin police began to be cornered with the threat of Nabilla and also went awry because of the threat from within the police camp that could no longer make him breathe let alone just to close his eyes. This week, he suffered from acute insomnia.

The Amran case is ready to roll on the green table. Two days before the case was named, Nabilla met Amran, who looked very depressed because he felt his life was over and his wife could not do much to free herself from the law.

"Babies. Is there no way for me to be free from this hell?" ask Amran.

"Follow the procedure, baby! Don't be afraid if you are innocent. Return everything to God because of what happened to our lives with his permission. Maybe it's time you introspect yourself, what sins have you ever committed, hubby? Allah cannot fail to pass down the test on His servant if there is no wisdom to be plucked by His servant beyond the test itself. So don't complain, hubby!

The person in prison is not necessarily guilty and the person who receives every accusation is not necessarily the perpetrator. Many great and great people have been in prison for the vile slander inflicted on him. After being released from prison, God glorified their name and became a role model of society.

Prison is not a disgrace to those who hold fast to the value of truth. You are one of the victims of the malice of the rulers who want to fight over a piece of meat like a dog that is barking for a bone," said Nabilla wisely.

"But what if I can't prove those charges while I'm in court, Nabilla ?" amran looked pessimistic.

"My faith is enough to help my husband. Your job is to get into the random chapter. Leave all your business to God. Only by surrendering to God will you find peace. Maybe all this time you have been satisfied with your power to rule the business world. But I forgot who the business was. Maybe mas already feel great able to conquer the world, but mas forgot the mother who conceived and gave birth to mas into this world.

Return to your Creator and the mother who gave birth to you. Ask your mother for ridho, mas. That way God will ease your path. It could be that this arrest of you happened because of defamation of the mother. That is the common thread that I just found after I pray tahajjud to ask for guidance to Allah.

Your paradise is under your mother's feet. Although it is not the hadith of Rosulullah, but the cleric took the essence of every Rosulullah hadith how God and his apostle glorified a mother.Your mother ..your new mother your father, understand honey?" nabilla said as she wiped her tears.

Hearing Nabilla's words about a mother's struggle, the clear feather flowed profusely on Amran's cheeks without being invited because his heart was so full of hearing about the mother. Both of them cried while hugging because they missed their mother's figure

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Please the readers. Ponder for a moment and imagine our mother's face. For those who still have their mother kiss and hug your mother. For those who have died, let's pray for our mother because the author also has no mother.