NOT AN ORDINARY SON-IN-LAW

CHAPTER 11. BOOSTERS

As a result Ghala continued to tease and divert Asha's fears by chattering about everything they encountered on the road, making Asha slowly relax sitting on a piggy bank.

The tight strokes around the border of the abdomen and chest slowly loosened, making Maghala a little relieved while knowing that Asha was getting comfortable. Although without a voice or a look on his face, Ghala felt Asha occasionally smiled throughout the journey.

"Asha, do you know why the sun is getting hot?" ghala asked as she stopped at a red light.

Asha shook her head, seen from the left rearview mirror.

"Yes because of the Sun, open branches everywhere" Ghala kekeh, while pulling back the gas lever to continue the journey. While Asha was still loyal with her secret smile.

Before long, they arrived at the hospital parking lot. Maghala chose a place close to the basement elevator so as not to push too far. He lowered the lever and unfolded the wheelchair. Ghala slowly carried his wife until she was comfortable sitting there. Then remove the helmet and comb Asha's hair using fingers.

"okay okay? we go in," asked Ghala after making sure everything was neat through Asha's gesture.

After an hour in the hospital, Ghala pushed her wheelchair back to the basement.

"Nearly twelve weeks? are you happy?" whispered Ghala, crouching in front of Asha's wheelchair. Slurped into his wife's eye bead. She knew, Asha was depressed inside there when the doctor asked about her pregnancy.

"Is this not your wish? happened accidentally or forced?" lirih Ghala again, stroking ayu's face while wiping the clear grain from the corner of the netra.

"Your baby is big and innocent, and will soon be blown away. We'll take care of each other, okay?" Maghala rose, rubbing the head of Asha who was always silent like a statue. He did not refuse his presence alone, Ghala was already very grateful.

Two months into her second marriage, Asha has begun to accept Ghala's presence in recent weeks. Although at first very unfriendly, Ghala knew that his wife was simply unable to tell the truth.

Young Master Magenta, be gentle knowing how it feels to be ignored. Also, the guilt on Asha, the behavior of Cyra's family makes her conscience say to accept the girl as a wife and treat her well.

When they returned from the hospital, the house was empty, apparently Adhisty had left again. All Maghala's work had been done since she left Cyra's residence, there was no addition to do list on the kitchen table. He was able to rest for a while this afternoon while accompanying Asha.

Until dinner, Cyra's young couple did not reveal a nose stick. Maghala just prepared their dinner and went back into the room. Alka felt astonished at her sister-in-law lately, she suspected something.

"Ma, tumben the babu did not appear. Lately I like the night, Asha too. What's up, huh?" search Alka on her mother.

"Leave it, the important thing is that the work is done. It's good not to look at the face than to make nausea and emotion" Adhisty said, with a flat face, continuing to eat.

"Surprisingly, I will investigate, deh," muttered Alka. His brain was thinking how to catch the suspicious attitude of his sister-in-law.

Meanwhile, in Maghala's room.

Ashadiya finished her meal quickly tonight because she wanted to see and help Maghala work. He even pushed his wheelchair towards the sofa.

"Would you see me working?" ask Ghala. Asha nodded. He looks enthusiastic.

"Bismillah, doain selling me tonight is selling well," said Ghala when going to start live.

"Yes. Aamiin," answered Asha, adding a new word, other than what she used to say.

Maghala smiled, Asha began to be willing to talk to him. "Aamiin's."

The ayu woman helps Ghala when she needs a product that is out of reach. Asha accompanied her husband until ten p.m., almost two hours they were selling live in one of the apks.

After closing the live broadcast, Maghala immediately replied to the messages of its customers. Tonight, the sales statistics report from his account came out.

The sparkle of the handsome man's eyes was now emanated, a charming smile was on Maghala's face, because the balance of the young master Magenta was starting to grow significantly.

Maghala approached Asha, squatting in front of her wheelchair and showing a display on her phone screen.

"Alhamdulilah, twice as much as before. Asha, thank you" said Ghala sumringah, waiting for his wife's reaction to what he offered.

Maghala was stunned, was her vision not wrong? Asha just smiled at him.

"Maa is Allah, my wife is beautiful when she smiles," praised Ghala making the quiet woman blush, a tinge of blushing painted on Asha's face.

"Can you ask again? look at me, Asha," pinta Ghala.

The handsome man, putting his gawai in Asha's lap, Maghala then half-rises on his knees. The soft, burly hand clasped Asha's fingers drooping over her lap. The two shaded eyeballs stared at Asha's bright brown irises.

Slowly, the face that was used to looking down was lifted. The eyes of the two met, the corner of the Cherry-colored thin lips was drawn upwards forming an arcing sweet smile, which he only shared for Maghala sakha.

"Allahumma sholli a la sayyidina Muhammad, Alhamdulillah. Thank you, Asha, a great booster, O Allah," said Ghala increasingly make Ashadiya cheeks reddish

"Grand." Ghala calls a call. "Ashadiya Humaira," said Maghala, giving her charming smile.

The sweet moment for the two was broken when the door of their room was forcibly opened by Alka.

Brak!

Alka ruffled her waist in the doorway, she then flicked her gaze around. His eyes found something, such as equipment and supplies used to make vlogs, videos or the like.

Maghala who knew Alka's body language immediately rose from the crouch and secured all of her selling equipment. Asha also helped her husband, blocking Alka.

"Surge!" drive Alka away, push Asha's wheelchair away.

"Asha!" ghala said, worried that his wife would fall. However, Asha was able to control herself.

"Here, I see, what you got!" alka shouted, seizing what Ghala was hiding behind his body. He gripped Ghala's shoulder and flipped her sister-in-law's body forcibly.

"It has nothing to do with Cyra. It's an attempt to support my wife" Ghala exclaimed in defence of what she had.

"Don't fuck around. It's good to provide a place to live, even make you ashamed! what a sale like this, dime! it's gem!" sentak Alka threw away all the sample products Ghala had collected. The loud noise of objects falling to the floor echoed, the goods of Maghala scattered.

"I do not sell products, only partners with distributors and suppliers. I'm just a promote. Brother, balikin!" exclaim Ghala gasping. Asha could not bear to see her husband treated harshly.

"Yetoooo!" asha shouted, startling Alka and Maghala.

"People like him, secretly going to stab from behind, we have to be wary of all behavior, Asha! I'll never give you any chance, Babu!" jolt Alka again, her face was red, her forefinger pointed rudely towards Ghala.

"I don't want to take Cyra. Your family's company is just waiting for time to collapse. Don't take care of me, brother. Just think about the continuity of the status of the heir of Cyra, whether it will continue for you after something comes out later," Ghala said implying resistance.

The eyes of the two men were clashing. Alka guessed whether Ghala knew something because of his words. More and more Alka felt that Maghala was not an ordinary man.

"What do you mean?" cynical Alka, holding a bluetooth speaker tripod, was ready to slam hard because her right hand was pointing upwards.

"Don't try my limits! put that down or we're at war. I guarantee you'll regret it later!" threatening Ghala this time, his eyes were sharp for the brother-in-law.

"You dare?" challenge Alka again. His jaw is firm until the neck veins look prominent.

"Does Brother want to bet with me?" reply Maghala sakha, still faithful with a piercing gaze.

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