Satuku Hand Husband

Rejection of Prospective In-Law

Realizing that the gesture from Mother Dea and the aura of tension emanated from the 15th table that Dea ordered, Mandala relaxed

swung his right hand towards the servant.

"Bak, can upgrade to VVIP room. I want a special room that's closed to three. Prepare the most special menu for brunch." Mandala seemed to ignore the face of Mother Dea who blushed because she was upset.

The resto waiter who knows that Mandala is not an arbitrary person will immediately nod and provide extra services.

Mandala gave Dea the code to stand up and follow him. Inevitably Riris Sayuti who looked annoyed at his future daughter-in-law was following them according to the direction of the maid.

Want to go because of annoyance Riris hesitated. He knew at this point Dea was fed up with him and would do whatever he wanted, including marrying Mandala.

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At the luxurious table and the classic room, the waiter closed the door until the three of them stayed here.

Mandala, Amadea, and of course her mother who looked stared dislikefully towards Mandala.

Oh, if Riris Sayuti likes to listen to gossip news on social media, he must know who the man his daughter brought. Surely it is impossible to dare he who is materialistic that demeans Mandala Barata who is clearly his name into the ranks of the 10 richest people in this country.

"So Auntie, I introduce myself once again with more worth. It's up to Aunt to respond how. Wanting to yell angrily is okay now that no other guests have heard." Mandala Barata started her sentence and then cleared her throat.

Riris Sayuti folded her hands to her chest and threw away her face. He stared at the painting of Mount Fuji hiding among the blossoming sakura.

His heart should be calm staring at such a beautiful painting. But now his heart was hot, so willing to stare at the painting as good as any view of his eyes remained nano.

"I am Mandala Barata, the only child of my two deceased parents. I live alone here because my father was also an only child once. Brother does not exist. My mother was German. My aunt and Om are in Hamburg and we are not very familiar.

I was disabled in an accident a few months ago. My hand had to be amputated. Dea accepted my flaws and did not mind at all.

Therefore, because I can not be as fast as before in the activity because it still has to be adjusted, Dea promised to take care of me.

But it is impossible to live in a house without ties. I will marry him soon. We love each other and are determined to stay married whatever gets in the way."

Dea was silent in her chair but was pounding her chest too hearing the voice of Mandala who was so sincere and as if real.

Oh, it feels like a real application.

Riris Sayuti still folded her arms around her chest but now her eyes were looking at Mandala full of seriousness.

Sharp and unkempt words about "we will stay married whatever gets in the way" apparently made Mother Dea daunted as well.

Wrong if he tried to get in the way, Dea would hate him and leave the house in a state of anger. Then what about the debt?

Riris Sayuti was a bit lethargic even though it felt from his face he looked a bit unwilling that his only daughter was married to a physically imperfect man like Mandala.

He also pretended to ask Mandala about work, income, and his promise of rations every month that made Dea's face reddened with anxiety and resist embarrassment.

Mandala who wanted to boast a little because inwardly upset also at the treatment of Mother Dea seemed to hold back. He certainly did not reveal who he was directly at Dea's request.

"My income is more than enough to live alone with Dea. I even told Dea to resign to focus on being my wife. Regarding Aunt's debt, I will fulfill the promise of helping to install each month." Mandala replied casually.

Despite being humiliated in such a way, he did not feel intimidated in the slightest.

Actually in his heart he also saw Dea dare to fight like this. Dea precious, young woman, has a long future which is a pity if her life is driven by her own selfish mother.

Riris Sayuti almost replied again but her words were stifled when a row of maids came in carrying the menu.

Until finally when the waiter left and Mandala told them to enjoy the dish, Mother Dea started acting up again.

"Yes, okay. I couldn't have gotten Dea if she wanted to marry you. But you don't seem to be making enough money, can't you just pay off my debt at the beginning?"

Uhuk!

Dea almost choked on hearing how brave and ignorant she was of her mother's behavior.

Mandala just smiled thinly. He glanced at Dea who was looking at him with round eyes while shaking strongly.

Actually Mandala wanted to hold back her laughter as soon as Dea quickly took a drink and turned to glare at her mother.

"Mother, if you dare to talk to Mas Mandala again, I will absolutely forbid him to pay the debt bill. Just accept our decision or I won't want to know about Mom at all.

Tell me I'm a bad boy. No papa. I've been tired all this time harboring like this," said Dea firmly.

Riris Sayuti could only grumble in annoyance without being able to protest again. But even though he was upset, his hands were busy enjoying this expensive dish.

When else could he eat in such a luxurious place? Oh, if there's no Dea and no Mandala, he's already photographed all these dishes and he's shown them to his armoured gang.

Dea finally returned to pick up her spoon when she saw her mother was no longer acting up and sat quietly while eating.

Dea glanced at the thin Mandala as her right hand attempted to hold the chopsticks properly.

Dea took a deep breath. He sometimes forgets, Mandala has a big problem with this hand.

Maybe Mandala lost the left hand that ordinary people will not have trouble because it is considered to still have the right hand. But Mandala is different. He's left-handed. He used to wear his left hand from birth. Then when his left hand is gone, it is like he lost two hands.

Mandala is so lousy. Taking a glass is hard.

Dea is clearly sensitive. He shifted his seat to get closer to Mandala and help her.

Dea peeled the shrimp, cut the meat, fed, picked up a glass.

Mandalas were initially somewhat surprised by Dea's treatment. But considering they had to act friendly in front of Mother Dea, then he easily enjoyed this role until Dea long ago even made wrong behavior.

"Emang he has no hands what to feed everything!" Riris Sayuti looked fed up with the scene of intimacy before her eyes.

"Yes. My hand does stay one, Aunt." Mandala swallowed her food then pointed to her one hand covered in a suit and then laughed.

Dea felt like exploding now. The end of Mandala's amputated hand is still wrapped in bandages. Her mother could have spoken so rudely.

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