NOT AN ORDINARY SON-IN-LAW

CHAPTER 25. EQUALLY IMPORTANT

Maghala agrees on what Hilmi has to offer. Both of them left the area to go somewhere.

"I want to see Asha first," the young master Magenta asked, patting Hilmi on his shoulder.

"Well, young master," Hilmi replied from behind the helmet with a nod.

Janu's assistant deflects the motorbikes that lead them to an elite housing complex. He dropped Maghala off outside the gate and promised to meet again later that night at his usual location.

Just as the Maghreb was on his way, Maghala knocked slowly on the door of his room.

"Asha, it's me" said the young master. Pasting the ear lobe so that he can hear the answer from within.

Cyra's residence was very quiet that day. Adhisty has not been seen back after the maid said that her young mistress left since noon. Housekeeper Cyra also added that the same Alka had not shown the nose since her departure in the morning.

Maghala nodded calmly, she thanked him for the help the maid had been keeping and taking care of his wife during her time away.

"Asha, Asha," said Ghala again, still faithfully standing at the door, knocking quietly.

Ashadiya was slow to recognize her husband's voice. He has been so scared since that incident. Ghala is not on the side.

"Ghalas?" asha exclaimed, making sure from the top of the bed.

"Yes, I," the soft voice replied to Asha's hesitation.

As always, ayu women, try to reach out and do what is right. Asha was more moved to rise after seeing Maghala last night while she could only be silent unable to help.

Shortly thereafter. Door opens.

"Alhamdulillah, you're not a-" Ghala's words were interrupted by Asha leaning over her.

Maghala slowly pushed the Asha wheelchair with both legs which only had a narrow space because her waist was held in Asha.

The door panel was then closed. Maghala stroked the head of the quiet woman in front.

"Eat already? take a shower, or what?" tanyanya gently.

Maghala's attitude that always thinks of others makes Ashadiya upset. The woman took off her arms and pulled back the wheelchair and pressed a button on the panel to get to the bathroom.

"Asha, wait. I prepared, "prevent Ghala, restrain Asha and enter the bathroom.

Without saying much, he did the routine of helping his wife as usual because Ghala intends to go to Semarang tonight. He wanted, Asha had felt comfortable when left behind again.

"Why are you?" kekeh Ghala, scrambling a long mane that was scattered. He then crouched down in front of the wheelchair, grabbed Asha's hand and then spread his head over the women's thighs. Ghala put Asha's palm over her hair.

One sec. Two seconds. Slowly Asha stroked Ghala's hair, inserting it between her fingers.

"Sorry to keep you waiting all night, you got my message, right?" whispered Ghala momentarily saturates enjoying Ashadiya's gentle caress.

Asha nodded. "You always think of others. Not a story there. Have you eaten yet and others? do I have to ask you a question about all that?" lirih Asha lowered her head.

"Ehm, so this is why my queen's falling? I don't want you to worry. There is fine because sure many sincere people around. Calm down, I take good care of myself" Ghala replied, raising her face and looking at her tired-looking squinty eyes.

The two long stared at each other, diving into each other's irises hoping to find a common sense, love.

Maghala stroked the face of ayu with a trace of the rest of the sadness there and then returned to lay down on Asha's lap, hugging her waist until Ashadiya's distended stomach awakened something in the mind.

"There you are here. I'm sorry, I'm getting comfortable with your mom, too. We share, okay?"

Ashadiya enjoys time together with the man who hugs now. There is a sense of peace that spreads to make the heart warm. If you don't remember the time the Maghrib will be over, it feels reluctant to let go of his man to do anything else.

Footsteps settle hope other residents do not realize the departure of Maghala, successfully passed tonight. Cyra's son-in-law sauntered away from the residence towards Semarang.

Two hours of spacewalking through the night using a rented heli takes Maghala to the rooftop of a hospital where Janu is being treated.

He and Hilmi then took the elevator down to the fifth floor. Grandpa's treatment room is now in plain sight.

Huda got up, saluted. This was his first meeting with Maghala Sakha. The young man observed the astonishment of the unpretentious figure still wearing a sarong and cocoa, until a positive aura was radiated.

"Don't look. Later in love," whispered Hilmi taking Huda out of the room.

"I am pure, Mr. Hilmi. How the hell," exclaimed secretary Janu, dismissing the embrace of the mature man next to him.

Hilmi chuckled, consolation for him if he was near Huda. Lenje youth who was forced by Janu just for the reason he is neat, disciplined and has a face like a kpop artist.

"Maharani is here? why aja?" hilmi asked about the only woman in Magenta.

"Here but in your direction, Mr. Mada. The two had a fight yesterday to make the big master nervous," Beber Huda sat on a long bench outside the room.

Hilmi just kept quiet, nodding. He and Ghala have come to a new conclusion. A little strange from the previous report.

Tonight Hilmi only ensures the condition of Janu so that if there is new information obtained again, Ghala will be more able to convey subtly so that Janu's health does not deteriorate.

In the room. Maghala sat on the side seat of the cage. He looked at his full face.

"Grandfather, I told you not to humiliate you in public. I suspect something, I hope grandfather doesn't hurry. Be ordinary" whispered Ghala, holding Janu's hand.

The old man apparently did not sleep, he just closed his eyes for a moment just want to know who came almost midnight.

The two old netra opened slowly. "Don't dawdle. I'm tired" said Janu, turning to Maghala who was kissing her hand.

"After dismantling Cyra's disgrace, yes. I'll consider this. Take care of grandpa's health. Asha and grandfather I can't choose, you guys are just as important" Maghala said, looking at Janu with a faint look.

"He's pretty? you like him already, don't you?" guess the founder of Magenta group.

Maghala. Just feeling comfortable and indeed starting to pay more attention to Ashadiya. "Ehm, she's a good woman. I can't see you for long, we'll see you later, yeah, Cake."

Janu nodded faintly, letting the independent grandson go again.

Hilmi was sprightly when Maghala exited the VVIP room of the founder of Magenta. He stepped parallel to Ghala towards the elevator at the end of the corridor.

Ting. Both were shocked when the elevator door opened, seeing the figure of Mada there.

"Sister!" ghala bowed his head as a sign of respect.

"Can I talk to you for a second, Ghala?" said Mada, flat without expression. He then walked out of the iron box to the balcony to the west, a common waiting room for families of VVIP patients.

Maghala turned to Hilmi, Janu's assistant not responding to anything. He just looked down.

"Huff." Maghala let out a heavy sigh and then stepped following Mada.

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