Thought by Maid, Turns out to be the Mafia Wife
4. Just a Doll Wife

As time went on, it did not feel that the marriage of Amran and Nabilla had entered three months. Amran who looks increasingly arrogant after getting all his goals that want to explore a quarter of his grandfather's current business world, including himself has explored the underworld.

The previous caring attitude towards Nabilla was still there, now slowly fading away. He rarely went home sometimes three days or even a week.

Nabilla, who had realized from the beginning of this marriage, would feel bland for her, but she did not want to take the wrong step even though she actually knew that her husband did not love her at all.

"Nabilla, patient Nabilla! The new bride does not have to be happy. The household needs to be tested for the feasibility of its inhabitants. If you are fragile from the beginning, how do you make it strong from the storm.

Don't lose to the devil because that's the real purpose of the devil. Satan is not too tempted to tempt people who are worshiping His God, but the devil will tell his subordinates who are demons in order to make the human household end in divorce," said Nabilla strengthen himself.

Nabilla intends to deliver her husband's favorite dishes by bringing some apples and grapes to be stored in the refrigerator of her husband's workspace. She had never been to her husband's company because she knew before that her husband's office used to be in this apartment building as well.

After packing the South Korean food into Tupperware, Nabilla left for her husband's company on a motorcycle that Amran bought for her. The matic motor entered the company parking lot. Nabilla became the center of attention of Amran employees who looked at her with a small smile.

Nabilla did not care about the scorn of her husband's employees on her. She felt that her appearance was not embarrassing to her husband. She walked to the reception to ask her whereabouts.

"Sorry miss! Can I meet Amran?"

"Who is Amran?" ask the receptionist with a snob.

"Of course the owner of this company" replied Nabilla.

"Are you ready, Mr Amran?"

"Oh, I'm his servant. I was asked by Amran to deliver lunch here. Do you want me to feed Amran, if you prevent me from delivering food to my master?"

"If the lawyer, do not hesitate to call Mr. Amran with the name mas. Basic, just the song, pretentious young lady," said Hani.

Nabilla can only be privileged. He was not surprised by the receptionist's attitude in front of him at this moment." Pantesan mas Amran if you like spicy, no employee no employer his mouth is like marcon, "inner Nabilla.

"Miss Nabilla!" Call Dito's lawyer to Nabilla.

"Eh, mr. Dito. Assalamualaikum sir!"

"Vaalaikumuslam. Want to meet Mr Amran?"

"A. yes, sir. I deliberately wanted to surprise him but forgot what floor Amran workspace mas."

"His husband's own workspace doesn't know" ledek mr. Dito.

"What....? a husband? didn't this woman just confess to her maid, Mr. Dito?" hani said nervously.

"It's you who will be fired first, Hani. So that human beings do not have to judge people through appearance," spray Mr. Dito.

"Already mr. Dito. I want to see my husband" Nabilla said.

"Young lady. Please forgive me. I was wrong miss," said Hani who immediately bent his knee to Nabilla.

"Respect anyone you meet in this world, ma'am, except the person who will threaten you. Thanks for the friendly welcome. Enough God will judge your attitude to me" said Nabilla and followed the footsteps of Mr. Dito.

Hani felt very ashamed of Nabilla who instead advised her instead of scolding her." Oh Allah, fortunately his wife, the beautiful woman, Amran, try if his wife is arrogant with a bright appearance, surely I can be rebuked completely," Hani murmured softly.

Meanwhile, Nabilla was already in front of the door painted with towering mahogany. Feeling that it was her husband's workroom, Nabilla opened the door slowly but she heard a moaning from inside that made her steps feel heavy.

Seeing the painful sight in her eyes, Nabilla immediately rebuked a girl who was sitting on her husband's lap while making out.

"Laknatullah! What are you guys doing here, huh?!" Nabilla snapped with a thunderous voice making Amran spontaneously push his female body to the side.

"Nabilla.you!"

"What are you doing here, demonic woman?" nabilla.

"Of course, meet my lover." Answer the girl named Fina.

"New lover mas Amran, right? why do you trust yourself so much?" cynical Nabilla.

"Of course very confident. Than you're just the wife of Amran's doll, right?"

"You want a puppet, a robot, even a mannequin, my status is valid before God and the state. Than you are admitted lover, but your body has been tasted in installments and not necessarily you will be married.

Maybe one day if he gets bored, he will not hesitate to throw you like garbage," replied Nabilla no less fierce.

"Oh, so envious of the story because it was never touched by Amran mas? how she wants to be passionate about touching you with your appearance that is so tightly closed, where maybe her lustful husband just makes it sick," great-granddaughter Fina by flicking her lips with a trivial look.

"The "closed ones are much more hygienic and healthful. Than the open will invite many flies to inhabit the body that already smells of carrion because of the former anyone.

You danced like this to tease my husband in skimpy clothes, but as you walked all the way up to this place, many men already enjoy parts of your body with the perverted look they have that makes them fantasize wildly at you. Where are you special, huh?!" the Nabilla circus then threw the fruit pouch he was holding onto Fina's body making the girl flinch.

"Mas Amran's. Why would you just shut up when he throws Fina in a bag filled with fruit?" fina's whining was in pain as well.

"That's just a new pouch that contains fruit. Tomorrow, if I see your face here again, the kitchen knife I'm gonna throw in your stomach. I don't want my pride as his wife Mas Amran to be hurt by actors like you," said Nabilla with a sharp breath to make his chest rise and fall irregularly.

"Basic crazy woman!" fina's Ogat.

"Yes, I'm not just crazy. But I could've finished you off if mine were taken by a seductress like you . I don't care if my husband loves me or not, but our marriage of his own accord is not a compulsion.

He chose me to be his wife. That means you're the one who's only considered his puppet to be satisfying

orgasm in exchange for money. That means you're equal to a cheap slut. Now get out of here, quick!" Nabilla's snapping wrath.

Fina's face looked so pale that she had trouble breathing. He picked up his bag and left Amran's study with a bent face while stomping his legs.

"Thank you, Amran, for the beautiful sight you gave me today! I know my position in your eyes only as the status of your wife to get your destination.

But you have managed to step on my pride like before in front of other women. You enjoy our quarrel just to fight over you. But, someday you will feel how yours will be seized by others? at that time you just know the hurt feelings that I am currently feeling," Nabilla said with her head held firm without tears.

"One more thing, if you think I'm the only Doll Wife you can beat as you please, you're wrong. Because I'm not that selugu. It's not that I can't fight you because I'm a girl, but I choose to be quiet because you're my husband and that means my paradise is yours." Ezra...!"

Nabilla left her husband's office while arranging for her emotions to be unread by her husband's employees. This veiled girl could only say Istighfar in each step of her foot.