Married the Mafia Boss
Advise

Marrying the Mafia Boss

CHAPTER 11

"Dira, listen you want to be betrothed to Mas Ronal huh? To pay off your family debt huh?" whispered Bu Tuti after glancing right left no one around us.

"It looks like it, Mom. Do you know anything?"

I stopped my mouthful of fried rice and the fried tempeh I brought from home. Every day I bring lunch.

In addition to saving, I am also lazy if I have to go around looking for food stalls that will only spend a break of only one hour.

"Do you know who Mas Ronal is? You want to be betrothed to a thug like him anyway, Dir?" Bu Tuti looked troubled then let out a long sigh. It's not like I'm really going to marry that guy.

"Let's try istikharah first, ma'am. If you are not sure you want to say with Mr. Martin alone if Dira does not agree with the matchmaking. For example, talking to mama feels free because whatever has become the decision seems not to be contested that."

"You're a good boy and a good man, Dira. I already think of you as my own son. It feels unbearable if you have to marry an ex-con man like Mas Ronal and now just as unemployed there is no job. I know his parents are rich, but you will be more tormented if you marry him who only capitalizes on parents' money. As the head of the household, he must have his own income to be more authoritative and responsible to your family later. Don't keep bothering his parents."

Ms. Tuti gave advice as she rubbed my arm slowly. I again nodded in understanding. Understand once if Bu Tuti means to me is good. She doesn't want my future to be ruined if I marry Mas Ronal.

It is common knowledge that Mas Ronal's attitude is that bad. Even listen, the bad attitude that makes the mother naning had a shock, hypertension until now stroke and sitting in a wheelchair.

Every now and then I see Ms. Naning coming to the store with her nurse to meet Mr. Martin. Maybe talk about their boy's demeanor.

However, to my astonishment, Mas Ronal is indeed muffled, tattooed, drunk and gambling, but since getting out of prison two years ago he no longer beat people.

If he doesn't like someone, he just looks at that person with sharp eyes with firm jaws and clenched hands. Not a word came out until he just left.

I have often caught him doing things like that, including Nadin yesterday when he was going to go with Mas Hansel out of the house.

"Dira, I brought you your favorite beef meatballs. I can sit here, right? We eat together. I haven't had lunch either." The words made me and Bu Tuti look up for a moment. We who were still busy chatting suddenly stopped when the man was standing next to me with two servings of meat.

"Dira, eat a lot. Let's get a little fat on you. Praying first, huh?" As if he did not want to interfere, Ms. Tuti actually left me with Mas Hansel in the employee-only dining room next to the warehouse.

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