Married the Mafia Boss
Baffled

Married the boss of the Mafia

The Part 44

My heart is worried again. Which path should I choose at this time. Can I be with my first love? Is my dream not too high? Would her family also bless this relationship if it really happened?

"What about your mama? He never liked me. Our social status is much different, Mom. Totally different. As powerful as anything can never be the same," I said softly.

Every time I remember Ms. Sinta, my heart hurts again. The shadow of his hatred and disgust towards me was as if passing by in plain sight. It made me feel more confident and helpless.

"I'll convince mom. You can go after package C and go to college. I'll pay for your college until college. Mama will definitely agree if you also have a degree. I know what your mother's character is. He just did not want my future wife to be insulted by my friends who are mostly educated and located. Mama just wants you to be more confident facing a lot of people, Nadira. Mama hopes you will not be insecure if you meet with my business friends later. That's all."

The man got up from the chair and walked over to me. He explained in such a way that I would believe his words.

"That means your mom doesn't agree, Mom. He wants his future son-in-law who is equivalent to you, at least a bachelor's degree as well. While Mother Mas Ronal wants to accept me as I am. He did not sue me for this and that is moreover my obligation to get an education to graduate. He accepts me for who I am, including Mas Ronal."

Kuseka clear rounders that drip on both cheeks. Mas Habsel's gaze turned haggard. As if I didn't get the answer I gave. Maybe he doesn't like it if I praise his second mother too much, or he doesn't want me to compare his mother to Mas Ronal. I don't know.

Hansel is getting closer. I slowly retreated to the corner of the room. My heart thumped even more when I realized there was no more room for me to dodge it. So fast did Mas Hansel lock me up.

He stood too close to me that started shaking even out in cold sweat. His gaze was so sharp. The extremely close distance made me feel his rough breathing. His two arms are now on the left and right side of my head.

The tears that I had been holding back without realizing had fallen on my cheeks. And so with her tears. There are no words he said. Only silence and clear circles fill this living room. I tried to push him back, but my meager strength was unable to make him retreat even if it was just a step.

"Say, Dira. What decision? Will you fight with me to convince mom of our love?" ask him expectantly.

Fear rules this heart. I didn't find the usual Mas Hansel. This moment he was very different. I was afraid to look into his sharp eyes. He asked the same question a second time. But I still flinch. My tongue suddenly stiffened. I wanted to answer, but my voice seemed to be stuck in my throat.

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