My employer, my husband
Chapter 8

Night approaching.

After finishing the bath, Nazia rushed towards the room. With the towel still wrapped around her tiny body, Nazia was silent in front of the wooden closet containing clothes.

"What should I wear, huh?! I don't even have good clothes." he muttered as he stared at the contents of his closet.

During this time the salary earned by Nazia was only enough to meet the needs of his daily life. Let alone to buy good and expensive clothes, can make the kitchen continues to billow even he was very grateful. Not to mention Bi Narti who is often sickly and needs drugs to reduce his pain. Understand it because Bi Narti's age is no longer young.

Nazia scratched her nape, she was completely confused as to what clothes to welcome her future husband and in-laws tonight. Until finally, Nazia's eyes were fixed on a simple white kebaya that belonged to her late mother.

He grabbed it and then took the kebaya. His forehead shriveled as he watched the kebaya closely. Kebaya is still very good but the style of kebaya is a bit outdated.

"Ah, stop! At best they will laugh at me" he murmured.

Without a second thought, Nazia immediately put on the kebaya after putting on her underwear. The girl looked at her reflection in the mirror, she smiled. It was as if he saw his mother standing in front of him. Yes, she was exactly like her mother when she wore the kebaya.

Actually Nazia never saw his mother's face directly. He only saw it from a photo of memories. Nazia's mother died on the day of her birth. Her father died three years ago while she was still in high school.

Now Bi Narti is the only family he has. Bi Narti is the older brother of his late father who replaced the role of the Mother, caring for and raising Nazia from birth to the present. Bi Narti was even willing not to get married for the sake of taking care of himself.

Sometimes Nazia felt very guilty, because it was her, Bi Narti was willing to sacrifice her own happiness for the sake of raising her.

After tidying up her hair and dressing up with makes up equipment, Nazia rushed to meet Bi Narti. Currently, Bi Narti is preparing snacks and drinks to welcome the arrival of Mr. Dodi's family.

"Bi, how does Zia look? Pretty, right?!" nazia said as she circled around showing her appearance tonight.

Bi Narti took off the snack that was in his hand and placed it on the table. He turned around then noticed the beautiful girl who was smiling sweetly looking at him.

"Mazio ..."

Bi Narti's cry broke out, he rushed to hug the girl as well as kissed the top of his head many times. Suddenly, Bi Narti's reaction at that time made Nazia confused.

"Aunt why?" tanyakanya.

"Auntie seems to see your late mother, son. Yeah, God! You look so much like her."

Bi Narti again noticed Nazia's appearance while wiping away the tears that were still flowing in both corners of her eyes.

"Auntie must miss Mom a lot, huh, Bi?" ask Nazia.

"Yes, Son. Aunty misses your Mom and Dad very much" said Bi Narti.

"Mom, please! Make me cancel this engagement. Adit doesn't want to marry that girl! No levels!" adit was upset.

"Mom can't, Dit! Besides, I agree if you marry Nazia. She's a good girl she's still innocent. Not like the women you play with here often" said his mother.

"Stupid or a village?!"

"Whatever you say, Dit. I pray you fall in love with Nazia until you get to her knees!" said the mother while chuckling leaving Aditya who was still very upset in the room.

"No way!!!" the upset.

Aditya walked in his mother's footsteps to the front yard, where Mr. Dodi was waiting for them.

"Come, Dit!" bring Mr. Dodi.

With a lazy face, Aditya drove his car towards the Nazia residence. Although upset and very do not want this match, but he did not dare to argue the wishes of the Father.

"You take it easy, Dit. I'm sure, after marriage, you can definitely accept Nazia, right, Mom?" said Mr. Dodi while looking at the Wife.

"Your father is right, Dit."

Aditya rotated both his eyes without wanting to answer his father's words.

"Heh, there's no way I can fall in love with a country girl like her! Yeah, God! What would office people say if they knew that I was marrying a poor, uneducated girl and a village like her? I'm sure they'll laugh at me! A Personal Assistant Danish Armani Putra must marry a village girl! Especially if Mr Danish knows, where will my cool face be?!" his inner.

After a few minutes, finally the car driven by Aditya arrived in front of Bi Narti's modest house. Shaking, Bi Narti approached the door after hearing the sound of a car stopping right in front of his house.

Bi Narti smiled a warm smile to welcome the arrival of Mr. Dodi's family. Similarly, Mr. Dodi and the Wife, they also look very happy when Bi Narti welcomes their arrival.

"Please come in, sir, Mom," said Bi Narti.

"Thank you" said Mr. Dodi and the Wife simultaneously.

"Please come in, Nak Aditya," welcome Bi Narti.

Let alone answering his words, the man gawked in with his face bent.

Bi Narti fell silent as he looked at the back of Aditya who walked over to the chair in the room.

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