Married the Mafia Boss
Attention to Ronal

Marrying the Mafia Boss

Part 49's

Sinta's mother looks so upset because her favorite child is more defending me than her.

"Come, Din. Take me to the regular salon. Want to just let it not be dizzy," said Bu Sinta quickly and then entered his car parked on the side of the road.

Mr. Udin seemed to nod his head slightly and spoke in sign language with Mas Ronal. I don't understand what sign language means between the two of them, but Mas Ronal seems to understand quite well. He nodded his head and invited Mr. Udin to leave.

"Mas, I put the bike in first huh? You see Mama also want to go to work again," I said slowly approaching my motorcycle in the yard. Earlier this morning had been issued and wanted to be borrowed Nadin, but kularang. He's the one who doesn't get my bike back into the house.

Remember, my mom doesn't have a garage. So, the motor is inserted into the living room so as not to invite theft. There is only the front yard of the house that is not too broad with long chairs, where mothers usually chat in the afternoon.

"It's just me" said the man briefly, then asked me to switch the bike to him.

I saw the sturdy back of Mas Ronal who was still pushing my bike into the house. After that I locked the door again after saying goodbye to Mama who was still chatting at Bi Lina's house.

Mas Hansel who was still sitting on his motorcycle just looked at me closely from earlier. There was not a word he said, only that I knew at this moment he was trying to contain his anger.

His gaze was fierce, unlike usual who always looked shady and calm. I really can't make it like this. Again, all for the common good. After all, he never said he had the same taste for me. So, none of this is entirely my fault, is it?

I don't know what Mas Ronal came here to ride. There are no other cars or motorcycles parked here. The man opened the car door for me and tidied up the end of my robe that was still stuck in the door. Again without a word, still with a cold expression.

After feeling safe, Mas Ronal closed the taxi door slowly. He sat next to the driver and put on a seat belt. He looked back, soundlessly just glancing at the seat belt I should have worn.

"Wear it, for safety's sake."

Too short, but I'll agree. I put on the seat belt and sat quietly. The man looked back to the front after nodding his head as I finished putting on the safety rope.

"Kejora Boutique yes sir. Appropriate yes?." sir the driver asked after Ronal mas sitting next to him.

"Rubber, sir." she replied briefly

the driver nodded his head slowly, then drove a car to split the streets of this flower city. Silence began to occur, no chatter whatever fill this car.all busy with their own minds. The driver was also busy with his car.

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