Loving the Mafia
Foreign Men Infiltrate
Chesy was picking clothes in the closet, suddenly his shoulder was jerked until his body turned a hundred and eighty degrees. Now facing the figure of a tall man with hair cut like an army.
"Who are you?" Chesy hysterically looked at the foreign man who had infiltrated her room.
Chesy just finished her shower. Now only wearing kimonos with subordinates along the calf.
The man with the tattooed arm swallowed looked at Chesy's white chest between the hemispheres of the kimono. One of his hands quickly smothered Chesy's mouth, the other tried to reveal the kimono worn by the girl, but to no avail because Chesy more deftly dodged and rewinded the body perfectly. He slipped from the stranger's hand.
"Tolooooong...!"
Chesy's screams were as loud as lightning, making the stranger think twice about continuing his action. Immediately the man rushed out, jumping from the window that had been open since when. Chesy had not noticed that before.
Feeling harassed, Chesy did not want to stay silent. She jumped over the window shortly after grabbing the hijab and putting it on her head while running after a foreign man.
"Maliiiing!" chesy exclaimed as she pointed at the man running in front of her.
It is better to shout at the vane, the effect is simpler than shouting at the pervert.
"Where's the thief? Where's nealing?" People also chased.
Chesy saw the young man turn, jumping like a ninja through the clothesline of the citizens.
Chesy can already guess where the man is going, he also cut the road so that he can quickly catch the man who had done indecent to him.
From a distance, Chesy sees the young man entering a house inhabited by a young man, known as the Cazim ustad. He's been living alone in that house for the past month, he's a newcomer. Lately it has always been a topic of conversation of girls because of his perfect physique, handsome and salih with a typical appearance of young ustad, still single again.
As soon as he entered the back room, Chesy was startled by the unplayed sight. Seemed a man of stout stature with muscular arms, a melancholic handsome face sitting on a chair, both feet rising to the table while sipping a cigarette. Her hair slightly covered her eyebrows. He was bare-chested until the shape of the field on his chest was exposed. There was a small tattoo on the muscular arm, right near the man's shoulder.
Chesy would hardly recognize the man if she had not seen Cazim's split chin. Yes, the man he was meeting was a figure often called Ustad Cazim.
Never before had Cazim looked like that, he went out of the house and appeared in public always in a neat state with a look like it should. Shirts and pants koko gombrang and skullcap on the head. It is not uncommon to wear a turban on the shoulders. But these?
Chesy swallow. The white girl never interacted with ustad who was only three months into a naji teacher at the complex, even Cazim also often became the imam of the mosque when his father Chesy who incidentally was the imam of the mosque did not attend the mosque and could not pray congregation.
Chesy only often sees Cazim from a distance. According to bird news, Cazim has also been invited several times to fill tausiah at events held at the complex, such as events when commemorating the Muslim holiday.
The man who had been caught in a state of urgency was silent staring at the presence of Chesy. Once again he smoked his cigarette and turned it off in the ashtray on the table.
“Mas Cazim?” lirih Chesy wonder. He was fixated on looking at the situation of Cazim far from the word ustad. Cook the hell justad smoking? Even got a tattoo like that?
“You ... You are Mr. Yunus's son right?” The man with the nose remembered. This was the first time he had talked to the beautiful girl.
Chesy stepped back to see the man of stout stature walking over to him. A feeling of fear came to his mind.
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