NOT AN ORDINARY SON-IN-LAW

CHAPTER 13. DEMANDS

"Carim?" murmured Ghala, while sliding the green button up on the screen.

"Assalamualaikum, Karim. You're back already? I'm sorry, the wagon is broken and being repaired" Ghala told friends and friends of the angkringan sale they started.

"Wa 'alaikumsalam. Ghala, sorry, I have not been able to return to Jakarta, still in recovery. What rent money, if you don't sell because the cart is broken?" ask Karim worriedly.

"Don't worry, I've paid for the next six months. You are healthy soon, we will talk a lot of things," said Ghala to calm the friend.

Karim's voice suddenly paused and was unclear.

Asha tried to wake up without Ghala's help, as the man was talking to someone. He put both hands to the head of the bed and then pulled his body slowly. This activity, did not escape the attention of Maghala.

"Hello, hello, Karim?" call Ghala many times.

Their conversation was interrupted because Karim's missing cell phone signal had arisen. Ghala put the flat object back on the table.

The man who already had the ablution looked towards the bed, he commented a smile and slowly got up closer.

"Can?" ghala asked softly, while sitting on the side of the bed.

Asha nodded, then sighed after she managed to sit down. Both of his legs are still very difficult to move. Doctors say the chance to walk normally is still wide open. It's just that there are injuries in the legs that are severe enough that Asha chose not to charge the body weight there.

"Cool, want to take a shower or learn stretching again by yourself," asked Ghala prepared to help.

Asha was still heavy with the word, she just pulled the blanket so that the soles of the feet were visible then slowly moved her toes. Sweat grains appear, the narrow eyes were closed with the corners of the lips pulled upwards accompanied by a smooth hiss, a sign Ashadiya resisted pain.

"First already. Don't force it, you're great. Many advances so far, take a bath, let it be fresh," said Ghala approached, wanting to wipe the sweat on Asha's forehead covered with hair.

Ayu woman flicked her right hand, she refused by shifting her upper body. Asha knew Ghala already had ablution and did not want to cancel it because of trivial matters.

"Looks of wudhu again," Ghala replied that he understood Asha's body language, he then grabbed a tissue and wiped the sweat on his forehead and slipped the child's hair behind his ear.

This close to Ghala made Asha slightly flutter. There is a taste present to touch the heart. The fresh fragrance of perfume blends in with the body temperature of the husband, always making Asha feel comfortable.

"I prepare the water first. I can shower myself, right?" ghala asked softly, looking at the still faithful face looking down.

Asha nodded softly, she brushed off the embarrassment from a month ago if she wanted to take a bath, although Ghala had never seen her completely naked, still the memory made a noise. Asha's attitude invites an anxious reaction from Maghala. He ruffled his hair and then rose to the bathroom.

After dawn prayers, Ghala left the room as usual to prepare breakfast. However, when he just reached the kitchen door, one of the maids held him back.

"Den, don't cook anymore. The big madam and young master had been gone since dawn. He said, there is a precarious business in the company," explained the middle-aged maid.

"Is there a new job for me?" ghala asked to make sure he would not get a babble later in the afternoon.

"Nothing," replied the maid again.

Maghala nodded in relief, she was only going to make her favorite breakfast and Asha this morning. The concentration of repairing tripods also began to create new videos for new sample products.

By lunchtime.

As Maghala exited the room to prepare a menu for her and Asha. Adhisty's voice was heard on the porch of the house, going into the dwelling with a man. Ghala continued to head for the kitchen regardless of their presence.

Just having lunch in filled the empty stomach cavity, a loud knock at the door disrupted the activities of young couple Cyra.

"A little while I was there, I helped Asha first" Ghala said, lifting Asha to the bed after she took her medicine.

"I stay, if I start to sleep, just sleep. The live is very easy, the rest of the message reply and recap to the supplier about the order today," said Ghala while pulling the blanket.

"Yes," answered Asha, she tilted her body slowly towards Ghala.

A moment later, Cyra's son-in-law was already in front of Adhisty's study. Geck. Geck.

"Lake in!" voice from within.

Maghala opened the door, a little surprised at the presence of a man who was introduced to her the other day.

"Ghala, you must be wondering who is the biological father of the baby that Asha is born with, right? I have found the man, your duty as Asha's husband, is over" said Adhisty, speaking with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

"I mean end?" ghala asked, pretending not to understand.

"Die Asha. After all, you also have no income to meet Asha's needs. Boro-boro wants to pay for treatment and other," Adhisty again said.

"Astaghfirullah's. I'm trying to marry Asha not for toys or anything. Asha is still my wife, I am trying to suffice what she needs" Maghala replied calmly, still standing.

"You hear that, Mr Sade? he's not playing, is he? Babu, really feel the most powerful, "kekeh Adhisty, dropping Ghala's pride in front of Sade.

The perlente man stared at Ghala from top to toe. His posture is firm, clean skin, handsome face although not well maintained. Maybe some people wouldn't believe that he was a roadside trader because of his overall appearance, making it a plus for Maghala.

"You know, that man's self-esteem lies in this? at least have a job," said Sade hinting at the money by swiping his fingers, index and thumb.

Maghala was still silent, wanting to know what she was going to say.

"You can get another woman after this. Having a job with a good position or wanting to return to old business is okay, I will arrange it for you as long as Asha is free from pansos men like you," said Sade, persuading Ghala with the lure of property.

"Sorry, I already have a job" Ghala replied straightforwardly.

Adhisty and Sade were crushed. "Yes, as babu," the two answered.

"Make Asha, let another man take the place of his duty for my daughter. Asha deserves a man who is more everything than you" Adhisty said, asking Ghala to divorce his wife.

"Are you planning something? want to master Cyra's legacy because Asha is his heir?" accuse Sade. "If that's your goal, yes it's appropriate, aren't you not in love and forced to marry her first? then what motive if not the matter of property," continued the young master Sadana.

"And you, what's your motive? isn't the young master able to find a woman who is more everything than Asha? why choose my wife? or maybe you intentionally harmed her?" maghala has reversed the allegations.

His eyes did not blink, piercing the young man sitting on the sofa with his legs up. Now, replace Maghala who scans Sade's appearance from top to bottom while sharing a trivial smile.

"You!" sade was intimidated by Ghala.

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