Married the Mafia Boss
Many secrets

Marrying a Mafia boss

The Part 78

The thin smile was again painted so sweet on the face with dimples on both sides of his cheeks. Susi and I copied hugging back and then she resumed her activities to arrange my hijab to make it look neater and harmonious with the robe that I would wear.

A simple study will soon begin. Tents and chairs have been neatly arranged since this morning, and chatring food and a variety of snack snacks at the market have been provided as a banquet for invited guests, papa's house is not too spacious so it is not enough to accommodate all the invited neighbors and guests, if only rely on the living room and family room. That's why my mom rented a tent and chairs.

The guests had already arrived a lot, many sounds of laughter, jokes and chatter increasingly boisterous heard from inside my room, all have been prepared well like rice boxes to be taken home by the guests have been made available.

While rice companion foods such as rendang, capcai,soto, sambal livers/ampela, and others have been neatly arranged in the long prosper that is near the window, I am very, very grateful that my mother and all the neighbors have helped prepare everything well and neatly.

"Nadira seems very happy with this marriage, Miss Dea, is Dira not afraid of her husband's actions?" ask a neighbor who is still busy with his work to roll out mats and carpets in the guest room.

"You really don't pity your son Nadira, De? But you did enter your own child into the tiger cage, twice her husband-to-be was already in prison because of a case of abuse against someone in the future are you not horrified?" sahut the other mothers.

''Horror, I also know the truth. It's just that, so he can get out of here and take care of his own life, anyway if not the same he who would want to propose to Nadira?" mama's answer made a chuckle and it pierced my heart. Maybe your mama deliberately kicked me out of this papa's house? I don't know if I don't understand it either

The words may sound ordinary, but

for me there are many secrets in it, even I just know if this is actually my home.

Isn't this a papa's house and this house automatically on behalf of papa too? Why was the middle-aged woman talking about this being my home? Since when did you change ownership of this house?.

I also do not want to take a headache and open the handpone screen when there is an important message that enters there. Maybe from mother because mother had asked for my number when visiting her house a few days ago.

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

Oh yes kak want a work promo titled I am not Rahim Backup not less creepy also loh kak story..