Thought by Maid, Turns out to be the Mafia Wife
2. First Exam
Upon arrival in Jakarta, again Nabila was amazed and also amazed like a new village people entered the city, when he saw the towering luxury apartment building, which was very beautiful, as if competing with other buildings just to show the arrogance of the owner of the building manager.
The apartment building also belonged to his grandfather Amran who is currently managed by Amran who only has the status of CEO is not the rightful owner unless the marriage his grandfather wants is proven.
"Why did we come here?"
"Because we're gonna stay here. Do not admire this magnificent apartment building. And one more thing whatever I have is not yours because you just hitchhiked with me. So don't be too long!"
Again the spicy words that were thrown from Amran's mouth were only able to be digested by Nabilla as his first test.
"That mouth is like a firecracker. What did his mother crave first? it is easy to get people. Fortunately husband, if not I get it too tuh people," great-granddaughter Nabila cursed her haughty husband.
"Istighfar Nabila's!" Nabilla concentrated her mind with God to gain strength from the owner of her heart.
That special elevator led them into a sizable unit room with shiny household furniture with three separate rooms. Nabilla just stood there, spreading her gaze that she was able to reach without looking tacky in front of her haughty husband.
"We slept in separate rooms. Here's my room. And there are two rooms in between. Please choose which room you want. One more thing, there are no servants. Do everything yourself. There is food in the refrigerator that you can process.
Don't dream I'll spoil you to buy food outside. If you want to make a cake or a dish, do it! Use all the facilities available. Do whatever you want in this house and don't try to ask my business when I want to get out of the house, get here do you understand?"
"God knows. And rebuke me, if I forget or do so. I beg you not to yell at me because my heart is one and there is no spare. My butterflies are also still healthy if you want to convey something. If you call me and I don't say it, it means I'm praying or in the bathroom. Thank you for letting me mess up this house. If you have your own rules for me, I can do the same for you. Aren't I your jackpot?" nabilla's circus was able to make Amran smile almost invisibly.
"Hm! have the guts also nih girls reply my words, "inner Amran then go into his room.
Nabilla opened the door of the room which again presented a sight so astonished for him." Is this a room or a volleyball court?" he mumbled while putting down his bag.
Nabilla went into the bathroom to clean her body. Praying ashar and teaching for a moment.
"Yes Allah. If this is part of the test you gave me, make it easy for me to live it. Guide my speech as a conditioning of my husband's heart to be able to calm his soul. Open her heart to me if she is the soul mate you have given me. Give him guidance on Your right path.
Nabilla's heartfelt prayer with her hands raised to heaven asked for strength from the Khalik.
A moment later, Nabilla was already in the kitchen with her cooking combat tools. She was very happy to do her first activity, cooking for her husband.
The fragrant aroma of delicious cuisine was able to break into the crevice of Imran's room which was tempted as well at this time. Worms in his stomach as if screaming to immediately come out to taste the cuisine of the wife.
Amran, who had suddenly been sitting on a chair facing the dining table, made Nabilla aghast and almost dropped the bowl she was holding.
"Astaghfiullah! can't you just make a little noise so as not to make me hang?" spray Nabilla with her sharp eyes.
"So, you wish I'd held you from behind and said I love you, baby?" that's."
"It wasn't so time either. Weighing, what's the trouble?"
"Wash your hands. Sit sweetly and do not forget to read the meal prayer!" nabilla.
Amran had to hold his breath because Nabila's words almost made him cringe.
"Eh, you think I'm a kindergarten boy arranged by his teacher's mother? I'm not your son anyway" Amran murmured as Nabilla poured rice and side dishes into his plate.
"Everywhere, the husband was his first child's wife. Everything must be served. Consider it now you are my son. So be polite with me. Eat now! if you're not full, just say it."
"Sad. Is he a former teacher? whatever it is, I want to eat, "inner Amran.
As Amran was about to feed the rice into his mouth, Nabilla rebuked him." Don't forget to read the basmalah!"
"Bismil was bornrahmanirrahim," said Amran while taking a breath.
Nabilla read the prayer and fed the food with a slight stretch of her veil. Amran slightly glanced at the way the veiled woman ate without revealing her face.
Amran tasted the delicious Nabilla cuisine on his tongue, which made him want to go. Usually he never adds a portion of his food, but his wife's cooking is able to hypnotize his tongue." I'd like to add more, "pinta Amran and directly served by Nabilla.
After eating, Nabilla gave pieces of apples and grapes that had been prepared before cooking earlier. Amran brought the fruit into his room.
"Please make me Nabilla coffee and bring it to my room! pinta Amran as it passed.
"Good on."
Ten minutes later, Nabilla brought a cup of black coffee to Amran and brought it to Amran's room. Again the aroma of coffee made by Nabilla makes Amran want to sip it immediately. Nabilla returned to the kitchen to clean the dining table and wash the dishes and their used glasses.
"The coffee is also very delicious. Is he also the former chief." Praise Amran with a smile.
Nabilla returned to her room to perform the Isya prayer. Tired after traveling far enough with a luxury car owned by Amran makes him immediately come to his bed. So did Amran who had slept first because on the way they only rest when Nabilla want to go to the bathroom and pray.
The next morning, Nabilla was called by her husband to prepare clothes for her. He wanted to bring Nabila before his grandfather to be introduced as his wife.
"Nabilla. Please prepare a casual dress for me and you should also get ready to accompany me to grandfather's house. I want to introduce you to her."
"Good on."
Nabilla walked into her husband's dressing room and gasped at the sight of the dressing room like a clothes counter in a big mall." Masya Allah. What exactly is my husband's job? his family had robbed a bank. Astaghfirullah, why did I become a su'uzon like this O Allah," inwardly Nabilla.
She rushed to find a t-shirt and jeans suitable for her husband.