My boss my love

a gift from my mother-in-law

Plac!!!!

The hard slap landed on Disya's smooth cheek. Miss Ranti is furious to see Dev bringing Disya to his house.

"Ma, don't be rude to her.

Now she's Dev's wife, Mama's daughter-in-law."

Everyone in Pak Wijaya's house was dumbstruck, shocked, shocked, hearing Dev's words just now.

"Are you crazy Dev!

Marrying a woman who is clearly not at the same level as our family," hardik Bu Ranti.

"Dev never saw anyone of his status ma. Dev sincerely loves Disya.

Dev hope, Mama understands that.

Dev hopes that Mama will not make Dev marry Mama's chosen Woman again, because Dev now has a Wife, namely Disya." Dev clasped Disya's fingers tightly, as if he didn't want to let go.

Disya looked at Dev for a moment, as if there were thousands of flowers raining down on him when he heard Dev's words.

For a moment Disya felt so happy about Dev's treatment. But at the same time, Disya was aware and made her heart aware that all this was a charade.

"Dev!!!

Mama arranged your engagement, too,

the preparation is almost done Dev. You can make Mama ashamed of what you've done."

"Dev has said that Dev doesn't like Clara, Dev loves Disya.

Until whenever Dev will stay with Disya, no matter what."

Dev's statement made some of the ones in the mansion amazed.

But not with Miss Ranti and Clara.

Being rejected many times makes the self-esteem of a Clara like being trampled.

As fast as lightning Clara advanced and was about to land a slap for Disya.

But Dev's movements are not expected to be faster, and catches Clara's hand.

"I've been pretty patient with you, Clara. But now I'll never let you or anyone touch my wife, even if it's just a little."

Dev gripped Clara's hand so tightly, that it made Clara grimace in pain, then threw her down violently.

"Dev you're outrageous!

If you stay firm on your stance, you don't have to come here anymore.

Consider Mama dead!"

Ms. Ranti calms Clara who is crying, because she is hurt by Dev's treatment.

"Ma, uh,,,."

"Go Dev!

No need to care about Mama.

If you really prefer the woman, assume Mama is dead," said Bu Ranti, between sobs.

Dev pulled the hand of Disya who had been staring, watching the scenes in front of him.

Disya held Dev's hand, making Dev turn to look at Disya's eyes.

"Don't act like this" she said.

Dev shook his head slowly, then brought Disya out of his parents' house.

After the two get into the car, Dev starts the engine of his car and slowly moves away from the family residence Pak Wijaya.

There was no conversation between Dev and Disya while in the car.

Both are busy with their own thoughts.

After arriving at the house, Disya goes straight into her room, while Dev searches for something in the kitchen.

"Are you asleep?

I want to talk for a minute" said Dev, while at Disya's doorstep.

Before long the door handle moved and Disya came out of her room.

"Mr need something?"

"Follow me a minute." Dev takes Disya to the sofa that is in the living room.

"Sit down, I'll compress your cheek."

Dev forced Disya to sit down, then took a towel that had been soaked in cold water that had been taken from the kitchen.

"Eh, no need sir, this is not papa.

You don't have to bother."

Without heeding Disya's words, Dev slowly compresses Disya's cheek which looks swollen. Disya grimaced as the compress hit her face.

"What hurts?" ask Dev.

He nodded slowly in response.

Disya looked up, accidentally her gaze met Dev's eyes.

For a moment the two's gaze locked, as if not wanting to escape, mutually dive into each other's thoughts drawn on each other's gaze.

"I'm sorry for bringing you into my trouble."

"What if we just stop, sir?

I feel guilty, because my Mother Father hates Father."

"Patience, when the time comes we'll end it all."

Hearing Dev's words, it felt like something was slashed in there.

Although it does not bleed but it feels so painful.

That's how Disya feels right now, not sick from Bu Ranti's slap, but Dev's statement that will end all when the time comes.

Undeniably, just a few days together, Disya seemed not to want to separate from Dev, although her lips said they wanted to end but inversely proportional to her heart that wanted to always be with Dev.

"Well, if the time has come say, that very moment I will go from your life.

For the time being I will do the best I can, to repay all of your kindness to me all along." As much as Disya's energy to withstand the turmoil of her tears that want to spill immediately.

"Sorry,,,, it's made you sick a lot."

"Why should I apologize sir, I'm fine. Let's just say our relationship is limited to cooperation, no need to apologize or thank."

"If nothing matters, excuse me to go to the room first." It passed with tears that had been shed.

After entering the room, Disya threw her body on the bed, thinking about her fate ahead.

Will not be Dev's wife forever, now Disya must think for her future. Before Dev threw it away, Disya was determined to stand on her own feet.

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In the morning, Disya woke up and was busy in the kitchen. Disya makes breakfast fried rice and milk coffee for Dev.

After everything was presented at the dining table, Disya returned to the room to get ready.

After thirty minutes of getting ready, Disya exited the room and headed to the dining table.

Seeing the food still intact, Disya looked towards Dev's room and walked over to it.

Geck,,,tok,,tok.

"Sir, breakfast is ready!

I'm waiting at the dinner table" cried Disya.

"Yeah, five minutes to go" said Dev from the room.

After waiting for a few minutes, Dev finally came up with his work suit.

The masculine aroma instantly greeted Disya's olfactory, refreshing and soothing.

Dev's half-wet hair makes Disya unconscious if she keeps staring at Dev.

"I'm handsome, but you won't be full if you just look at me."

"Huhuh?"

"Amm." Because Disya slightly opened her mouth, Dev finally fed her the fried rice.

"Eh Father, what the hell."

At once Disya's face blushed because of Dev's treatment.

"You were nothing, instead of breakfast, fascinated by my writhing." Dev chuckled softly.

"That's pretty PD!!!"

Disya throbbed upset, then started to eat breakfast.

After finishing Disya washing dishes used to eat, then approached Dev who was still casually sipping his coffee.

"Sir."

"Hem."

"Will I come out?"

"Why what?"

"Just walk around, can you?" disya Pinta.

Dev did not answer, but left Disya. At once Disya's face became sad, because she thought she did not get permission from Dev.

Dev soon comes out of his room and approaches Disya.

"Take this." Dev offers a card to Disya.

"What is this sir?"

"Ambon's Banana!!!"

"Isss."

"It's an ATM, my wife is."

"I know too, sir, but I don't need it.

I still have money, don't bother."

"Take it, don't take it.

I know you need refreshing, so, take this buy whatever you want." Dev leaves Disya who is still confused.