Married the Mafia Boss
Refuted

Part 7's

I knew there would only be disappointment and hurt if I told her my true feelings. I love her enough in silence and hold her in my heart, not forgetting to write down every moment of our togetherness in the diary that I kept quite hidden in the room.

"What did you say, Dira? You dare to argue with me now?" Madam Nadin was quite shocked to hear a reply from me.

"Who is arguing? I'm just asking Nadin to see what I'm doing right now. I'm having breakfast, if you need help you should come here. Not always screaming from the room every day. I'm actually your sister or your maid?" connect me again while looking into his eyes.

I deliberately did not take my eyes off, wanting to see how he would express if I dared to reply to his always arbitrary words towards me. Usually I never dare to argue with him like this, I'm too afraid of guts. But now, I was really upset and my mood was still unstable so deliberately to challenge him.

"Crazy now. You dare to argue with me. You should be self-conscious, Dira. Your salary isn't enough to cost you a month. I'm the one who charges for your food, drinks and all your necessities in this house. So-so

"So what, Ma'am? My salary is one million and two hundred every month. Even eating alone is enough. Only I give mama six hundred thousand for shopping per month. That is also sometimes still asked to pay for arisan or even pay for electricity tokens. While you? Almost a year of work just how many times do you give mama? That's what you said I was living with you?"

I myself do not know why this tongue too smoothly refutes his statement. Maybe that annoyance and jealousy made me more willing to take this kind of attitude. I do not know why there is courage that suddenly appears in this self.

It felt lazy to always be trampled by him. Although I know, if I dare to refute his request or statement there will get scolding from mama all the time.

"You yeah! Only that kind of salary is his mercy! My more salary is not that arrogant. Why did you send the money you gave to your mother? Are you not sincere?" jolt Nadin again.

"Ikhlas. I just want you to think that that salary can also make a living. It doesn't have to be a big salary like you, ma'am. What's the salary for you if you give mama ala perfungnya?" sindirku again.

Nadin is getting upset. He almost slapped me, but his hand was so rough that Nadin grimaced in pain.

"I'd be sick if I got a slap from you, too. Already yes, I want to go to work.mama still shopping vegetables in front. Assalamualaikum."

I left Nadin's mother still in pain. But my steps stopped when he called back.

"Dira!"

"Otherwise?"

"Setrikain my clothes first, this bad luck. Want to make an office. Why don't you pick up my shirt?" Kulirik Mbak Nadin carrying his shirt and skirt again.

"I also have bad luck because of the storm with you, Ma'am. That's my new shirt I washed yesterday, I know if I want to do work today. Wear a lot of others" I said.

"This is a new shirt, Dira. I'm gonna wear this now!" jerk again.

"Then, iron yourself. I want to go, not late. Not good with other employees and Mr. Martin"

I just left Nadin. No matter what swearing and scolding slid out of his lips. Sometimes I may have to argue with him so that he does not become more arbitrary towards me. Looking at the mama across the street, I immediately walked over and kissed the back of her hand and said goodbye.

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