NOT AN ORDINARY SON-IN-LAW

CHAPTER 21. CODE OF GHALA

Ashadiya continued banging on the door for Alka to open it. However, what power is no longer able to pull the broken lever. Asha also chose to hold the handle with a wooden seat backrest and lower the bottom hinge of the panel so that Alka could not open again.

The woman with a severe leg injury regretted not being able to help Maghala by preventing Alka. His crying had not subsided, now he saw both legs were still stiff to move.

"Come, Asha. You can move her thumb again. Ghala said, if the thumb can move intensely then other nerves will respond the same," muttered Asha, wiping tears from the face.

Cyra's youngest daughter then pressed the panel on the arm of her wheelchair to return to the bed. Trouble he tried to independently climb the bed despite enduring the pain and pain that immediately spread around the groin to the soles of the feet.

A view of the ayu women now looking around, all the belongings of Ghala, the sale property scattered on the floor. If the man was here, he would have cleaned up all the mess.

He doesn't like messy rooms and Maghala knows that. At the beginning of their togetherness, Asha did not feel much change even though in this room was present the figure of Ghala. The man was even more presentable than her, making Asha slowly at ease even though she remained a stranger.

"You've just left, and I feel like a bowl of meatballs with no fill, just soup," raved Asha, annoyed and gasping as she made it to the bed.

Tired after crying a lot, Ashadiya slowly shut himself up.

While outside the room.

Maghala in midfield to the terrace of the house. The man's phone was seized by Alka as expected. Adhisty just keeps quiet, observes the daughter-in-law's gesture and thinks if Asha has fallen in love with her.

"Hold it!" adhisty said security would pull Ghala to a security guard post in front of the gate.

"Ma, the hunt will run away first," hardik Alka did not agree her mother held back steps.

Adhisty snorted towards the eldest son. He then stepped forward and pulled his daughter-in-law's hair until Ghala's face looked up.

Netra twilight, part of the face full of subtle curates if seen closely it approached Maghala's face. The son-in-law shook his head hoping that the effort could loosen Adhisty's checks, although the pain spread to the roots of the hair.

"What does Asha like about you? ordinary face, not fragrant anyway, your advantages are only in the eyes and fate. Licker, you may accidentally crash that to-lol cart when my daughter walks by. You've been after him!" accuse Adhisty of mocking Ghala.

Maghala was silent, staring intently at the eyes of the in-laws who did not even care about her daughter's condition.

"Asha could see me better than Mama" said Maghala, still staring at Adhisty who was only a few inches away from her face.

The plot! Alka patted Maghala's head with her index spine and middle finger.

"A lot of talk. It's like a round tofu speaker, lo!" cibir Alka, while still trying to open Ghala's phone.

"Never touch all mine. It's good that you get ready, young Lord Alka," Ghala said, turning Adhisty's observations.

Maghala was worried, Adhisty recognized his face because Janu's family had been in the public spotlight for an achievement in Mahananta, the father. Magenta group is included in the ranks of local entrepreneurs whose turnover penetrated trillions of rupiah some time ago.

"Where have I seen this face of yours? it feels familiar and mysterious" Adhisty continued, releasing a check on his daughter-in-law's hair.

"It's only natural that Mama's seen him. The roadside tradesman, the parking lot as well, anyway!" gelak Alka encouraged two security guards to rush out of the terrace with Ghala.

The laughter of the young masters Cyra and Adhisty resounded breaking the silent air tonight. Maghala please worry inwardly, Hilmi, can understand the code she sent just now.

In another place.

Hilmi is waiting for the arrival of young master Magenta at their meeting point like some time ago. However, how surprised he was when a flat object that was in the hand held, sounded.

The two agreed that if Maghala contacted him with several short rings, he was in danger. Hilmi suspects that Alka is teasing young master Magenta back.

"Light the young master to the police station. Use a disguise to make him free. Don't invite attention, remember that. Disperse!" hilmi's decree asked a man to accompany Maghala.

"Mission to Semarang, delayed," Hilmi said again to one of the young men in black clothes next to him.

"good. Disperse, Boss!" replied Hilmi's men, running towards the helipad to let the pilot turn off the engine of the helicopter they hired.

The assistant sighed. He then found a convenient place to open the laptop and sent Alka an introductory greeting.

"Don't bother Maghala Sakha. You won't know the ability of someone who is good at closing himself like him," muttered Hilmi pressing keys enter on the laptop keyboard on the lap.

The assistant Janu's face grinned widely, the man's eyes narrowed along with the mysterious smile printed on his face.

Hilmi's right fingers rub a thin beard like a mafia who waits for the victim kelojotan because part of his body is covered.

"Hopefully warming it can make you panic orgas-me yes, Alka. Clim-aks of high blood pressure or stroke at once. If it is directly metong, of course you are happy because mam-pus in ease," kekeh Hilmi. He then connected the headset to the mobile phone to make muti calls with informants to find out the news of the young master.

The Cyra residence.

Alka entered the residence with Adhisty, both of them then chose to work on their respective interests in a private room.

The young master Cyra settles down on his king-size bed, opens a laptop just want to entertain himself by playing games or even establish a friendly chat with women who open B.O.

Netra is narrow like Asha's memicing, while a notification icon goes into his email. Alka is curious about the subject that is visible at a glance when the pop up appears.

Alka's face, filled with tension when she clicked the button and the information opened on her email page.

"What's this?" alka's murmur began to heat up, seeing many debit mutations into the accounts of some of the bad women, and financial managers.

"Hii-ttt!!! upset ass. He had restored his hair several times, got up from his seat and walked back and forth in front of the bed.

He was surprised, the account was not in his name, how can someone find out that he poured some funds into the account.

An understatement notification is embedded at the bottom of the pdf file he just opened.

["Young master Alka. Next time, do not be careless in indulging the concubines. Focus on using one card only and not related to the other."]

Alka dig memory of the clue, the face of the Indo Asian blaster was increasingly reddish when he realized his negligence. He once transferred some money to the account when one of his women was short of funds to pay for groceries.

"Bo-doh, Alka!" as his reflection grew, he clenched his hands and punched him into the air until the silk-clad sleeping robe, ripped from the force of the movement.

"S-iaaalll, is this what Ghala meant?" sumpat Alka, punching the bed with the breath of hunting because of the roof of anger.

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Sorry yes, just up because the duo nganter boy behind the cottage.