The Secret Daughter of the Mafia King
2. SUSPICIOUSLY

Zefran immediately broke off his chat with his wife when Hesty's voice came into their conversation.

"Can you be polite to me for a moment?"

Zefran brushed off Hesty's hand from her waist.

"Who are you talking to?"

"It's none of your business!"

"Of course it's my business too because soon we're getting married."

"That's a new plan and we're not married yet!"

Zefran's sharp eyes burst into Hesty's jolted heart.

"I'm sorry!"

The face looked down lethargic for misunderstanding their relationship that was still ashes.

"So your limits! This marriage is just a business relationship not based on love."

Zefran stepped towards his car park which lined up with famous models and brands like the car showroom in his garage.

"Damn! The kid always runs away when I'm receiving guests." Umpat mr. Noya growled.

"Haesty! Where's Zefran's son?" Asked his father while smiling at his daughter who looked sullen.

"He left in his car, Hesty doesn't know where he's headed."

"Why did your son act disrespectfully when we came to discuss their wedding plans?"

Tirak mister Anggoro.

"Let him be my business, Mr. Anggoro. We can simply set the date of their wedding and after that, we just formalize the marriage of our children." Mr. Atalla's heart is not good.

"alright. Then get them married immediately so I can relax through my old day." Said Mr. Anggoro who has a large clan in the mafia network along with Mr. Noya.

"Well, Mr. Anggoro. Then please go to the dining room! We've served dinner for us!" Said Mr. Noya.

"No need! Your son's actions have taken away my appetite."

Mr. Anggoro stood up and took pride in the presence of Mr. Noya and Mrs IFA.

Mr. Noya can't force any more of these candidates. He was very familiar with the behavior of Mr. Anggoro who did not want to hear any persuasion from someone when his heart was disappointed.

The couple drove Mr. Anggoro with his daughter Hesti who was holding his father's arm to their car.

"Once again, forgive the attitude of my son, Mr. Anggoro!"

Mr. Noya lowered his head with a half-bending body to convey his deep regret of not being able to control his son.

The luxurious black car sped up quickly leaving the residence of Mr. Noya's family.

The dictator immediately contacted his men to capture his son and bring Zefran home.

"Dad! Don't overdo it like that with Zefran! He's gonna come back like he did 'cause dad's too hard on our son." The protest of the lady of IFA.

"If I'm not hard on him, how could he possibly replace me as the king of the Mafia?"

"Is there only a business empire in your head until you forget the bond between families?"

"Family number two if you want to maintain your power so as not to be easily oppressed by those who exploit your weaknesses and I do not want if my son is too far mired in the abyss of affection because it'll weaken him."

"alright. Whatever dad! This stubbornness of your head will collide with the fact that someday makes you regret." Reveal the lady of IFA while enjoying her food that already feels bland because her mood is bad.

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One month passed, there was no confirmation from Zefran to his wife until the eve of his marriage to Hesty which will soon be held at one of the luxury resorts in Bali.

Mikaila's nervousness grew due to her husband's unfulfilled promise that she would be invited to be introduced to the man's extended family.

"Is Zefran tricking me? Does she have a boyfriend again and I'll be dumped? didn't I hear that night a woman's voice saying she was! right, the voice mentioned that he was my husband's future wife. That means I'll be in honey soon."

Mikaila smothered her mouth remembering that faint remark was caught by her hearing. Her husband does not want to contact her anymore.

"Yes Allah. Will I be combined soon? what about my status..hiks...hiks!"

The clear thread just fell through his smooth cheek. He felt very ashamed of his neighbor who started bullying him.

"No! Zefran won't fool me. He promised me he would take me to Jakarta. He also told me not to be influenced by the gossip of the neighbors. He's my husband and I have to trust him. If he's lying, it's his business with God.

"Murmuring Mikaila.

He tidied up his bed again which was delayed because it had daydreamed.

The day awaited by the extended family of Mr. Noya and Anggoro finally materialized as well.

The wedding party was going on. The couple who were standing received congratulations from guests who came from high class.

Zefran's dark face looked flat with no words spoken from his lips. His thoughts were currently only on the one woman he was currently missing so much.

He hopes, the wedding party will soon be over because the mood is no longer invited to compromise just to please his family.

"The zef!"

"Hm!"

"Please be a little sweet with the guests! Whatever your problem is, please stay reasonable and don't let your anger hurt your feelings." Hesty half whispered to her husband.

"You and my family want this marriage, not me. So please don't force me to be nice to the guests because that's not my problem." Zefran ketus.

"Whatever! Whatever you tell me doesn't change your current status that you're my rightful husband."

"You look very pathetic. I don't want you myself. This marriage is just a piece of trash I'm gonna throw away someday, Hesty!"

"That means you're handing over everything your family has to my family because whatever your family has is basically from my father. Decide for yourself your choice to be on the streets like a beggar or inevitably accept me as your wife. What's more the absolute requirement of the agreement made by our father is a child. Without children, you'd never get this luxury from my family." Hesty said to scare Zefran.

"You think I'll want your father's power and wealth? Take it all because I don't need it."

Zefran's breath was heard hunting withstanding his mounting anger.

Guests began to dwindle and Zefran immediately exited the event heading to his room to stare at the beach that spread as far as the eye could see.

Threats from his father that would harm his first wife if he did not comply with the father's request, made Zefran no longer contact Mikaila.