Loving the Mafia
Apologies

"I'm sorry."

Huh huh? Revalina turned away in shock. Dalsa apologized? Unfortunately he apologized with a fierce face and fierce, sadistic look. Really, the request is not sincere. What the hell is that?

"Is this sorry or what?" Revalina stared flat. 

"Yes, I'm sorry."

"The message isn't sincere?"

"I'm sorry." Dalsa reiterated.

Revalina just kept quiet, then she got rid of one of the bodies and flashed away through the gap. 

The drying of the phone made Revalina immediately snatch the phone from the bag and answer the phone.

"Hello!" Revalina pressed the flat object against the cheek while continuing to move her legs.

"Has Dalsa apologized to you?"

Aye? Who'sisthis? Like the sound of Rival. Revalina was shocked while keeping her phone off her cheek, she stared at the number listed on the screen hp, the foreign number. And the voice that called him was Rival's. 

Where did Rival get his hp number?

"Mother called me just wanted to ask that?" ask Revalina.

"Jawab my question. You want him to accept you as my new family, right?"

"Oh, so apparently the father asked him to apologize to me. Dalsa is like a man pouncing when he says sorry, more like fighting."

"So?"

"What's that?"

"You've got your apologies, haven't you?" 

"For me it's not an apology" Revalina said.

"Well, you come to my room now!"

"Well?"

The phone was cut off unilaterally. Geez! Habits have no manners. What is wrong with appreciating the interlocutor by saying goodbye when hanging up the phone?

Revalina actually wanted to reject Rival's orders, but at this time Revalina became a student she could not refute his lecturer's orders. If only he denied, he would still lose in any way. Lecturers have power on campus.

Revalina knocked on Rival's door. Then enter even if you do not hear the word from within. 

Rival is not alone. There was Dalsa standing facing Rival. The man sat in the chair.

Dalsa looked down, not turning her head even though she knew someone else had entered the room.

"What's up, sir?" Revalina took a standing position on Dalsa's side.

"To the point. You want Dalsa to accept you as a sister-in-law, right?" said Rival. "So, I'm asking Dalsa to apologize to you. Apologizing is not what Dalsa did to you."

Dalsa glanced at Revalina then whispered, "You're complaining?"

Revalina just shut up. So relax.

"Dalsa, I want to hear you apologize to Revalina. Now! rival Letters.

Dalsa looked at Revalina, then said in a forced tone, "I'm sorry."

Revalina stared back at Dalsa. "Are you sure you want to accept me as your sister-in-law's candidate?" 

A few seconds Dalsa stared at Revalina without giving an answer. 

"Like it or not, you have to learn to make peace with me, I will be part of your family" Revalina said.

Revalina feels like winning at the moment. He'll play Dalsa and Rival once gus. It's catchy.  Now it's time for Dalsa to be brought to her knees by Rival, tomorrow whatever else.  

“Be a good sister-in-law!  The incident in front of the campus yesterday does not have to make you hostile to me.  We can be friends,” said Revalina with relaxation.  

Actually it is not limited to a dispute due to a car spate that makes Dalsa angry with the Revalina, but the resistance of Revalina-is what makes Dalsa angry.  Dalsa's self-esteem and level seemed to be trampled upon once he found a figure who fought and opposed him after all this time he was always feared, obeyed and respected.  

Now, even Dalsa's move to fight and subdue Revalina is very narrow considering that Rival will marry Revalina.

Dalsa silently looked Revalina in the eyes with a flat expression.  

Revalina predicts that Dalsa is currently harboring a high level of emotion.  The cold war began.  But Revalina as much as possible displays a calm and relaxed attitude.

“I think there's nothing more to talk about. Excuse me, Mr.”  Revalina stepped away.  He did not immediately leave the door of Rival's room when he was outside.  He pressed an ear against the door, eavesdropping on the conversation between Rival and Dalsa.  He wanted to know if Rival's word for Dalsa apologizing to Revalina was just acting and working with the two of them to manipulate Revalina, or is it the order purely out of Rival's mouth to make Dalsa really apologize?

“I don't want any more fighting drama between you and Revalina.  You will be part of the family!” 

That's Rival's voice.  There was no word from Dalsa, until Rival finally spoke again.

“I want my marriage with Revalina to go smoothly.  Do not let you be the barrier.  This is my business, my life, my future.  I won't let anyone ruin it.  You are my favorite.  And I love you so much.  I hope you can understand this.  Don't let you ruin my love and trust in you.  As a sister, you are number one to me.”

Revalina still clung her ears, listening to the faint sounds in the room until finally the shadow in front of her appeared, a sign of someone else coming.

“What are you doing?  Why so?”

Revalina surprised. Keep the ears away from the door.  Staring at the large figure as big as a drum that looks neat wearing a stelan blazer in front of him.

“Sorry, Mom.”  Revalina smiled widely, stealing the attention of the lecturer who cheeks wide like a bakpao.

“Hayo, I report Mr. Rival yes the dictionary edging eavesdrop.”

“Do Not Ma.  I'm not nagging.  My mom will buy deh.”

“Ngot need tractira,” Bu lecturer grunting.

“I buyin hijab.” Revalina was not stopping persuading.

“Have a lot.”

“I take a walk to Ancol.”

“Bored.”

“I send my greetings to Mr Rival, would you?”

“By also.”

“Good.  Later I will send via chat, and I will send it to my mother as proof.  Excuse me bu.”  Revalina lari ngibrit.

“Don't forget all the chicken rolls you sent, don't say hello doang.”

Words that distort.  It turns out that besides the cold lecturer like a refrigerator, there are still strange lecturers whose head contents are just handsome men.  And Rival is one of the men targeted by the women on campus.

Door opens.  Rival's out with Dalsa.

“Eh, Mr. Rival.  Afternoon, Sir!”  The teacher smiled shyly.

Rival nodded and passed away.

Dalsa stared in wonder at the lecturer's mother whose cheeks blushed red with a wry smile and walked away.

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