The Cruel Mafia Love.
Chapter 11
Carl and Dila are in the same room, Dila wants to ask an explanation from the man, he still does not understand why the two of them can get married. Carl has nothing to say about marriage with him.
Dila's face looks quite emotional, in contrast to Carl who is relaxed because this is all his plans. He had been planning their wedding ever since he brought Dila from the village, there was no way he would release Dila who had already entered into his heart.
"Ssttt don't get angry. I married you not without intention, you know your family with you has become the target of many bad people, you know how the bad people, how, if I marry you, I can protect your family members, and you will." Carl hugged Dila tightly.
"Once Carl, this is just your plan. You're so rotten, I don't want to marry your drama" Dila said..
"No Dila, I did all this for your own good, you saved my life, I want to repay all your kindness to me" Carl said.
"I don't want to marry you, Carl, why are you so mean to me."
"When I'm mean to you, I won't protect you to this extent. I wouldn't have bothered to ask my men to come to your parents' house, I couldn't possibly have prepared this all for you. I'm evil?"
"Yes you're evil, I don't know what you're doing until my parents agree to this marriage."
"I didn't do anything, now that we're ready, our marriage is about to begin" Carl said.
Inevitably Dila must marry Carl, both parents have agreed and his family has been gathered, there is no way he foiled everything, want to put where his parents face if everything fails.
Carl took out a diamond ring as a dowry, he had also memorized what he would mention at his wedding later. This marriage was officially religious and state, in just a few days Carl's men could succeed what Carl wanted.
At 2 pm the fishery was carried out, although without love somehow Dila's heart was sincerely married to Carl. He felt this man seriously wanted to marry her, whereas before this Dila really refused his marriage to Carl.
Without a long time the two of them were officially married, the marriage in the title simply remains the dowry and dowry that Carl gave his simple none, his, everyone was surprised to hear the dowry and dowry Carl gave Dila.
After signing and installing the wedding ring, the photo session began. The neighbors also came face to congratulate them both, both very harmonious even though the difference in age difference is quite far.
"Already, Dila take your husband to the room, it's been too long. Now it's also been spiking tonight, later after you clean you eat in the kitchen."
"Yes mah. Come on, mas" said Dila.
They both went into Dila's room, Dila had missed this room very much, although it did not have a soft mattress like in the hotel where he stayed still his own room felt more comfortable.
"Finally.." Carl hugged Dila from behind, now he could freely hug this woman.
"What do you want" asked Dila.
"Well you're my wife, whatever I want. Now I want to hug you" replied Carl, ever since they met Carl has wanted to hug Dila. Now everything is delivered, even if he wants to, he can get more than just a hug like this.
"There are some things you should know about me" Carl said.
"What else" asked Dila.
"You'll find out after moving into my house. Remember my word, you're the queen of the queens," Carl said as he held his arms to Dila.
"The queen of the queen." Dila didn't understand what Carl was trying to do.
Carl lets go of the hug, he sits on the bed that feels uncomfortable to her. Carl flicked his finger to let Dila walk up to him.
Once Dila was near he pulled his wife over his lap.
"It's so pretty" said Carl, rubbing Dila's face.
