Beautiful Tailor

Defended In-Law

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Sandi was frenzied that night, should that night he was able to combine love with Dance, Dari, but instead he had to wait a week later after Dance was clean from her very annoying and annoying guest that was for Sandi.

Sandi was actually a little disappointed. Yeah, just a little. Because according to him even though Dance is coming month, but he can still enjoy the beautiful body of Dance which is other than the one below. And he can also still order a karaoke dance with the microphone he has, which when held and sorted will be enlarged in shape.

But of course Tari refused.

"He heard himself, didn't Mr. Ustadz say what? the husband should not have sex with his wife when his wife is menstruating" said Tari while demonstrating Mr. Ustadz speaking.

Password exited the room slammed the door rudely without saying anything more. In the room Dance celebration ala-ala footballer who managed to roll the opponent's goal.

"Yes!! Yup!! Yes!!"

Password walks into the kitchen, his throat feels dry when he does not get what he wants. His head also felt pulsating just like his lower microphone which also pulsed.

At that moment also Bu Hanifa came out of her room wanting to take some drinking water for Mr. Irsyad. He was surprised by the condition of Sandi who sat on one of the table benches. With the dim state of kitchen lights.

Ms. Hanifa also turned on the kitchen lights to be bright. He saw the face of his youngest child who was daydreaming.

"Why you?" greet Bu Hanifa while touching Sandi's shoulder.

"I can't dance the first night" Sandi said without shame.

"What the hell is that woman?" Bu Hanifa stepped towards Sandi's room with an angry-looking face.

Without knocking on the door earlier, Ms. Hanifa directly opened the door of the newlyweds room violently.

"Dance!!!" call Bu Hanifa in a high tone.

The dance that was laying his body comfortably on the king size soft mattress jumped in shock. He woke up and looked at the door that now stood the mother-in-law with a gaze drawn towards him.

"L-yes, Mom," said Tari terbatas.

"You're bo...doh huh? letting your own husband mess around like that."

"What's it like, Mom?" answer Dance without guilt.

"Follow me!!" ma'am Hanifa replied with glaring eyes.

Ms. Hanifa had already stepped away from Tari who was still on the soft mattress. He lazily followed Bu Hanifa.

'What the hell is this?' muttered Tari while walking following Bu Hanifa.

When the three of them had already gathered in the kitchen, the first Bu Hanifa opened her voice.

"You why? why don't you want to be invited to your husband's first night?"

Dance dumbfounded, her mouth opened reflexively. He did not expect Sandi would complain of sensitive things like this to her mother. Netraya looked at Sandi who was still sitting on the bench of the dining table. However, there was no response whatsoever.

"Sa-I'm menstruating, Mom," said Tari with stammering. He was afraid that this charade would be revealed in front of his in-laws.

Bu Hanifa seemed to sigh and pull the bench next to Sandi. Sandi turned to look at her mother, she wondered why her mother was silent as usual, who was always chatty towards Dari.

Ms. Hanifa who was staring at Sandi also smiled, "Your wife is menstruating, why didn't you say?"

Sandi and Tari showed almost the same face, they met. The two of them frowned in astonishment with the unusual attitude Bu Hanifa showed.

"But Dance can still serve me, ma'am. Not with her sex organs. It can be with his hands or with his mouth."

Dance covered her face, she felt ashamed to talk about this with the old man.

"Hydial woman also her mood is very erratic, very irritable and irritable, due to the influence of hormones. You have to understand that."

Ms. Hanifa gave her son understanding. As a woman, so too. It is very uncomfortable to have sex when the moon comes even if only by hand or mouth. And her husband, Mr. Irsyad himself, understood that.

Dari and Bu Hanifa sat face to face, Tari smiled faintly. It was as if he was thanking his father-in-law.

"You dance, if you're clean, tell Sandi immediately. Don't make my son beg you, okay?!" said Ms. Hanifa firmly.

"Yes, Mom," replied Tari.

While the selfish Sandi only thinks of himself. Why just dance, he thought. He had married Siri before with Dance, already twice even. But the wife he married was not like Tari when it came months. He can always serve her until she is satisfied.

And plus now his mother seems to defend Dance. Of course he can not force, if not want to get anger from his father of course. Well, maybe he should fast for a few days. After that, he will not give mercy to Tari.

At exactly twelve o'clock at night they entered the room, as did Ms. Hanifa.

If Tari and Sandi are now sleeping at night, but different from Fadly who is currently having lunch in America with both parents. Because Indonesia and America have a considerable time difference.

While enjoying lunch at the luxury apartment owned by the Dewantara family in America, Mr. Haris Dewantara wanted to tell Fadly the second destination Fadly brought to America.

Because his first goal was for the treatment of Fadly and it was done. Fadly is healthy and recovering as usual.

"Fadly," called Mr. Haris casually to the only boy.

Fadly shifted her gaze from the plate to her papa face and alternated to her mother's face.

"Yes, Pa. What's up?" answer Fadly.

"You will recover, you can move again as usual. Papa's planning on enrolling you in business school like your brother."

Instantly Fadly placed the spoon she was holding onto the plate. Which makes the sound of a spoon falling onto a plate make a very loud sound heard.

"I don't want to!" fadly said with a flat face, without looking at his mom and dad.

Lady Shofia was surprised by Fadly's reaction, but said nothing.

"There's no NO word if you've spoken Fadly."

This time Mr. Haris firmly spoke, not as relaxed as when he first spoke earlier.

Fadly could not resist anymore. He is far from Indonesia, which he currently holds is only a mobile phone. Having just recovered from his illness, he had no intention of going anywhere since this apartment. So that cash or atm he does not have. To be precise, he had not asked his parents.

Fadly could only resign, wanting to escape. But have nothing to go. His fate is now in the hands of his parents.

The desire to meet Dari faster was gone instantly, they were now separated by distance and time, he could only resist longing. And I don't know when that miss will dock.

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