WIFE TO THE BLIND MASTER

CHAPTER 12 THE MONEY

It still shows how scary a Son is. What the man was going to do was really unexpected. Unthinkable. How Son will behave with his blind eyes.

Sania was already wearing her other clothes. Clothes are available in her bedroom closet. Clothes that look good. Even his old clothes now go nowhere. Everything had changed into new as well as the items he had before. Such as bags, shoes and accecories.

Geck!

Geck!

Geck!

Sania said from the inside, she felt lazy if she had to open the door. He was still in a state of shock over what had happened just now. Although Son was blind, and he did not see his body that had been opened, Sania still felt very embarrassed.

"Miss, I beg you permission to clean things up." A waiter came along carrying some cleaning tools. Son as usual, he was sitting leaning on the bed.

"You who?" son asked as he felt someone was around him.

"I am a servant, Sir," the servant replied quietly.

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"I told you, don't interfere anymore! Your work no longer takes care of my son!"

BRAKKK!!!

Math is so angry when someone reports that Bi Mar is still meddling with Son's problem.

"Master, I'm only afraid if mister Son hurts miss Sania," Bi Mar replied trembling.

"Is my son that bad? Dare to hurt his wife? He still has good sense. You insulted my son?" Math's eyes glared as if he wanted to kill, "hear that, whatever happened it became the business of Son and his wife. You don't have to worry or care about it anymore. Did you hear?"

"Bright, sir." Bi Mar walks out of Math's office with a cold sweat. It's common for him to face Math's anger, but this time Math's anger is so terrifying.

He has worked in this house for years. He knows a lot about this family. Long before Son was born.

"Bi Mar, what's going on?" A servant approached Bi Mar who had just walked out of Math's study.

"It's okay, it's normal," Bi Mar replied with a smile. His lips were smiling but his heart was hurting. When what he did all this time in fact was never considered right by Math.

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A middle-aged man was sitting on a chair with a face that was difficult to guess after seeing a message coming in on his phone. He rubbed his face many times. Feeling this is a dream.

"What are you worried about, Raul? Isn't this good news?" Lotus put a cup of hot coffee on the table. His wife seemed to smile happily when she found out that there was a transfer of money that was nominally very large.

"Good news? It's not a matter of money, Lotus!" Raul stood up, his eyes staring in any direction. I don't know who sent me some money in his account, but he's sure it's Son or Sania.

"It's only been a few days since Sania got married, how could the boy forget about us? Look, this is a huge nominal. Is her husband that rich?" Raul is hard to believe, "even nominally more than what we took from his father" he said.

"Forget the past!" Lotus went to his daughter's room. He gets annoyed when Raul is still discussing things that make him angry.

"Why don't you knock on the door first!" Maria who was lying on the bed was shocked when her mother suddenly came.

"Is your door you're off? So there's no need to bother to knock it out?" Lotus was still emotional. Seeing her mother in an unfriendly state, Maria finally relented. He pulled his mother's hand closer.

"Mom's got a problem?" A child must be worried about his parents. Especially if something happens to them.

"Your father got a transfer of some money from the boy. Instead of being happy, your father even felt agitated himself," he said.

"Sania has sent money? Where's the money from? Is her blind husband reliable?"

"Mom doesn't know, nor do I care."

Hearing a statement from her mother that Sania sent money to her parents, Maria then thought. How could Sania get a better life so quickly? All she thinks about Sania is being a slave in a rich family to take care of a blind man, but it's not what she thinks.

"Did Sania's life really improve now?" Mary asked in her heart. An envy never disappeared in his heart.

"Sir Mail!" call Maria to Mr. Mail who happens to be passing in front of her room.

"Yes, Miss Maria." In addition to loving Sania, Mr. Mail also loves Maria very much. Even though the girl often happens to be unpleasant to her. But Mr. Mail knows that Maria is actually a good girl.

"I want to ask Mr. Mail something. No pleasantries. Mister Mail must know about Sania's blind husband? When did Sania know the blind man?" The same question Raul asked himself the day before Sania got married. Uncle Sania met him in the back and asked about his niece's future husband. But the answer that Mr. Mail gave remained the same.

"I don't know anything, Miss. Miss Sania never told me about the man who was close to her. Although it looks like we are very close, but it seems like there are many secrets that Miss Sania keeps herself," replied Mr. Mail. Maria did not immediately believe, at least surely Mr. Mail knows something.

"Sir Mail, there's no way Sania didn't say anything to Mr. Mail. There must be something Sania said, why would Sania want to marry that blind man? Is it because he's the son of a rich man? Does Sania just want to go after the family's wealth?" Mr. Mail shook his head. It was very low in mind that Mary judged her own brother.

"Miss Mary, you must know very well about your own brother. There's no way Miss Sania would have such evil thoughts. Miss should know what caused Miss Sania to finally decide to get married and leave this house. If the only place he's staying doesn't make him comfortable, there's no choice to find another shelter" he said.

Maria could only be quiet. And immediately turned his face away. "Don't corner me, Mr. Mail. He is not comfortable here because this is not his home. So it's good he's looking for another shelter." Maria kicked Mr. Mail out of her room. He did not want the old servant to raise his voice that made him sick.

"Miss, I'm sure you love Miss Sania very much. It's just that there's a problem in the past that hasn't been resolved. You're too proud to admit it." Mr. Mail's words can still be heard clearly even though the door to Mary's room is closed. Maria was sitting limp on the floor, bending her legs with her head down on both knees.

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