NOT AN ORDINARY SON-IN-LAW

CHAPTER 22. ANXIETIES

Alka riled, she contacted someone whose name was listed in the post pdf earlier. The rampage from him became the beginning of the sign when the connection was successfully airborne.

"Wary. You trace the IP address of the email I just sent. From whom? where's position?" cecar Alka on the messenger.

"Good, Boss. I closed my account a week ago to remove the tracks and move the funds to an offshore account. It is good that you prepare an escape mission to an anti-deportation country if the great mistress goes berserk" suggested one of the perpetrators of the Alka crime.

"Hem, I'll consider it," said Alka closing the call after hearing a greeting from him.

May the warning of Maghala be able to make Alka think hard. If he is usually indifferent after cheating. However, this time his heart began to fade.

Alka then contacted someone she wanted to accept herself completely as she was. The woman has been hiding and keeping it as a dream place of the future, which is familiarly called a word, home.

In everyday Alka who has a dynamic life and is accustomed to hedon style, seeing the cleavage and stretch of thighs is common.

I don't know why Alka is so inferior when faced with this one girl. Intention to spice up the closeness relationship that he said only as a friend with all the facilities of luxury, on the edge.

Trowels. Trowels.

"Assalamualaikum, what are you doing?" alka asked softly, changing drastically like a tiger losing its mustache.

"Wa 'alaikumsalam. Brother not asleep? I just finished the witir because of the night shift tukeran," replied the girl on the other end, no less gentle.

Alka closed her eyes. His heart began to worry whether the many steps he had taken would be able to make the girl accept a young master Cyra. Maybe later he would be willing to stay away and let go when Adhisty was angry with him.

Asha's life, enough to be an example for him. Imprisoned by fate, he just doesn't want to be controlled by anyone. Moreover, as the main man in the Cyra family, Alka has no authority to make the ego centric within, revolted.

"Hello, is your brother sick? stop living unhealthy. Remember, diabetes type two it attacks us in the productive age. Have a good night, do not forget to read the prayer" said the woman.

"What prayers?" added young master Cyra.

"Prayer eat," said a soft voice across.

"Cock, eat?" ask Alka wonder.

"Let the Shaithan be afraid, for Abang will eat him," he chuckled at the joking lack of quality.

Alka smiled broadly at the sound from across. He needs a damper. Every time her emotions overflowed, this girl had medicine like a wet towel dipped in a bucket of Syrup. Cold and sweet.

"Assynolajet. Good night," Alka replied closing the call.

That flat thing he just bent over the bed. His body was now staring at the sky of the room.

"Maghala Sakha's. Who are you really?" muttered Alka, increasingly aware of having to be careful with this sister-in-law.

Niatan play games or chat friendly with some of his concubines was extinct already, Alka lost lust. He chose to curl up, bend his knees and pull the blanket without intending to shuffle more upward touching the head of the cot.

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Maghala was escorted by security Adhisty to the police station. While they were still at the front, police officers asked two people who were carrying Ghala.

Both are confused, because they do not know the essence of sitting things. Shortly, Adhisty's lawyer was present to bring witnesses two maids during the search and also a power of attorney from the victim.

Their report was suspended because of the lack of complete files as well as other things that could strengthen the allegations. Maghala was temporarily detained in a room and interrogated by officers.

"Mas Ghala, stay here first until the victim is present and continue to the investigator later" said the police, friendly.

The man nodded. Then thrust his phone at young master Magenta. "Monggo, write it yourself. Want to love lope lope also can," kekehnya again while allowing a pile of files.

Maghala only smiled at a glance and then received a flat object thread there. He wrote many soothing sentences for Asha.

His only concern was one, Sade would come back to harass Asha as long as she was not on the side. Ghala reminded Asha of self-preservation and other measures. Want to send a message to Hilmi was not possible because he would dismantle the cover all this time, especially he was using the police officer's cell phone, can berabe his business.

"Tomorrow morning, Mas Ghala came home" the police said.

Maghala was astonished, whether because of experience or the ability to recognize body language, he judged it so. "It's getting worse, sir. What am I, just a son-in-law of trash," kekeh Maghala song while returning the officer's cell phone.

"Yakin. Wong reports like this doang, can be completed peacefully. We are currently only trying to muffle first by accepting community complaints. The phenomenon of our environment today is so, "always the officer with the name tag, Briptu Patrianusa.

Maghala lowered her head. He has met a lot of people. Learning the language style of all customers is also their habit. Ghala could not escape the sight of the man who was now staring fixedly, because he was the same as himself

"Patrianusa, know who I am."

"Let's get me to a temporary cell, yeah," the officer asked again.

Maghala nodded, not forgetting she asked for a moment to take wudu because she was not sleepy at all.

Young Master Magenta, held a newspaper given by the officer. He went into one of the inhabited cells. The man sitting in the corner was looking at a picture. Maghala, choosing indifferent for a while, his heart needs to be calm by fulfilling witir, tahajud and hajat sequentially at one time.

"La Ilaha illa anta subhanaka inni kuntu minaddzolimin," lirih Ghala recalled the prayer of the prophet Jonah while in the fish Nun. About the Prophet who had just ventured to ask Robbnya after decades of regret.

After that, Maghala sat down and began to read the dhikr. The net closes tightly even though the lips do not dry chanting tawhid sentences.

"If you have entered bui, suddenly pious. God will not hear!" satirize a voice.

Asha's husband, heedless of the words of the cell dweller. Ghala focused on his worship until the young man's rampage made Maghala nervous.

"Can you not wail? take responsibility for your behavior out there!" ghala's jolt to him, made the man shrink.

"God listen and see. But God asked you to come closer to him! asking, begging, not cursing! you know what I read earlier?" tanya Ghala lowered the tone of voice as the man calmed down.

The man sitting in the corner shook his head slowly.

"It is prayer as well as dhikr that makes us feel lighter in dealing with life's problems. Be it to lift all difficulties or be strengthened to face the test. The highest Istighfar was the prayer of the Prophet Jonah" Ghala said, turning his head, sitting sideways to the young man in the corner of the room.

"Does prayer change destiny?" asked the young man, opening his voice.

"No one can deny the destiny of God, except prayer, said the hadith of Tirmidhi, Ibn Majah also others. Try it, speak your own language. You will feel your heart at ease, prayer also takes away sin, and to be closer to God." Maghala then turned back to continue his dhikr.

"What's your fault, why did it get here?" ask the young man.

"For I am too handsome, intelligent and rich" Ghala replied, hiding a smile.

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...Clue Alka yes, noted....