Chapter 7 - Meet Mother-in-Law

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"What?" Alexander was shocked; no wonder he was helpless and felt so much pain. "How was your decision, Mr Druva?" "Is there any guarantee of recovery after surgery?" "I can't guarantee. But most ribs will heal on their own if the wound isn't too severe. Hopefully yours is still in a harmless stage." "Perform surgery immediately, don't delay. Be careful. Don't think that because I'm in a state of unconsciousness, then you can make mistakes during surgery. Because my people are very loyal. They won't let you go if something goes wrong during the operation later." Alexander threatens. "We promise to do the best we can." "If you succeed, you will receive a luxury reward." "Thank you sir." At the Fridmans' Mansion, the clock on the wall was already 7 in the morning. Dmitri was ready in his work suit; when he went down the stairs, he remembered Natasha in the next room. "Rena, is Miss Ivanov awake yet?" "I'm sorry, sir, Miss..." "Huft, let me wake her up." Dmitri went into the room where Natasha was sleeping. The girl was still sleeping under the thick blanket. "Nasha, wake up." Dmitri removed the blanket covering Natasha's body. But Natasha tightened her grip on the bolster and didn't budge. "Well then I will gladly clean up your father's restaurant immediately." "You…, how annoying," Natasha grunted. "Come downstairs, I'm waiting for you to have breakfast together." Natasha wiped her mouth as she ran to the bathroom, ignoring Dmitri's presence. Dmitri just shook his head at his future wife's behavior and walked out of the room. "Rena, provide all the needs of Miss Ivanov and take her downstairs for breakfast." "Yes sir." Natasha quickly finished her bath. She feared Dmitri's threat would ruin her adoptive father's business. Who does not know Dmitri Fridman, a young businessman in the top five wealthiest people? With his wealth and power, he would quickly destroy the business of his adoptive family. "Sorry miss, your face must be treated first." "In the morning should also be treated?" "Just basic daily skin care for women in general, and won't take long." "Okay, it's up to you. Do your job instead of getting fired." said Natasha to Rena. After everything was ready, Natasha went downstairs, followed by Rena. As she descended the stairs, she saw a middle-aged woman who still looked beautiful, standing smiling and stretching her arms. "Welcome, dear." The woman grabbed Natasha's hand and hugged her body warmly. A feeling of emotion welled up in Natasha's chest as if she could feel the warmth of a mother's embrace once again. "You're so beautiful; no wonder my son wants to marry you immediately. Don't just stare; this is all the fault of your future husband who never brought you home to be introduced to us." Polina, Dmitri's biological mother, warmly welcomes Natasha's arrival. "Absolutely, Mrs Fridman." "Don't call Mrs, just call me, Mommy. Tomorrow you will get married to my son, so from now on, get used to calling me Mommy." "Oh Mom, the interview will be later. Let's have breakfast first." Dmitri came to hug his mother from behind. Instead of returning Dmitri's hug, Polina hits Dmitri on the head. "Mom, instead of being loved, I was abused. Don't let Mommy's future daughter-in-law follow in your footsteps." Dmitri rubbed his head because of his mother's fist. "You ungodly child, you think this sudden marriage won't trouble us?" Polina snorted in annoyance. "Your father had to cancel a meeting with an important client from America. Good thing they've known each other for a long time so that's understandable. Otherwise, how much of a loss it will be and your father's reputation in the business world will be tarnished." "Sorry Mom, I made this decision suddenly. It was because I was afraid, Natasha changed her mind." Natasha was happy to see Dmitri looking helpless in front of her mother, but she was annoyed by his lies about their relationship. "Come here, honey, sit next to Mommy." Polina pulled up a chair next to her to invite Natasha. "What's your name and how old are you, honey? You seem very young." "My name is Natasha Ivanov, and I'm 20 years old Mrs, um… Mommy." Dmitri smiled triumphantly at Natasha's 180-degree turn, turning back the way she had always been. "Honestly, Natasha dear, did Dimi force you? Don't be afraid; even though Dimi is Mommy's child, if he is guilty, Mommy will punish him. "Mom…, no compulsion, we love each other." Dmitri immediately cut off his mother's question. "Yes, Dimi forced me." Dmitri's face changed gloomy, afraid that his mother would scold him. Dmitri looked at Natasha sharply, hinting at something. "That was the beginning, but in the end, I also agreed because I also love Dmitri and willing to marry him," said