Married the Mafia Boss
Gossiped

Marrying the Mafia Boss

CHAPTER 10

Bu Tina's message was heard again before she left the vegetable base. Mama also looked with emotion while staring at the back of Bu Tina who was getting away.

Istikhara? I think I should be istikharah. At least I should be able to calm and reassure my own heart, which path I should choose. No matter if my mother forbids it, it even forces me to marry that thug even if my istharah results in rejection.

The important thing is that I have complained and put it all in HIM because HE is the one who understands better what is best for me. Hopefully there is happiness out there and the stories of those mothers about Mas Ronal are not entirely true.

If indeed later Mas Ronal is the name that was paired for me in His Mahfuz Foothills, I can only hope that he is not as bad as people think. At least there's still a good side in him that makes me fall in love.

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"Dira, your tumben is late," said Mr. Udin delivery when I just arrived in front of the store. Five minutes late may be normal for some employees, but for me who are rarely late may be a bit strange in their eyes.

"Yes, Sir. I once heard my mother gossip." I answered Mr. Udain's question with a small laugh.

"Morning is gossip. Later if you become a mother-mom don't be so, Dir," said Mr. Udin again while wiping the car. Special delivery car that has been prepared by Mr. Martin.

"But there was Mr. Udin's wife there as well" I said softly.

"Ohya? Gossiping about my wife?" Mr. Udin turned his head, I nodded slowly while holding back a laugh. Suddenly his laughter exploded. I also chuckled at her expression.

"Said was going to go vegetable shopping, apparently gossiping yes, Dir."

"What is a Cyst, Dira?" Udin turned back.

"Community IStri-wife Lifting voice, sir," I replied accordingly.

Again Mr. Udin chuckled at my words. Pak Soleh and Bu Tuti also giggled amusedly to hear my story. The atmosphere of this cheerful morning did not feel like my mood came back.

As usual, we were busy with our work. Mr. Udin was busy washing or wiping cars for customer orders.

So, the customers just send a message what items they need, will be prepared by the store employees then Pak Udin who deliver to their respective stores or stalls.

My job is in the payment department, but occasionally help others if not bothered. The point is to help each other if there is free time. Be my job pretty shabby.

But I am so grateful to be able to work here. In addition to just different villages and can be reached by foot, Mr. Martin is also very good even though the attitude of Bu Sinta to me is exactly the opposite.

I understand, maybe he doesn't like to see me close to his only child, Mas Hansel. I've been run over, so as not to get too close to Mas Hansel.

However, Mr. Martin defended if my relationship with their son was just a friend. No more than that. Mr. Martin also added that it was Mas Hansel who often met me at the store and occasionally took me to the painting exhibition.

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Thank you brother for stopping by and read my story, sorry if there is any wrong word😊