Thought by Maid, Turns out to be the Mafia Wife

Thought by Maid, Turns out to be the Mafia Wife
217. Retaliation Time


After the concert was over, Syakira was not allowed to serve the requests of fans, both signatures and photos together. Syakira could only wave her hand as she walked towards her car which was tightly escorted by Cintami.


Although Cintami himself wore glasses and masks, but can still be recognized by those closest to him including Nadia. Nadia who is currently waving her hand wants to make sure that it is Cintami.


"Sir Cintami...!" call Nadia makes Cintami reflect to look at Nadia.


Nadia who forgot about herself who had already admitted Hanadiah thrust his hand towards Cintami.


"Sister Cintami. Let me salaman with Syakira...!" pinta Nadia while clenching both hands on Cintami who looks cute.


He felt that he had received special treatment from Cintami as the bodyguard of Syakira.


"Quick Syakira we get to the car...!" cintami's word when they are close to the car driven by Adam himself who also went undercover.


Syakira and Cintami got into the car. Syakira has not realized who is driving the car at the moment.


"Well...! The audience was so excited, brother. They got that mysterious watching my concert. And they memorized all my songs. Very cool," said Syakira enthusiastically.


"That's how we live in Indonesia Syakira. We always love foreign singers. And not necessarily our great singer from Indonesia is accepted by you western world there except Indonesians who live in America," said Cintami a little sad in foreign countries against Indonesian singers.


"Hmmm.hmm..!" rebuked Adam with his dehemish voice.


"I feel familiar with this voice. Don't-don't.baby..!" peekik Syakira was excited when she recognized her husband.


She jumped into the front seat just to hug her husband who was busy driving.


"Why shut up if you're here, baby?" syakira's whine was spoiled while clinging to Adam's arm.


"It's intentional. I want to know, my wife would rather talk about her fans or me?" adam pretended to be a lick.


"Yes of course I always remember my husband" Syakira said.


Adam pulls the car over so Cintami can get back to her husband Arsen's car. While Adam wants to take his wife to his own mansion. The Syakira guards came down to ask about Syakira's condition.


"Sorry boss...! We have to escort Miss Syakira to the hotel" said the guard other than Cintami.


"I'm enough to take care of my wife. Now you can go back to your place....! And don't bother my wife anymore..! He is safe with me" Adam said firmly.


"Yes, sir...!"


The journey continues again. Syakira looks happy because she can be together again with her husband to the mansion owned by Adam.


"Do you miss me so much that you can't wait for our deal day?" ask Syakira.


"Noah. You already know the answer. My sister is not strong far away from her house," added Adam made Syakira hit her husband's arm was anxious.


"Cih.you're this. Why are you getting so perverted?" syakira Decih.


"Sama's own wife is halal when talking perverted. But if the other woman is odd. And equally good women are considered abuse," said Adam made Syakira understand.


Upon arrival at the mansion, the maid had already prepared dinner for this newlywed couple. The waiters were so happy to have the employer of a famous singer.


"Yes Allah Gusti..! What dream I had last night could meet directly with Neng Syakira," said the maid Mila.


"God's Masya. It's beautiful....!" praise the other waiter.


"Waalaikumuslam miss Syakira. Can we please greet the lady?" ask one of the servants.


"Of course I can. Don't bother with me. We are the same before God. What distinguishes us is only faith and its fear" said Syakira.


"Do you know what he said?" ask the waiter who had talked to Syakira who directly means Adam. Adam is forced to become an impromptu translator for his servant and his wife.


After the introductory business is over, it is time for the two to have dinner together at the dinner table which looks very romantic.


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The happy day awaited by the Dwiyanto family finally came. The big family wanted to have the wedding in a luxury hotel at the same time with the recipe.


Reno's luxury hotel, deliberately does not accept other guests unless associated with Amran and Nabilla because there will be historic events for the Dwiyanto family and also the Amran family.


The reporters, who had been staying overnight at the hotel, were well served by the hotel staff on Reno's orders. As Nadia's marriage guardian, Abidzar comes along with his youngest daughter Fitri who looks happy not because of Nadia's marriage but wants to see the destruction of her brother and mother who are very greedy.


All the invited guests from both sides had already occupied their respective seats to watch the wedding. Amran and Nabila continued to play their play that morning perfectly.


"Honey. Hurry on..! The forerunner has arrived. The groom has also been sitting together with the pengupulu," said Madam Della in her daughter's make-up room.


"Ok mom. I'm ready. But free and beautiful even in told to wear a veil," protested Nadia while walking to the penghulu place but was prevented by Nabilla.


"Where are you Nadia?" ask Nabilla.


"Yes sitting next to Adam Aunt. Kan want to follow the process of his ijab qobul," said Nadia a little annoyed with Nabilla.


"The bride is not allowed to sit together with the groom because you are wearing a veil!" sarcas Nabilla cynical.


"Continue. Where should I sit, Auntie?" asked Nadia gusar.


"Here with your mother. Do it calmly and listen to the reading of the qobul ijab well. Remember well, you understand Nadia?" nabilla said with intimidation made Nadia and her mother look at each other.


"Why is he suddenly so jutek? I just want to be this rough with my daughter. What if she's already my daughter's father-in-law, "inner lady Della tepaksa obeyed Nabilla's request to take her daughter's seat.


The ijab qobul reading event began. Adam sat down quietly and the ruler read the qobul and shook Adam's hand tightly.


"To Ananda Mohammad King Adam Malik bin Mohamad Amran Abdullah I married and married Khadijah Syakira binti's sister Sean Paul Middleton with a dowry a set of prayer tools and a set of diamond jewelry in cash,"


"I accept the marriage and marriage of Khadijah Syakira bint Sean Paul Middleton with the dowry in cash" said Adam in a direct breath welcomed by the witness with a valid reply.


The shock of Nadia and her family when Adam mentioned the name of another woman and not the name of Nadia provoked the emotions of the family, especially Mr. Dwiyanto who felt very humiliated.


"What the fuck is this Mr Amran ..? What kind of joke is this? Why mention the name of another woman and not my daughter?!" hardik Mr. Dwiyanto with a face looks wrathful.


"A joke? Which joke is it, dear Mr Dwiyanto? or rather a con man who has used various means to profit from my family in order to pay off your debts?" amran's circus jolted Mr Dwiyanto but hurriedly dismissed Amran's accusations against him.


"What heinous slander are you accusing me of? debt is none of my business with this marriage. And I will not involve your family for my personal affairs" said Mr. Dwiyanto trying to evade.


"really. Then it would be great if my accusations were false. But anyway I will not accept your daughter to be a daughter-in-law in my house.


It's better to prevent early on than my family from becoming your victims like you did to your daughter Hanadiah who was killed for being sold by her own husband in America so we have to take care of her her funeral procession and one more thing my son already belongs to someone else. She is married to a beautiful, rich and talented woman. Shikira...! Comein' kid! receive the dowry from your husband Adam!" amran said firmly.


"Huhh....?"