I'm Not the First

Chapters. 21

A few hours later, they had reached the capital of Jakarta safely, some of the car groups had separated from them. Because they will return to their homes. Bu Ingrid was very grateful that his family members were reliable and took the time to attend and take Yudha to the village.

Bu Inggrid unceasingly thanked for the smooth process of the child marriage contract just the way. Although she lived in a mediocre state when she was divorced by her husband.

By working hard to sell through online to be able to send their children to a higher level again until now become a marketing manager in one of the largest and best companies in Indonesia.

Four months of marriage Asti has been running. Asti was grateful that her husband was paying enough attention to her. At first she felt quite awkward facing her husband but, as time went on, the two became more compact and friendly. But, until that moment also Asti and other members of his family did not know if Yudha had two wives at once.

The sound of yelling that comes from the direction of the kitchen is heard to the middle room which is used as a place to gather them at leisure.

"It smells so good, who cooks it? As far as I know Aunt Sumi has not come home from shopping that Asti said this morning her head was a little dizzy," she muttered Bu Inggrid as she walked towards the kitchen.

His footsteps were getting closer to the kitchen, the smell of cooking increasingly spread to the five senses.

"The smell, I'm sure the food must be delicious, of course" said Ms. Bu Inggrid.

Bu Inggrid saw the back of a woman with a hair tie of origin that is just plain mencepol. His hands are agile, goulash, painstakingly kneading the cooking seasoning.

"Darling! What are you cooking? the fragrance is so fragrant that it makes Mama's stomach rumble," he said Bu Ingrid while joking.

Asti who heard her mother-in-law's exclamation immediately shrank the fire of her stove. He turned his head while smiling kindly.

"Alhamdulillah, if you like the aroma, may Asti's cooking is delicious and Mama likes it" Asti added.

"You think you're not feeling well, son, how come you've been in the kitchen fighting with a stick and a frying pan, are you better off and the medicine has been taken, son?" Ask Bu Inggrid full of questioning while tasting the tempe mendoan that Asti just took from the frying pan.

Asti gave a quick glance at his mother, "Thankful Thank God, I've improved Ma, but I'm sorry I didn't have time to take medicine because I'm not used to taking medicine if it's only a mild illness," it was clear that Asti did not want her mother-in-law to be offended because she did not want to be considered disrespectful to the gifts and assistance from Bu Ingrid.

Ms. Inggrid smiled wryly, "it's okay, son, don't be forced if you're not ordinary, mama likes your principle that don't get a little sick taking medicine, instead, in fact, according to Mama is good, mama likes it like that, but by the way you are cooking again and there is aunty Sumi who can cook, you do not have to bother everything," it was Bu Inggrid.

"It's okay Ma, don't know why I want to cook, besides I like cooking is a habit too, Ma, incidentally, Mas Yudha wanted to eat my cooking, he said he did not want to eat the cuisine of the company cafeteria or restaurant" said Asti who smiled thinly.

"Alhamdulillah, Mama is proud of you, son, even though you are busy in college but your obligations and responsibilities as a wife and Mother do not you leave, Mama is very grateful to have a daughter-in-law like you," praise Bu Inggrid while tasting soy sauce sauteed shrimp just taken from the frying pan.

Asti smiled happily hearing the words of praise intended for him.

"I feel very flattered by the compliments that Mama said when Asti cuisine is also only home cooking with a simple spice" Asti said.

"So you want to take your husband's lunch to campus?" Ask Bu Inggrid who has sat down and a bowl of chicken broccoli mushroom soup is available in front of him ready for him to enjoy.

Asti turned off her stove and walked to the closet to pick up the food box she would fill to take to the company where her husband Yudha worked.

Yudha moved quickly to lock the door of her private office after seeing the arrival of her husband Andien's wife. His eyes wryly looking around him, he did not want anyone to see their closeness back then which could be fatal for their relationship.

"Darling, how come you're staying at my house tonight, right? It's been two weeks since I didn't get a ration from you" Andien said with gentleness while riding on her husband's lap.

Yudha smiled as she stroked his wife's long hair, "god willing Mas will stay there but, I have to find the right reason for that, God willing, you know exactly if I still have one wife and also Mama that I have to be smart to find the most appropriate reason so that they do not suspect" he said Yudha.

Yudha who actually lately is very lazy to spend the night at Andien's house what's more both of Andien's parents who have been living there for almost a month also who always demand to formalize their relationship.

Both of Andien's parents had no idea if their beloved son had become the third person in another's household. Although Andien was the woman whom Yudha married for the second time because of the insistence and coercion of Andien himself who clearly already knew if, Yudha would marry Asti his fiancee.

"I was very lazy and reluctant to go there for the reason of my two in-laws" Yudha said.

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The sound of knocking on the door from outside made them have to break his arms and Andien immediately sat on the chair in front of his desk Yudha.

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