Thought by Maid, Turns out to be the Mafia Wife
3. Aimed at Achieved

Nabilla prepared herself with the simple gown she had and her shabby-looking bag and cheap shoes wrapped around her feet. Seeing the appearance of Nabilla from toe to toe made Amran feel embarrassed to bring Nabilla to his grandfather's house.

Without saying much, Amran took his wife away." Let's go! We will stop by the new Mall to Grandpa's house.

"Good on."

Upon arrival at the Mall, Amran headed to the clothing counter, specifically Muslim clothing to choose a black dress that shar'i then given to his wife. "Deplace your clothes with a new one. I don't want to introduce my wife who my grandfather would think I would bring a maid for him" Amran said.

"Oh Allah, it's a person who talks very spicy. This man has a heart or not, "the mind of Nabilla, again can only say Istighfar.

After replacing the new dress directly chosen by her husband, Nabilla invited Amran again to the shoe and bag counter. He also bought a new phone for his wife. Be a Nabila who has a look that looks classy and very graceful. His appearance this time was already on par with Amran who looked amazed at his wife but his face remained flat even there was no sweet look on that face.

The journey continues again to the Menteng area of central Jakarta where the conglomerate complex is located.

"When you get out of the car, you have to grab my arm and be friendly with me so that my grandfather knows that you are happy with me" Amran said.

"Why should I make a show to Grandpa mas, if I really feel happy with Mas Amran. And thank you, you are willing to support me by birth by making my appearance super luxurious today. May your fortune be a blessing, my mother." Sincere prayer just slid from the mouth of this girl.

Amran was so shocked to hear the sincere thanks from his wife. He could only catch his breath and reply to his wife. "Thank you again" replied Amran.

Upon arrival at the residence of Mr. Abdullah Al-Ghifari, the couple set their breaths and stepped into the mansion which was so magnificent that Nabilla could only mutter softly in admiration.

"Welcome young master!" greet the butlers and also some servants who bowed their respects to this couple.

"Assalamualaik." Nabilla's greeting to the servants was immediately answered by them a little stiff because as long as they worked for lord Abdullah they never got the attention back from their master's family as Nabilla did this time to them.

"Not be friendly to the waiter. Here your status is the employer and they are only helpers" said Amran.

"Helpers are also human beings, just like us. Precisely their degrees will be raised by the rich first than the rich like mas. The poor have fewer hisabs and they go to heaven first than you who are rich because too much treasure will pass through the hishab longer because God will question to mama only the treasure that is you will spend. You can only be arrogant in the world. So do them a favor, who knows among them will intercede for you in the Hereafter. In short, doing good to his fellow men is obligatory to his law" Nabilla replied at length.

"Whisper, bringel!" amran lirih.

Not long ago the two had met with his grandparents Amran who looked at the appearance of Nabilla from toe to head then smiled proudly at Nabilla.

"MasyaAllah. You get a woman who is really Sholehah Amran," praised her grandfather as he chuckled.

"Assalamualaikum grandpa, granny." Nabilla kissed the back of the hand of lord Abdullah and grandmother Anisa with reverence.

"Sit down, Nabilla by my side!" pinta Anisa's grandmother.

"Hurry and get a wife. You guys aren't being framed? Is your daily life wearing shar'i, Nabilla?" ask grandpa Abdullah.

Without wanting to answer Grandpa's question, Nabilla immediately showed her E-KTP to her grandfather because her picture was also wearing a veil.

Abdullah's grandfather chuckled and believed one hundred percent in Nabilla." Hopefully this marriage is not just your setting Amran to get my position and property. Because I don't want to hear there's a divorce between you no matter what. I will give up what is your purpose. Soon Dito's lawyer will bring the ownership files of all my companies that will be handed over to you and among them there are also the property of your wife" added Mr. Abdullah.

Amran breathed a sigh of relief. He also had his own plans for his wife after his goal was achieved. Not long after, Dito's lawyer came in with two men who were his predecessors and assistants. The handover will take place after the marriage between Nabilla and Amran, which will re-marriage those who are not yet legally legal in the country.

When Nabilla opened her hijab, Anisa's mistress was so amazed to see Nabilla's beauty who had an alluring aura that the MUA team itself, looking at her beauty without words. Nabilla beauty without makeup polish except wearing eyeglasses or black eyeliner to reinforce the shape of her beautiful eyes with long eyelashes and natural-looking lashes.

"MasyaAllah. You're beautiful, son," praised Anisa's grandmother.

"It's not just pretty nyoya, your son-in-law's granddaughter is like a complete package that women envy so much." Answer the MUA.

Beauty Nabilla with a height of 170 cm. Body shape like a model but more visible contained, skin as white as snow. In addition payu** towering looks very plump.

In half an hour, Nabilla looks more beautiful with a white wedding dress and a matching veil. Anisa's grandmother brought her granddaughter out again because Amran was going to do kabul ijab.

"I received his marriage and marriage, Nabilla bint Ridwan Darmawan with a dowry of one million money and a set of diamond jewelry paid in cash." Speak Amran with one breath.

"How's the witness, legit?" The question of the penghulu was answered legitimately by both witnesses from both parties of the bride namely Mr. AL-Ghifari Abdullah and lawyer Dito.

The signing of the handover of the entire company and other treasures with the new leadership of Mr. AL-Ghifari as the chairman of the fearsome underground mafia to his grandson Mohammad Amran. Mr. AL-Ghifari is an expert hacker who stole the money of corruptors in his youth and also has dozens of car repair shops so he can set up his own company.

After passing the wedding, the couple finally came home. Anisa's grandmother hugged her daughter-in-law and advised her granddaughter Amran.

"Amrani. Never waste your wife because the blessings of your fortune and her happiness are the true light of your heart. If you dump her because of your ego, then a lot of men out there are waiting for her with open arms because your wife is your real treasure, compared to what your grandfather gave you today. Guard him!" said Grandma Anisa full of emphasis on her sentence.

"Why are you talking like that?" asked sir Abdullah in curiosity.

"Because your daughter-in-law's granddaughter is like an angel. It's strange how such a beautiful girl can want to Amran," said Anisa's grandmother.

"Grandpa hasn't seen his face yet, grandma. Can you call him for a minute?"

"All right."

"Nabilla."

"Yes grandma."

"Here's a minute, son!"

Nabilla approached her husband's grandparents again." Nabilla, can you open your veil for a minute, son? because your grandfather hasn't seen you yet."

Nabilla immediately opened her veil to show her face to this old couple. How shocked Lord Abdullah was to see the face of his granddaughter-in-law." MashayAllah. How did Amran get you?" Ask her grandfather curious.

Meanwhile, Amran who was not at home waiting for his wife in the car immediately down again pulled his wife's body right when Nabilla put the veil again.

"Damn you bratty grandson. Is mentang-about the newlyweds, to not be impatient a little. Just be careful if you can't give me that much grandchild for me before I die." Abdullah's grandfather responded to Amran's slanted smile which belittled his grandfather's request.

"Who wants to fuck an ugly wife like this? he's not even typical of me, grandfather," inwardly Amran.