Married the Mafia Boss
Meet the future mother-in-law

Married to a mafia boss

Part 62's

"That's not great, it fits you perfectly."

Not many questions, in the end I just kept quiet. After making the payment, Mas Ronal gave a paper bag containing the handphone to me.

"Any mas's expensive?" ask me again because I did not pay too much attention to the price of the handpone.

"It's not expensive, what else is it for you."

"Eeeaaaaa piwittt..." Mr. Udin cheered in excitement while laughing amusedly. Right now I really feel dead lice, my face must have been flushed like boiled shrimp. Oh my goodness, god. This guy has really made me feel wrong.

The journey to the Ronal mas house continued. Not long after, the car entered a standard housing that is not too elite. Pak udin stopped his car right in a minimalist house with light brown paint.

I forgot to go down first until as usual Ronal opened the car door for me. He also invited me to come into the house. Looks a small flower garden and there is also a small koi fish pond beside the garage to be the main view when entering this house.

Really the house of Mother Mas Ronal is very much different from the house of Mama mas Hansel which is very spacious and very luxurious. A very striking difference is that this house only has one floor while the house of mama mas Hansel has two floors. What news I have heard all this time is true, if Mr. Martin is more concerned with his new wife than his first wife who is none other than the Mother of Ronal.

"Let's go in, you're waiting for you inside" Ronal's ranting all my daydreams. I saw Mr. Udin sitting on the terrace as I said my greetings.

"Mother is waiting in the family room, let's go in." take her again when I'm sitting in the guest room.

Now my heart is pounding incoherently as my feet step in to go inside, touching what I should talk about with my future mother-in-law. I completely finished the words he made.

"Sore Bun, the future mother-in-law has come" said Mas Ronal to a dark green hijab woman sitting in a wheelchair. The woman was enjoying the view outside the window.

As he turned towards me, I saw a friendly smile on his lips. I kissed the back of her hand and introduced my name to her.

"Nadira, a very pretty name, as pretty as the person. Come please sit, son, sorry Mother sat him in a wheelchair yes." he said with a friendly smile that is still painted on his lips, mas Ronal was saying goodbye to the front porch to accompany Mr. Udin, seems to have deliberately left me here both of his parents so that I can freely talk to his mother.

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Thank you brother for stopping by and read my story, sorry if there is any wrong word😊

Oh yes brother wants a promo work entitled Forced I am not a spare womb not less creepy also loh kal story..