Thought by Maid, Turns out to be the Mafia Wife
11. I'll Get rid of him

Almost the forehead of Wira touched the forehead of Nabilla who failed to do when Nabilla said the thing that became a slap for her." Protect me from the temptation of the damned devil."

One sentence escaped from his tongue with his body hanging his soul only on the owner of his life.

"Damn..!" muttered Wira who was satirized by the final sentence as a reprimand for him who considered Nabilla if he was a demon who was teasing him.

"Excuse me Sir!" Nabilla soon comes out of it rather than having to face a widower who must be looking for a warm nest to release the shackles of desire due to loneliness without the lure of a wife.

Nabilla walked as usual as she headed up the stairs to get down to the first floor. Many times he blew the air out of his mouth as if it had run out in a canister.

"Nabilla!" reprimand madam Irene as the girl walked towards her pavilion.

"Yes, madam."

"Why is it so long in my son's room? are you teasing her?" madam Irene asked suspiciously and seemed haughty.

"Alhamdulillah, my clothes are safe enough not to attract lonely men like your son, mistress." Sarkas Nabilla dropped mistress Irene's arrogance.

"But not a few dressed like you gave themselves to a rich and handsome man like my son."

"That's the mistress, not me. If the mistress wants to blame the Muslim woman enough oknumnya not her clothes because the condition to become a woman occupant of heaven is her clothes contained in the verses of the Qur'an," cynical Nabilla.

"Wouldn't that make a low-class woman like you sell anything for Nabila rupiah?" a paltry smile was clearly visible on the face of mistress Irene who was so afraid that her son would fall in love with Nabilla.

"But, alas, the treasure possessed by a rich man with all his pride is only cherished by Allah no more than the wings of a mosquito. The world is too cheap, madam, compared with the luxury of heaven that has never been imagined by the mind of the genius of the inhabitants of this earth who are called humans except that Allah is as holy as His Majesty Rosulullah who has seen part of his paradise.

And the good looks of your son, who does not necessarily rival the prophet Joseph and his wealth, cannot be compared with the prophet Solomon, because of his prayer that God must not give the wealth to a man who exceeds himself, both before him and after him.

And that prayer is evident to this day because there has never been a man as rich as the prophet Solomon on this earth to this day. Did you get here, you understand, madam?" Nabilla said she was able to silence the insults of Miss Irene on her.

"Damn it! Her position was a maid in my house but her style exceeded the pride of the noble daughters." Hiss mistress Irene while staring at the back of Nabilla who had already disappeared from her sight.

While in the room owned by Wira, this man just stared at the beautiful face of Nabilla who had he screen shot on his phone." You'll be mine Nabilla. Even if you confess that even if you have a husband, I will get rid of him to get you" murmured Wira with a sneaky grin.

"Basic, family sucks. Thank goodness there's an Arsen I can count on to strengthen me here. Turns out your father's loyalty to your late mother wasn't as strong as the reef in the Arsen Sea. Looks like he's also a venereal criminal just like Mas Amran. Hmh! The rich everywhere show off wealth only to oppress the weak." Decih Nabilla then took ablution to perform the night prayer before going to bed.

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The state of the luxurious mansion was very quiet from the occupants of the owner of the palace. Madame Irene to the venue gathered with her social friends while Wira, Arsen and Nadin with their respective busyness outside the house.

Nabilla is making some cakes and pudding as desserts for later tonight because the family rarely eats lunch together.

Just as Nabilla was tidying up the cake utensils, suddenly there was a bang the door closed so loudly from Nadine's room. Not long heard a shard of bells from inside there made Nabilla tickled to find out. Afraid of something happening to the girl, Nabilla banged on the door many times until it was opened by Nadin.

"What do you want, huh?"

"Sorry Miss Nadin. Is there anything I can help you with?"

"helpfully? you want to help me? what can you do, babu? your school is only up to Junior High, isn't it? that's why your ideals are only as high as being babu." The insults did not make Nabilla sick.

"Truely you said, Miss Nadin. I would love to be you, only I am not given the opportunity by God to keep my mouth awake from insulting others if I were as rich as you. God is fair, right? your wealth does not guarantee the quality of your way of thinking. Maybe that's why you look so cranky like this because of your narrow heart and shallow mind." Those words made Nadine feel stifled now.

Nabilla switched to leave Nadin making Nadin want to challenge him.

Nabilla smiled and turned her body towards Nadin.

"What classes did you take?"

"Business management."

"What do you want to bet on me?"

"Money."

"I don't need that."

"What kind of place do you want?"

"Being my men."

"What...? no. gabe. I don't want to. Not necessarily you can do it" Nadine refused.

"What if I could. Have you not seen my abilities? how do you say I can't. Don't underestimate a little guy like me. Because you never know what I've been through in my life.

Have you never heard of a pedicab boy being able to compete in the international scene with his genius. So, the little guy just relies on his brain and muscles when he reaches for his dreams" Nabilla continued.

"alright. I accept your challenge. Now go into my room and check my thesis. I was instead asked to change the title by my lecturer," Nadin said as he handed the script to Nabilla.

"I'll do your job but it's a secret between the two of us and lest your family know that you don't lose face in front of them."

"I agree" said Nadin, who felt that Nabilla was stupid.

"Basic moron, that's exactly what I want, babu," his mind laughed at Nabilla. Though Nabila's intentions also want to protect him from the ridicule of his family if the result of the script is Nabilla's hard work.

The wife of Amran, who had been an assistant to several lecturers at his campus at the University of London, has won many prestigious awards. It's just not much exposed by the western media because of his appearance which is considered*is. Even his own country underestimated him. That is why Nadia is not famous at all like the Olympic sports section is more ogled by the government.

Nadia tidied up Nadin's room with a floor cleaning vacuum so that the shard goes all into the sophisticated tool. After that he started surfing with a keyboard on Nadin's laptop.

The speed of Nabilla's fingers dancing on the laptop board, making Nadine very amazed.

Nabilla's eyes were so deftly read each chapter that it was marked in red ink by her lecturer Nadine. Not to mention Nabilla changed the title of Nadine's thesis.

After repairing the girl's thesis, Nadine made a power point to prepare for Nadine's thesis trial.

He invited Nadine to discuss by explaining some chapters that are usually used as lecturers as a form of questions in the thesis exam.

"Well! Nabilla's mom is great. Where was college, brother?"

"No need to know. Just focus on your script exam.Reply contact your lecturer again to make another appointment tomorrow. Insha Allah tomorrow your thesis is directly in ACC and next Sunday you can follow the thesis session and I guarantee your grade A+." Nabilla patted Nadin's shoulder which could only gawk.

"Why is his brain this thin? if I could borrow it, maybe I could be great. Who are you, Nabilla? Why did you get stranded in my house as a maid?" inner Nadin.

It didn't feel like we were entering at four in the afternoon. That means about four hours of Nabilla and Nadine struggling in the room revising almost all of Nadine's thesis chapters.