mars muslimat yalal wathon lirik

He was the successor of a mysterious European family and the president of a transnational financial conglomerate. Although a bachelor for years, he had a 6-year-old son. She was the head of the Criminal Investigation Department of the North District Police Station, a dumb violent police officer. When they first met, she thought he was a mobster. Not only did she crash into his expensive sports car, but even bit him. He calmly raised his slender fingers with teeth marks and said, "Hester, do you think you can get away after biting me? I want money, or this isn't over." She buckled when she noticed the bite mark, asking sheepishly, "How much?" "Let's see. 500,000." He smiled charmingly but was cooking up a plan. "Bucks!" She only made 4, 500 a month. Bursting into tears, she said pitifully, "What if I can't afford it?" The smile on his thin lips spread wider. "Then I guess you will make do. I am in need of a girlfriend, and my son a mother." However, she didn't want to be a stepmother! The spoiled brat countered, "I don't want that dumb woman to be my mommy! I only agreed to call her mother for Daddy's sake. It's not because I like her or anything!"