Married the Mafia Boss
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Marrying the Mafia Boss

The Part 21

Well then, have you made any black evidence on the white of my family's debts?" I started asking about the debt.

"Oh, of course it's Bu Dea. At my mother's request, I will take the file for a moment" said Mr. while opening the bag he was carrying.

"Pronounced first, Mom. If it is okay, it can be signed. I signed it next to him, too." Mr. Martin handed me the piece of paper and Mama started reading it. I saw my mom smiling and nodding her head.

"I signed yes, sir? Means my debt and my husband has paid off," said Mama again while putting her signature on the paper. Mr. Martin agreed and put the piece of paper back in his bag.

"I'm sorry, Dira. It's not that I bought you from your mother. It's just ...." Mr. Martin stopped his sentence and turned his head to the side.

Ronal was still silent. The man rarely spoke. Even since five years of working in Mr. Martin's shop, I can count the fingers I hear the man talk. He was in prison and has only been out for two years. Since then he has been known as a thug.

"What is it, sir?" my mom was curious too.

"That's how it is, Miss Dea. It was not my intention to buy Nadira, it was just that I did give Ronal a choice. Who is the woman he wants to marry, let me immediately disguise. Ronal is already the head of three, should already have a happy little family. It is not possible to hang around every day is not clear the purpose of his life. That's why I asked her to get married immediately and her choice of woman turned out to be in line with my choice."

Both my eyes are round. What does Mr Martin mean?

Not only me and my mom were shocked, but from the terrace came the voice of a man I knew no less surprised.

"What, Pa? Ronal chose Nadira to be his wife?" asked Mas Hansel who was already standing next to the door. Madam Nadin just looked at her with a look of dislike.

"Hansel? Why did you come here? Didn't you just say you wanted to eat out?" Mr. Martin was surprised to see his youngest son suddenly emerge from the porch of the house.

"Yes, Pa. Go eat with Nadin," said Mas Hansel lirih while bowing his head. I saw the look on Mr. Martin's face a little disappointed to hear his son's answer.

"Papa hasn't answered Hansel's question. So is it true that Mas Ronal chose Nadira to be his wife?" repeat Mas Hansel while looking at me briefly, before I turn my gaze towards the terrace.

"Yes. Your own brother chose Nadira. There are several candidates who papa filed, but he said he had steady choose Nadira. Mercifully. Papa also hopes Nadira wants to become papa's daughter-in-law. You yourself told papa that if you were only friends with Nadira, it doesn't matter if your brother chose him, right?" I took a breath back. What the hell is this really?

"Oh so Mas Ronal himself chose Nadira, sir?" Nadin's mom chimed in. He sat next to me with a snide look.

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