Married the Mafia Boss
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Marrying the Mafia Boss

The Part 33

Without saying goodbye, the man just walked away from me. Shortly after I saw him coming back with a bottle of cold mineral water for me.

"Drink. So don't be surprised" he said again while thrusting the mineral bottle at me.

Slightly trembling, I received mineral water from him. Usually it doesn't take me long to open the bottle, but this time it's hard. The bottle was still sealed.

Tried several times but always failed. Even I have worn the tip of the hijab all to open the lid, the palm of my hand is slippery but still the lid does not waver.

Again without many words, the man beside me took back the bottle and opened it with a single turn. After the bottle returned to my hands, I took a seat and drank a few sips.

The motor dealer was seen from where I was sitting. The last ten minutes have felt like an hour. Feels so long because I always go along with him. Not only because of his mysterious attitude, but also uncomfortable with the gazes of many people who saw us.

"Have you? We'll walk again when we're done." This man beside me again took me on a journey that was only a few steps away.

I slowly stood up again and walked with him to the nearest dealer. After arriving at the dealer, some employees smiled towards us who had just entered the dealer area. Various types of motor models are available there. I just stared at him for a moment and then lowered my head.

"Good morning, sir. Tumben came here early in the morning," said one of the employees. I turned my head, the mysterious man next to me looked at the dealer employee for a moment then smiled faintly.

"Choose as you please. The money is more than enough. I'm waiting here."

Mas Ronal sat on the sofa chair that had been provided by the dealer, without looking at me again. It feels really like a dream I could be in this place. Wanting to cry, but embarrassed by the employee beside me who was so professional explained the features of the matic motorcycle brand that I asked.

"I'll choose this one, ma'am. The black color mixed with white seems more elegant," I said while pointing at one of the matic motors in front of me. Sari nodded slowly.

The woman whose age may not be too far from me also noted several things, including my home address because she said she would later be delivered to the house.

I opened the brown envelope Mr. Martin had given me. A thick envelope that I don't know how much money is in it because Mr. Martin didn't tell me the amount of money in the envelope, and I haven't counted it. I just gave him the envelope to pay for the bike I chose.

"Mister Nadira. This is enough" said Mbak Sari graciously and returned the brown envelope to me again.

I saw the contents of the envelope, there was still quite a lot of money left. I really can't understand how many millions Mr. Martin has given for my severance this time, while to pay for the bike alone is twenty-four millions.

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