Married the Mafia Boss
Accusing

Chapter 3

"Dira, make fried noodles equal egg dong!" Shouted Madam Nadin from inside his room as always.

Always so, no matter I am still busy berberes house, whether it is ironing clothes, sweeping the house, mopping the floor or washing clothes from where he ruled must be done immediately. Otherwise, there will be prolonged problems such as Korean drama soap operas.

"Yes...Just a moment, Ma'am. Less than one more of this. Nanggung," I returned swinging the iron to the mini dres belonging to Nadin's mother.

"Dira! I'm asking to make her fried noodles now, right now, Dira. The time of the hungry is delayed anyway?! You want me to get sick and die, right?!" madam Nadin's jolt made me swallow suddenly.

Not wanting to make a fuss that would only get a long lecture from mama, I immediately rushed to turn off the iron and move to the kitchen.

I started concocting the seasoning and frying the eggs plump first. Nadin's mother returned to her room while nagging indistinctly. Not long after, he came back with hurried steps.

"Dira!" call her nervously while patting my shoulder rudely.

"What's up, Ma'am?" I was quite surprised and then looked at him.

"Dira! If anyone talks, look first. It's not polite to go straight!" I don't know the saiton from which Madam Nadin always argued every time he spoke to me. It was as if I was never right in his eyes.

"Awhile, Ma'am. The egg was almost burnt," I hurriedly raised the mature egg. As if he didn't care about my answer, he resumed his question.

"Do you have a pink gift that I put on the table?" ask again with widened eyes.

"Lied you! Obviously my dresser was a mess, now I'm clean and Kinclong is. Who else if it wasn't you who finished it?!" accusation again.

"I'm usually the one who cleans up, Ma'am. But this time it wasn't me. Seriously." I pointed two fingers at him as a sign of seriousness or a vow that my words this time were not a lie.

"It's just you in this house, I'm the same mom. If not you who else took it? mamma? Impossible not. Make what? It's just a wallet!" accuse him again and again.

My heart is heating up and it hurts to get this kind of treatment from him. How could my own brother accuse me of being a thief. In fact, I've told you repeatedly I'm not the culprit, but he still doesn't like me.

"I didn't take it, Ma'am. I've never stolen anything from Nadin's mother" I said a little loudly. Never accept always accused of thieves whenever there are lost items. Though sometimes a sprain or he himself who forgot to move it where.

"You dare yell at me, Dira! I'm your brother yes, who is polite to you!" Madam Nadin pulled my hijab violently until it almost came off. But the pull suddenly stopped when my mother said hello.

my mom came with 3 guys I knew well. Their sudden arrival made me round my eyes. I blinked my eyes slowly and turned my eyes when I accidentally stared at one of the men.

"God mama why is the road a little lame?"

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