Naughty Girl Owns Hot Daddy
Chapter 66

One by one the guests say goodbye to Marissa and Marcello. Although at first the residents were upset, but now they are happy for the couple's marriage.

Just at that time two luxury cars stopped right in the courtyard of Bu Nilam's house. Marcello recognized them, who was none other than Joe and some of his Bodyguards.

Joe got out of the car while stomping his head which still felt swirling. He approached Marcello with a disheveled face.

"Good night, Mr. Marcello. Mr. Fattan told me that you were in trouble. What's the matter, sir?" ask Joe.

Joe noticed Marcello's performance from head to toe. Especially at that time Marcello wore a shirt that could be said to be cheap by them. However, for Fattan it was the best shirt he ever had.

"It's too late! They've married me off, "' Marcello replied with an annoyed face staring at the assistant.

"Married? Mean Sir?"

"Didn't you see anything different about me tonight? I'm married, Joe! I've married my own daughter!"

"What?!" squealed Joe who did not believe the words of his Boss.

"Yes, due to a misunderstanding, the citizens ended up marrying me to Marissa because we were considered a perverted couple."

Joe wanted to laugh when he heard Marcello's words, but he did not dare to let go of his laughter.

"Then, where is Miss Marissa now?" ask Joe.

Suddenly from behind the door, Marissa appeared who was still wearing her bridal kebaya. He approached Marcello and stood beside the man.

"I'm here, Mr. Joe. What's up?" ask Marissa.

Joe rounded his eyes when he noticed the beautiful girl with the bride's kebaya. He can't even speak anymore.

"Joe, condition your eyes!" annoyed Marcello while rubbing Joe's face violently because he continued to look at the beautiful face of his little wife.

"I'm sorry, sir."

"Joe, we'd better get back tonight. I don't want to bother Miss Nilam any longer" said Marissa.

"What?!" peekot Marissa.

Marissa did not believe that Marcello could decide their return so soon. He wanted to enjoy the village even longer.

"Yes, Cha. We're back tonight, too. Besides not wanting to bother Miss Nilam, Daddy also has no guts to show Daddy's face to the villagers. Daddy's really embarrassed. We have to take care of our wedding, right?" marcello.

"But,"

Marissa tried to resist, but it seemed impossible. Marcello remained firm on his stance, wanting to bring Marissa home with him to the Mansion.

"Well, get ready, Cha."

Marcello stared fixedly at the girl's eyes as she gently stroked her shoulders. With a heavy heart, Marissa finally agreed and prepared to go home tonight.

Marissa stepped gontai entering the modest house owned by Ms. Nilam. He approached the middle-aged woman with a lethargic face. At that time Miss Nilam was sitting in a chair in the kitchen with Erika and Fattan.

"Mom" said Marissa.

"What's up, kid? How come his face is so moody?" ask Miss Nilam.

Marissa grabbed an empty chair and sat down next to Miss Nilam.

"Mom, it looks like Marissa and Mr. Marcello will be back tonight as well. He does not want to trouble Miss Nilam and Mr. Fattan with our presence here" Marissa said.

Ms. Nilam rounded her eyes. All this time he had considered Marissa like his own son and he was not ready if the girl came home so soon. He glanced at Marissa who was now putting her head on her shoulders.

"But, son, why so fast? Can't you guys stay another day or two here?" said Ms. Nilam while stroking the girl's cheek.

"Yes, why did it have to be this fast, Marissa?!" asked Fattan who was also no less surprised.

"It's already a decision that Mr. Marcello and Marissa can resist, ma'am."

Ms. Nilam looked sadly at the girl while breathing heavily. "Alright, then, son. I can't force you to stay here any longer. Don't forget about Mom, son. Ajakin her husband used to play here."

"Thank you very much, Mom. Because all this time Miss Nilam has been kind enough to help Marissa."

Marissa's eyes glazed over when she said it and it made Ms. Nilam too moved. The middle-aged woman immediately hugged Marissa's body and they cried together.

Erika was moved by herself. He rested his head on Fattan's shoulder while sobbing. However, because Fattan did not pay attention to him, then he again spoke to the handsome Lecturer.

"Sir Fattan, I'm sad, sir! Try to be sensitive to napa," he said.

Fattan turned to the girl then chuckled softly. "Call them" he replied.

"Yes, God. Mr. Fattan, you really suck!" annoyed Erika.

Meanwhile on the terrace of Miss Nilam's house.

Marcello was still talking to Joe, while the Bodyguards were ready to take their Boss back to town.

"Joe, I'm confused as to how I treated Marissa from now on. Because now Marissa's status is no longer as my little girl, but as a wife. Do I have to do that with him, too, Joe?" marcello asked while kneading his temple. His head felt dizzy when he thought about his relationship with Marissa.

"Of course, sir. Isn't Miss Marissa legitimately your Wife and it's your duty as her husband" Joe said steadily.

"Oh God! How do I get started, Joe? I doubt I could do that with him."

Joe did not answer. He just shook his head slowly while looking at his confused Boss.

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