“I now pronounce you husband and husband. You can kiss each other…” the priest said.
Duri smile sweetly and kiss me lovingly. “I love you my lovely husband.”
“I love you too my handsome husband.” I replied.
After the wedding ceremony we went to a restaurant, where master took reservation.
“Here come the couple.” the master said.
“Master, thank you for attending our wedding…” I thankfully said.
“Hey, Who said you can call me Master?”
“A-Ah?” I asked in confusion.
“Dad, call me dad Lula. You are not my subordinate in the organization, you are my family so stop calling me master. Understand?”
“Y-yes d-dad.”
“Better.” he said.
I smile.
“What’s happening here? I just gone for a minute. Are you two messing up again?”
“Of course not, Dad just talking to me.”
“Really? I thought you… wait? did you say… dad?” Duri asked me.
“Yes. Why? He’s my son in law now, it’s proper to call me dad right?” master said.
“I can’t believe this, you let my husband call you that. While me, your own son, must call you master?”
“What’s wrong with that? Lula is not part of the mafia but you are.”
“But he is now, he’s my legally husband.”
“But he’s not directly part of it.”
“Wait! Wait! Wait..! Can we eat first?” I interrupted. If I let this two arguing again, I didn’t know when will they stop. “Please, I’m really hungry now.” I look and beg Duri.
“Okey babe. Come, I feed you.”
__End__
SIDE STORY:
Before Duri and Lula leave for London.
“Mr Mitto, I want to talk to my father.” I said when I see him outside the black room.
“Did Boss permitted you Sir?” he asked.
“No. But I’ll be quick.” I said.
“The Boss will come soon.” he said worried.
“Promise, it’s really quick.” I tried to convince him.
He sighed. “You won’t let the Boss kill me right?”
I smiled. “Of course not.”
“Okey.” he said and escorted me in. He move the curtain covering my dad cell.
“Lula.” my father said.
“I just came here to tell you that I’m going to get married. I’m not asking for your permission. I’m just telling you because whether I like it or not, you are still my biological father.”
“Lula… son… I’m sorry…”
“I have to go. I hope to see you soon.”
“Wait, Lula!”
I walk out from the room, ignoring his voice.
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