The Savage Wife of Mr. Delon

ISDT. Elijah Mansion

Zifa stepped towards the car, Elijah was already smiling and welcoming him. Zifana also smiled then sat in the back together with Elijah.

While Mama Amel is now walking and sitting next to the Driver.

"Oma, why is oma sembelutt? Later oma become ugly lo," greeted Elijah when his father who had just boarded the car was sitting on his butt.

Mama Amel now looked at her granddaughter calmly. Actually he was very upset, but in front of Elijah he could not show it.

"Oma did not frown, Oma was happy really, look" she replied, revealing a beautiful smile and a row of white teeth.

"Selius?" ask Elijah again.

"Yes" he answered.

"Oma and mama don't stick around, do they?" ask the little girl again as if to make sure.

Mama Amel widened her eyes. Netraya looked at Zifana who was now only holding back a laugh, she knew that the middle-aged woman who had not introduced herself was actually very upset. Very sad for him. However, Zifana believes the middle-aged woman is also reluctant to ruin Elijah's happy mood by showing her immunity.

Yakan, everyone wants the best for the little girl. Zifana breathed deeply. Whatever her salary was to be Elijah's nanny, she would accept.

"Where maybe Oma had a fight with Mama Nak, there was only this beautiful granddaughter of oma. Isn't that Ma?" said Mama Amel who now set her eyes on Zifana.

Zifana nodded slowly, Mama Amel smiled. Elijah looked happy and humbled as well.

The driver immediately drove the car after Mama Amel put his seat belt on. They enjoy the ride home to a luxurious Mansion of the Milantama family.

After a few minutes, they arrived in front of the luxurious Mansion. Zifana looked stunned. This mansion doubled, even tripled from his home. This is a mansion that is commonly owned by wealthy families such as the MRD family. So, what is this family is also the same as the MRD family.

Elijah got out of the car, Mama Amel was the same. Yet.

Zifana was still silent on the spot. All of this reminded him of the luxury he once had. The luxury that is currently lost has been taken by papa and his brother.

Zifana closed her eyes, her mind drifting away remembering something.

Zifa, grandpa and grandma gave this to you. But promise not to tell your father or brother anything. Someday. If you are already big and successful. Take this file to Mr. Wilan. He was Grandpa's best friend. Grandpa kept something for you there.

Zifana let out a long sigh, the shadow of her grandparents who loved her so much was now in the eye. Even now he is 23 years old. And until now what his grandfather's message used to be he has not done. Zifana's tears are flowing.

Is now a good time to find his grandfather's best friend? What did his grandfather give? Why not his father and his brother? What exactly happened to his family? Zifana pressed her heart strong strongly. He doesn't want to cry, he doesn't want to be sad. He wiped his tears.

"Mama, why? Doesn't mom want to come in?" Elijah broke Zifana's daydreams. Zifana got out of the car.

"Sorry dear mama daydreaming," he said.

"Mama I went to Kamal first yes same mbak Nur. Later mama to kamal I yes," said Elijah who was greeted by the waiter.

"Ready dear" said Zifana. Elijah walked up the stairs to the main door.

Mama Amel glanced at Zifana and smiled.

"You're fascinated by this house?" ask Mama Amel. Zifana smiled briefly.

"Of course, madam, a poor person like me must be amazed by this luxury that is presented," he replied, he did not want to be insulted. He knows how it hurts. That is why he was humble before being humbled by Mama Amel who considered himself only a lowly person.

Zifana followed the middle-aged woman's footsteps and now stopped in the living room.

"Everyone gathered together" Mama Amel told the butler. The butler then called out to all his men who were about ten of them.

"Have been my lady" he said.

"Bi Marni, and everything here. Introduce, his name is..." Mama Amel stopped her speech because she did not know the name Zifana.

"Zifana" said Zifana.

Deg

Mama Amel looked enchanted, a beautiful name. As beautiful as her. Are poor people really? He was also guessing without even finding out. Now Mama Amel who was originally fascinated seemed to turn her eyes and look at her ART again. Don't want Zifana to know about her charm.

"His name is Zifana, she is Miss Elijah's foster mother. You serve her, suffice what she needs, but when Miss Elijah is there. If not, you can ask him to make his own, because in fact he is also just a servant who is also paid just like you," said Mama Amel.

Deg

Zifana seemed to close her eyes, from the owner of a boutique and a large company, as if only a waiter? It's true that he's just a waiter. But no papa, for a while before he gets another job. A servant is better than a thief. Perhaps this was a punishment for his arrogance first.

Zifana tried to hold back the tears, now she smiled and nodded her head staring at the several maids.

"Greetings know mbak," he said.

"Greetings to Miss Zifa" they replied.

"Then take her to the guest room, the room next to Miss Elijah's room, after that you can disperse" said Mama Amel and embraced by the butler.

Mama Amel steps away, Zifana is ushered by a servant to her room.

"Please Miss," said the waiter as he opened the door. Zifana frowned.

"Call me Zifa instead" said Zifana.

"But I'm not delicious" he said.

For the servant Zifa was no match for being a servant. Maybe something was hidden from his employer. Because indeed the face and appearance of Zifa is very beautiful and pleasing to the eye. In fact, guest rooms are also not just anyone can enter. Isn't Zifa not a random person?

"Why so, we are the same," said Zifana. The waiter just smiled.

"It's okay Miss, then I say goodbye Miss," said the waiter.

"What's the name?" ask Zifana.

"Marni miss," he answered and passed.

Zifana went into the room after Marni came down. Her net was staring at the takjup on the luxurious room she occupied. He was shedding his body that felt weak and tired.

What happened in his life? Trying to get out of trouble is stuck in a new problem. Astagfirullah.

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