Married the Mafia Boss
Like heaven and earth

Chapter 6

He said Nadin's hobbies are the same as mine and him? Since when does Nadin love painting? Obviously he had not liked art much less painting.

He'd rather walk" and sing. Almost every day my head is buzzing at the sound of his cry. Sometimes it was very disturbing when I read books about painting.

"Dira! Don't try to get close to Hansel. You saw it for yourself, right? Your brother is close to her. Like I said, Hansel should have chosen Nadin over you. Nadin is fashionable, beautiful, clean, has a good career and educated. Compatible with Hansel Rama, polite, calm, educated and successful as a businessman. Where could he have chosen you. You should know yourself, Dira. Do not dream too high, later fall sick. Never mind getting married to you, even just a friend of his mother Hansel was busy telling everywhere if he did not like the child just like his puppet had a friend like you. So, mama hope you stop approaching Hansel. Let her be with your sister, will you? Besides soon you're also being proposed to that son of a bitch." mama stepped outside the yard.

My tears drip in a moment. I know myself enough, Mom. It's just, it's okay if I'm a little surprised to see the change, right? Besides all this time Mas Hansel was close to me as a friend, it is natural that now he wants to be close to other women as his future wife.

However, you shouldn't insult and compare me to Madam Nadin like this. Am I not really a mother's child? Is the writing on the family card fake?

Remove any traces of tears that wet your cheeks. There's no point in me crying. Hasn't it been 22 years that Mama and Mama Nadin treated me arbitrarily? So, no need to be this shady. Never mind.

When I closed the main door, I saw the figure again on the side of the road. The mysterious man looked at me for a while before finally leaving. I'm back pounding. Really scary. What exactly does he want to do?

This morning I was getting ready to go to work. Breakfast white rice with egg ceplok given a little soy sauce I think it is enough to fill my stomach that rumbling asked to be filled from earlier. Nadin's voice is back.

"Dira! Don't act so dong! Called from earlier also until my voice is hoarse like this instead of nyahutin even mute!" jolt Mbak Nadin while throwing his shirt and black long skirt. I took a quick glance and then went back to enjoying the rice with my own egg.

"Dira! you're a budeg, aren't you?" nadin's snapping again made me look up at him.

"Don't you see me eating anymore, Mommy? I answered once, but you are still calling. Why does it always go like this every morning?" I'm starting to get upset about it.

I usually never argue with anything he says. I know the character of Madam Nadin, she will never want to give up so, no matter what I succumb to the origin of the commotion is not prolonged. I am lazy to argue and fuss with him especially when I am going to work like this.

But for some reason, ever since I saw his closeness with Mas Hansel yesterday, my mood has been really messy. I can't control my tongue not to answer the snaps. That frustration is beginning to show him.

Am I jealous of their closeness? Maybe it is because I have more than just a friend to Mas Hansel. It's just that I'm so self-conscious that it's impossible to show him this feeling.

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