Natasha. Dmitri smiled happily at Natasha's lies in front of his mother. "Thank you for accepting Dimi, Mommy's stubborn son. But believe me, if he has chosen, he will definitely be responsible for his choice. Mommy will also help to watch your future husband." Polina took Natasha's hand and kissed the back of her hand. "Thanks Mom, but Mommy doesn't want to know my family background?" Natasha asked. "That's not necessary, dear, the important thing is that you two love each other. While social status is not important at all. Dmitri's happiness is more important to us. Dmitri what about Natasha's family? Are you ready..." "My father-in-law is on his way here to be picked up by Victor, Mom. We will talk about the wedding on the bride's side later after we meet Natasha's father in person." Natasha glared at hearing that her adoptive father had also been picked up by Dmitri. "Oh yes, Dimi, don't forbid if your wife wants to go to college later. Natasha is still young; let her get a better education." "Actually..." "Don't worry, Mom, I've arranged everything well. But for the time being, Natasha will be taking a leave of absence from college." Dmitri immediately cut off Natasha's words so as not to speak nonsense. "That's good then. Come on, honey, finish your breakfast quickly. Soon Mommy will take you to the boutique to choose the prettiest wedding dress for you. And you Dmitri, immediately follow us to the boutique after your office business is done." "Okay Mom, choose the most beautiful dress for my future wife but not too revealing." Dmitri said in a small whisper to his mother. "Huft, it's okay to be getting possessive like your father is." Polina laughed, amused by the behavior of her only son. In the afternoon, Polina took Natasha to her favorite boutique. "Hello, Anna, how are you? How's the wedding dress I order for my future daughter-in-law? Is it ready?" Today Polina visited her favorite boutique to accompany Natasha to try on the wedding dress she had ordered. "Good news, Mrs. Fridman, of course it's ready, madam. It's an honor for our boutique, to accept orders for wedding dresses for the future daughter-in-law of the Fridman family. That's why our team works hard so the results are optimal, according to the wishes of the madam." "Sorry if it's sudden, it must be troublesome for you. Understandably young people today, all their wishes must be fulfilled even though sometimes it doesn't make sense. Like this sudden marriage." "I personally say thank you very much for your trust in us. Honestly, there are many advantages that we can get with our designed wedding dresses that you ordered for the most anticipated wedding of the year in the business and celebrity world." "Hahaha you're exaggerating Ana." Polina waved her hand. "Introducing, this is my future daughter-in-law Natasha." "Good afternoon, madam; my name is Natasha Ivanov." Natasha appeared from behind Polina's back, greeting Anna. "Welcome, Miss Ivanov; you are so gorgeous indeed. Young master Fridman wants to marry suddenly." Anna, the fashion designer, walked around Natasha, gazing in awe as if auditioning a model. "Come here, beautiful, let's just try on the dress." Anna and her assistant pulled Natasha into the fitting room. Several assistants were helping Natasha to put on a stunning and elegant wedding dress. "What do you think, madam?" Anna asked Polina's opinion after seeing Natasha's appearance from behind the curtain of the fitting room. "Wow, perfect, so beautiful. You're great Anna, the touch of your hand does wonders." Polina was amazed. "You are exaggerating, ma'am, there are many fashion designers betters than me out there." Ana smiled modestly. "Tsk, I'll be honest Anna, this dress is really very good. On the sides the cut is smoothed a little. The rest is just right." "That's also because the model is very beautiful, madam, so it can cover the flaws in the dress. May I take a picture of Miss Ivanov to endorse my boutique, in exchange I will not take wages for the wedding dresses that you ordered." asked Anna. "The good news for my son to get married is a great joy for us after so long tired of forcing him to marry. So let me keep paying and please take as many pictures of my future daughter-in-law as you want, as long as the photos are polite and not vulgar." "Thank you, madam, thank you for your generosity, madam. Let's go, beautiful; let's try another dress for the wedding party occasion." Natasha followed in, trying on another dress which was also very pretty and fit Natasha's curves. The doorbell rang as soon as Dmitri arrived with Edmond and Nikolaev. "Mom where is Natasha, I want to see her." "No way, from now on, you are prohibited from seeing him until tomorrow on your wedding day."
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