Married the Mafia Boss
Son-in-law Candidate

Marrying the Mafia Boss

The Part 31

Chest back pounding. Shirt fittings? Hearing the word kebaya I re-imagined how my marriage with Mas Ronal later. Duh, it's really scary.

"You don't have any intention of canceling this marriage, do you, Nadira?" I coughed a little when I heard Mr. Martin's question, but I was still able to control myself.

"Ngg-no, sir," I said a little nervously.

"Thank God. I hope you can be a bridge to know His Lord. Maybe with you later he can be more free to express his feelings during this time. What makes him like this and maybe when he is with you he can change better. No more troublemaking that makes his family dizzy. Moreover, Mama is now sickly, pity she is always messed with by the actions of Ronal. My mother and I tried to wake the boy up, but he still hasn't changed. I feel like we've given up."

Mr. Martin took a long breath. It was clearly tired on his face. Could it be that what people say about Mas Ronal is true? The proof, Mr. Martin himself as if raising his hands with the behavior of his son.

If his mother and father just raised their hands, should the burden be transferred to me who just knew him? If I can't make it turn into a better path how? Will Mr Martin and his wife be disappointed?

"But one thing I emphasize, Nadira. Don't take this whole thing as a burden. Just go through everything well. I know the tenderness of your heart, so when Ronal chose you to be his companion I immediately agreed."

Again Mr. Martint assured me that it was Mas Ronal who chose me. So, this marriage is not merely the choice of both parents, but I am chosen to accompany it.

"This is a severance for you, Nadira. You said you wanted to buy a new matic motor, right?" Mr. martin's question breaks the daydream. I just swallowed the saliva.

"Don't Master, just call papa. Like Ronal called me that."

"Not used to it, sir. Later if it is legally married to Mas Ronal, I will get used to it."

"Alright then, it's up to you. This is your severance. Thank you for helping me during these six years, Nadira. I will always pray for your happiness and that of Ronal. This is enough to buy the bike you want," said Mr. while glancing at Mr. Udin. I'm sure it was Mr. Udin who leaked my dream to Mr. Martin.

I had a conversation with Mr. Udin a few weeks ago. I want to have my own motorbike, half-use it's okay as long as it's not credit. I thought it was just an impossible dream, but God loves me so much.

Now, I see that pile of money in a brown envelope. That is enough money to buy a new motorbike in cash. But, I don't know why there is such a bad taste in the heart. Afraid that other employees were jealous of me getting a much bigger severance package than them.

"This is too much, sir. Usually other employees can severance pay two months. Why did I get this much severance?" I trembled as I took the envelope. It felt quite heavy, it meant that the money in it was a lot.

"You're not an employee, Nadira. You're my daughter-in-law, so it's different." Mr. Martin smiled again.

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