DESTINY LOVE KHADIJAH

CHAPTERS 15. JAKARTA

...It will not be possible to exchange what Allah Takar has done. ...

...☘️...

The night is getting late, the cold air is also getting pierced into the chest.

Together with a man who has legal status as her husband. Rather Khadija still could not believe his new status.

There were three motorcades accompanying them, whether it was a person like Aksara, which was clear in Khadiah's mind, of course her husband was not an ordinary person.

Khadijah was in a car with Aksara and a driver who accompanied them.

Aksara seemed busy playing his phone, while Khadija could only be silent in his daydream.

"Where's kuta going ?"

With curiosity filling his heart, Khadijah ventured to ask.

But not the answer he got, but the cold gaze of Aksara which instantly paralyzed the nerves of Khadijah.

"Do you want us to be surprised?, throw away or leave you ?"

It sounded so cold that Aksara's words entered Khadijah's ears.

Aksara was seen to hold his head close to Khadijah, which instantly made Khadijah's heart pump with its speed.

"Why that stupid question you should ask, shouldn't you know where I'm going to take you !!"

The whisper of the script is right in Khadijah's ear.

Hearing Aksara's words that had no idea what he meant, Khadijah could only remain silent and no longer dare to ask.

Seeing how Khadijah reacted, not pity, Aksara was heard laughing at Khadijah.

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The capital.

The second time for Khadijah to set foot there.

The Special Capital Region of Jakarta (DKI Jakarta) is the capital of the country and the largest city in Indonesia. Jakarta is the only city in Indonesia that has a provincial status. Jakarta is located on the coast of the northwestern part of Java Island. Formerly known by several names including Sunda Kelapa, Jayakarta, and Batavia.

Jakarta metropolitan area (Jabodetabek), which has a population of about 28 million, is the largest metropolitan in Southeast Asia or second in the world.

As a center of business, politics, and culture.

Jakarta is where the headquarters of SOEs, private companies, and foreign companies are established. The city is also home to government institutions and the ASEAN secretariat offices. Jakarta is served by two airports, namely Soekarno–Hatta Airport and Halim Perdanakusuma Airport, as well as three sea ports in Tanjung Priok, Sunda Kelapa, and Ancol.

Khadijah still feels foreign because this is not a usual place to visit.

Aksara's car is seen entering an elite housing complex there. European-style architecture and not to forget every house has its strict guardians.

The feeling of palpitations instantly perched on Khadijah's chest, imagining who her husband really was, because Khadijah knew Aksara was the CEO where her parents used to work.

Not much they talked about on the way, just a few words that actually made Khadijah afraid of her husband figure.

It did not take long, the car driven by her husband's personal driver, entered a very large and large residential area of course.

"Down !"

Khadijah who was still not satisfied admired the beauty and splendor of the palace in front of him was so shocked that Takalar Aksara withdrew his hand.

"Astaghfiullah!"

Khadijah just shook the hands of Aksara, honestly maybe because he was not used to the new status between them.

"Ma.Sorry Mas"

Feeling guilty to her husband made Khadijah immediately apologize to her, but as if nothing had happened, Aksara simply kept silent and left Khadijah alone.

Until the moment the side door opens, the personal driver Aksara opens the door for him.

"Thank you" Khadiah said

"Let's get my mom in" said the young-looking Aksara personal driver her husband's age.

"Good Sir"

Hearing this, Khadijah nodded his head.

From a distance Khadijah could see that her husband was talking to a middle-aged woman with a man in a wheelchair.

The woman Khadijah believed was the same age as her late mother. Beautiful and also still look young at the age that has been said not young.

But no wonder for rich people like them, anything they can do to get his wish. 'Thinking Khadijah'.

"There's no need to fear Mom, they're Mr. Aksara's parents, Mr. and Mrs both"

Honestly, this is a big question mark on Khadija's head, and lucky her husband's Personal Assistant would be kind enough to say that to her.

"Assynogaic"

Gentle sound of Khadijah's voice greeting her two in-laws.

Not getting an answer, but Khadija got a smile from her husband's parents. That convinced Khadijah if he was accepted, or maybe vice versa. 'Stop'.

"Vaalaikumsalam Khadiah"

The corner of Khadiah's lips lifted instantly, hearing his name mentioned by his mother-in-law. This was the first time, and the two had never known each other before.

Feeling the echo of Khadijah also nodded his head. Not to forget Khadijah greeted his Second in-laws.as an easy adab against the older ones. And it was always taught by the late mother of Khadijah on her.

"You must be tired, Mama take you to yuk's room"

'Bu Gita' is the name and familiar greeting of the mother of Aksara.

Khadijah felt lucky, she who was only a person from the village could be well received by the family of her husband.

"Pa. Mama inter Khadijah first yes" Gentle voice voice Bu Gita ask permission on her husband.

"Ma !"

The call of Aksara immediately stopped Khadijah and Bu Gita.

"I don't want a room with him !"

Deg.

For a moment Khadijah felt his heart stop beating. Rejection of the script that Khadijah had just heard is enough to leave the pain in the chest.

How can a husband and wife not sleep in one room 'Khadijah Thought'. Although not in love, at least they try to live together and share their feelings.

"If you don't want a room, don't get married !"

After answering his son's remarks, Bu Gita then grabbed Khadijah's shoulder, again showing the room for Khadijah.

Bu Gita knows his son does not treat his wife well. So he felt the need to comfort her.

No longer wanting to argue with his son, Bu Gita then just brought Khadijah to his room.

Chequek.

A room that was in Khadijah view the size of his house. Quite amazed to see the facilities and luxury of the room shown by her mother-in-law.

"For a while this will be your room Khadija, I hope you like it"

"If there's less you say yes to mama"

Ms. Gita felt that she could not honestly let her daughter-in-law sleep in the guest room.

"MashaAllah Ma's. This is more than enough ma, no kurnag at all" replied Khadijah innocently.

Ms. Gita smiled at Khadijah's words.

"I'm sorry Aksa can't accept you as his wife"

"She looks terrible, but she's actually good"

Bu Gita told a little about his eldest son, and it was quite happy for Khadijah who knew nothing about the Scriptures.

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