NOT AN ORDINARY SON-IN-LAW

CHAPTER 27. GRACEFUL DIAZAE

The famous painter, appeared before the media. He went to the podium to help someone from the stage.

Anggun Diazae says that he is here because of his talent and luck. Not the reason for the nepotism connection that is often pinned on him.

"I made my debut ten years ago when young painters were still holding wet wipes to wipe their faces after eating" he chuckled as he stared intently at one of the cameras.

"Through a lot of obstacles, in scorn because my work is not in accordance with the wishes of the owners of the fund or maybe because I am less attractive," he continued again, because my work is not in accordance with the wishes of the owners of the fund or maybe because I am not attractive, want to insinuate Asha who has clean skin like the dream of girls.

There was the loudness of the news reporters. Common issues among artists, actresses or performers of art. If you want to be at the top then all the ways in travel, including lowering the cleavage or raising the folds of the skirt.

"I just want to make it clear that pain will always accompany the struggle. It doesn't suck to hold a grudge because it will only hinder your pace. Do not look to the past as bitter as the pain of nan befalls. Awake spirit!" anggun Diazae closed his speech.

The boisterous claps of the audience signified that the painter's positive speech had earned a place in their hearts at this time.

The exotic-skinned woman, due to the gene droplets from her father, smiled and waved at the camera before she took the podium.

Diazae fans who are average not from ordinary people, have been queuing to ask for a sign or just a hig five with their idol.

Anggun Diazae, serving the wishes of the fans even though half-hearted. This is all for imaging. He considered that fans were like swarms of buzzing bees, disrupting imagination and privacy.

The live broadcast of the painting exhibition by the famous painter in Asia is still broadcast simultaneously on various international television channels, coinciding with three o'clock in the morning Indonesian time.

Ashadiya, as if to understand the meaning of the long sentence of a friend addressed to him. He stared at the television screen with sharpened red eyes. The hands also clenched, pinching the end of the pillow over his lap.

The usually calm face of Ashadiya tends to even be flat, now full of angry expressions. His lips clenched until the jawbone hardened. The breath of the lady ayu, slightly sounded a rude snort.

The handle of the room door was changed at Ghala's request before leaving, he brought one of the keys so as not to disturb Asha. However, the wife seemed to be in an inner battle in the morning blind due to a spectacle she witnessed with unblinking eyes.

Young Miss Cyra didn't even realize Maghala was in her room. He was still standing at the door, trying to digest all of Ashadiya's body language.

"Assalamualaikum," said Ghala approaching the side of Asha's bed, the woman turned her back to the direction she had arrived.

Asha was stunned, she was surprised Maghala had already arrived back. However, Asha only turned a glance, did not answer the greetings and immediately focused back to the television screen.

"Greetings, Humaira. Seriously very watch the dance," said Ghala, sitting next to Asha, he pulled his legs up on the bed and folded it to cross with a sideways position facing the woman ayu.

"Ehm, wa 'alaikumsalam."

Maghala just smiled, he chose to provide an ear for all the information conveyed by the media. Ghala was more interested in observing Asha's expression that she rarely met.

"You can, he's this late. Is your life depressed? no friends, Asha? or painting as a way to channel an imagination you can't come across?"

"Cyra Ashadiya. You, ah you are the tree."

The young master Magenta lowered his head, he hid his charming smile after admiring the halal woman before. His heart warmed even though their initial meeting was a little bitter and forced.

"What the hell. Smile is not clear." Asha catches from the tail of the eye and then uncovers her blanket to cover Ghala's face. But the young man caught Asha's right fingers and held and planted a kiss there.

Deghs.

Maghala's sudden sweet treatment, often makes Asha a little flattered. Her husband is romantic without many words.

Ghala turned her body and spread her head over her lap. Not letting go of Asha's hand. The handsome face with the pointed nose even touched the stomach of pregnant women, put a kiss there before the net closed.

"Wake up at dawn, Humaira. I'm so tired" murmured Ghala.

Deghs.

Deghs.

Deghs.

"Don't hate, Mumil. Just reply elegantly. She's Graceful isn't she? after I sell live, we look for references for you to practice again huh. For this hand to come back great," Ghala continued, securing the location of his head while re-inflating Ashadiya's fingers.

Television shows can no longer be enjoyed properly. His stomach feels twitching after a brief kiss earlier, although the content has not even turned four months old. It is true that Ghala loved the child in the womb, Asha thought.

Ayu woman, looking down, she slipped the child's hair behind her ears to be able to peek at Ghala's seizing face.

"Is it a gift for me to meet you, Ghala?"

Unknowingly, the hatred that had erupted earlier faded away after seeing the handsome man who had fallen asleep. Asha's left fingers slowly stroked the thick black hair on top of her lap. My lips are now smiling.

"I want to sacrifice a little to feel the pain so that this hand can return to convey to the world. That I'm lucky to meet you, Ghala."

"Teach me how to preach the right yes, later. So that what I do can carry me on with you." Asha.

His spirit began to rise again. He would endure the pain for the sake of seeing Maghala's proud smile towards him.

Suddenly, his phone rang.

Asha grabbed the device, saw a name there. His blood boiled again but remembered Ghala's words just now so he would just say satire.

"Hello," said Asha in a flat tone.

"Hi Asha, have you seen the live art exhibition? my work is really on display there," cried Anggun from the other end of the continent.

Ashadiya nodded. "Ehm, congratulations Graceful. Finally you escaped there too, and can be free to create .. I was happy to be a candidate even Germany despite failing to leave, my name was mentioned several times, was very proud," kekeh Asha, flipping the sentence, stooping in followed by a cynical smile even though Graceful did not see it.

Glug. "Yeah. The congress!" exclaim Anggun pretending to congratulate, his eyeballs rolled lazily.

"The German oven gives me an opportunity of honor next year. I got a golden ticket, you know?" asha said, attacking Anggun's intention to show off to him.

"You sure you can paint again? you're even married, aren't you? is it because something happened that your marriage was closed?" sindir Anggun's.

"Yakin .. Do you know if anything happens? how come? um but I'm fine, my baby's healthy, thanks for the attention. You have to meet my husband" Asha said with a cheerful laugh, as if to signify that he was happy.

"Hmm, I'm just guessing. Marriage is suddenly so average, sorry no offense, Asha .. You sound happy, is your husband as handsome as Sade?" kekeh Anggun sneered, on the other end.

"More than Sade, in every way. Thank you, thanks to you I met him. Bye Anggun, happy fighting for your success and enjoy it while you can embrace it. See you on another occasion," Ashadiya concluded

He put the device back on the bed. Looking at the cynic of someone who had just talked. No one knew she was married except the civil records staff. If this information is leaked, then Anggun has been pegging it all this time.

One can rise again from adversity can be caused by two things. Burning desire or support of the nearest person. And Asha, now has both.

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