
The luxury car that Jihan was riding in entered the elite residential area. Shaka turned his car towards the big house that had a large courtyard with a circumference wall that was not too high. Jihan could see it from inside the car.
The fence is opened from the inside by the house guards. Two men in security uniforms bowed respectfully towards Shaka whose window glass was lowered in half. Shaka replied with a small nod as he entered his courtyard. Jihan was not so surprised when she saw the large and luxurious house before her. Because the owner of the house is a wealthy businessman in his country. So it's only natural that their house is like a palace.
"What shall I say then, sir.?" Ask Jihan as soon as the car stops. Shaka turned his head while releasing the seatbelt.
"Just say hello, the rest let me answer if they ask you something." Shaka.
Jihan nodded in understanding. He then follows Shaka who has gone down first from his car.
Jihan's heart rumbled, she had never performed before, what if it looked like a lie. Jihan so ketar-ketir itself, very different from Shaka who is cute and calm.
Shaka looked back because Jihan had not caught up with him, apparently the woman walked slowly behind him, making a distance far enough and it made Shaka cluck annoyed.
"Where are the pairs of paths far apart." Grunts Shaka.
"But we're not a couple sir." Answer Jihan reflex. Shaka glared sharply, worried that there would be a house person who heard Jihan's words. The plan may fail.
Jihan shut her mouth with both hands after realizing her mistake. It was only a reflex answer because Jihan felt she was not Shaka's partner. Let alone the couple, interacting this close was also just this afternoon.
"Your mouth is a danger to Jihan, you better not talk too much later.!" Shaka's memory was full of worries. If Jihan gets leaked about their cooperation, Shaka could get in even bigger trouble.
"Sorry sir, I promise to be more careful." The rain bowed and followed Shaka's steps in a row.
"Next don't call me sir, call me Mas or just name me." Shaka said as he opened the towering main door. The door may be about 3 meters high. His name was also the home of the sultan.
"Well Pa, uh Mas," Jihan said nervously.
Just calling her name is impolite, considering Shaka is her boss and she is also younger than Shaka. As a result, calling Mas even awkward.
"Mas Shaka came, this is the candidate.?" Asked the middle-aged woman who looked relaxed in her negligent clothes. She is a domestic assistant who has worked with the Shaka family for decades since the man was a toddler.
Jihan smiled kindly at the figure of the middle-aged woman without saying anything.
"Hem." Shaka answered briefly with deheman. He is very good at talking to anyone.
"Where's Papa's mom.?" Ask because the whole corner of the room looks quiet.
"Already in the back, waiting in the dining room." The answer.
Shaka gave a small nod, he took Jihan by the hand and took her down the mansion to meet her parents in the dining room.
Jihan's heart rumbled staring at the hand held by Shaka. All ages, only this time there is a Sultan who wants to hold his hand.
Were it not for some purpose, such a great thing would have never happened in Jihan's life.
Shaka stopped his steps in a dining room with a modern classic feel in the dominance of white and expensive furniture.
Jihan's eyes were fixed on the couple who were already sitting in front of the dining table. The gazes they met, Jihan lowered her head politely while smiling faintly.
Although it looks calm, actually Jihan's mind flutters, no matter what kind of response the two parents Shaka. Jihan is afraid they cannot accept it well if they know their status is different.
"Night Mah, Pah." Sapa Shaka's.
Sonia then stood up from her seat, there was a happy twinkle when she saw her son holding a friendly hand of a beautiful girl who looked quiet and kind. Sonia knows her son is normal, he's not a fellow lover.
A mother's happiness cannot be covered, Sonia's smile is on her youthful face.
"Say I don't have a girlfriend, so who is this beautiful woman.?" Sonia stared in the shade at Jihan.
"I'm Jihan aunty." Jihan reached out her hand and politely kissed the back of Sonia's hand.
"You guys dating.? Or no relationship at all.?" Cecar Sonia stared in search.
Since yesterday his son insisted, he said he had no girlfriend or close friends. But the turn is urged to be in a match, suddenly said he would introduce someone to him.
"It's better to sit down." Mahesa, Papa Shaka.
The three of them then joined at the dining table, Jihan had previously shaken the middle-aged hand before taking a seat.
"Out of the staff at our company, we've actually been close for a long time." Shaka said as he glanced at Jihan who looked nervous.
Jihan only smiles, does not dare to speak because she is afraid to speak wrongly.
"He always refused every time he was invited to the house, he said afraid of Mama and Papa." Shaka said with a ignorant face.
Jihan immediately glared in disbelief, where there she said like that.
"No Auntie, I've never said that." Jihan was nervous half to death while shaking loudly. Shaka is a real fad, making Jihan flutter in front of her parents.
Shaka chuckled amusedly looking at Jihan's pale face.
Sonia slaps her son's hand on the table, beating Jihan until she is frightened.
"Don't make up stories.! You're the one who didn't want to know Jihan and Mama." Omel Sonia to his son.
"The turn has been forced to marry, just brought her home."
Sonia continued to slur and nag and advise her son. Shaka's face until sour made him, the man held the shame in front of Jihan because he could not dwell when in the omelette Mama. Shaka seemed to lose his pride in front of his own staff. But if you answer his mother's words, his affairs must be widening everywhere, so Shaka just shut up.
After passing through a short introduction process and telling the condition of Jihan's parents, the four of them then ate dinner in silence. No one makes a sound when their mouth focuses on chewing.
In the family Shaka is not talking during meals, except in urgent circumstances.
Jihan ate her food with a distant mind. He does not cover up his identity and family condition in front of Shaka's parents, but Sonia and Mahesa are still as friendly as at the beginning despite knowing that their future son-in-law is from a lower middle family.
There was no insult, no rejection or ill-treatment as Jihan often saw in soap operas or in novels.
Usually, the parents of men will be strongly opposed if their child's wife does not fit the criteria.
Jihan can sense that both of Shaka's parents do not judge a person by his wealth or social status.
Truly the ideal in-law candidate, it is a pity that his marriage to Shaka is only temporary.