NOT AN ORDINARY SON-IN-LAW

CHAPTER 28. FINDINGS

Gracefully threw her gawai on the table of the luxury condominium where she lived. Upset because Asha's heat plan failed. He was instead reminded of the failure of the German event that made him underestimated by Ashadiya.

The breath of the girl was breathless, she even opened her dress just like that even though the manager was still in the room.

"Stupid Asha!" as the friend. "Don't challenge me. Not kapok apparently," his grunts slammed the lampshade when going to the bathroom.

The male manager, shook his head with Anggun's bad habits. He knew how deep the woman was. The Anggun flow brought is usually themed romantic realism. Contemporary Ashadiya is sometimes expressionist. So totally opposite.

If romance focuses on the style of painting something beautifully or aesthetically, based on the strong emotional emphasis of the painter, in the solid genre realis increasingly contain real nuances like in everyday life without the addition of certain frills.

Then another story with the flow that Asha chose, the girl intelligently captured the hot topic around and then poured in the object. Contemporary also means not bound by rules and evolving according to the times. Something similar to the current situation.

Ashadiya uses simple colors that give the impression of freedom of expression in changing the shape and color of the object painted. This flow is claimed to describe something based on the expression, emotion, or feeling of a person.

"When the flow is different and just misunderstand. Ckck," the manager grumbled, picking up all the clothes scattered on the floor with a sour face.

She knows Asha well, the closed girl who is very auspicious if she smiles. Being alone is his hobby. Silence is also one of the advantages of Asha so she focuses on what she wants to achieve.

The manager, knows very well if the Diazae family provides extraordinary support for Anggun so that their family art gallery is filled with the work of famous painters. It's about quality.

Apparently the child knew that Ashadiya would be asked to put his work in one of the buildings in Hong Kong, a paradise for artists around the world. Graceful, do not like the steps of Asha so easy to reach the top.

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Indoneszian.

At breakfast, Maghala was already at the side of the dining table as usual. There was no mockery this morning, just the clinking of a spoon into a time-killing backsound at Cyra's residence.

"Asha, how?" adhisty asked, impressed weak. Her face was pale in the eye of a panda even though she had polished makeup.

Meanwhile, Alka, quietly enjoyed what was offered without much complaint. Even he only glanced at Maghala at a glance while sneering about his freedom from prison.

"Asha, fine. He was getting used to it" Ghala said, answering straightforwardly to the in-laws.

"I can no longer meet Asha's extremely expensive medicinal needs. Also some advanced physiotherapy. Irradiation for the spine and others. You should think about that. I don't want him to be deformed" Adhisty scolded, staring intently at Maghala.

"Asha is not disabled. He will recover" Ghala said, with a confident look because he saw a lot of changes in Asha.

"Alright, Babu! let go of my sister and leave it to Sade! that's his son, after all" said Alka, sipping hot coffee.

The face of young master Cyra seemed ordinary. Maghala suspects that the fictional project is already underway. If connected with the expression Adhisty then the possibility of the bomb has exploded will have an impact on them.

"Why should Sade? and Asha sacrificed? not you?" ghala asked, grinning while looking at Alka.

Brak! Prangs! Alka's throw missed Ghala's face because young Magenta's master avoided it.

"What did you say! make sacrifices? I even wasted a lot of time for Mama and Asha. But pseudo! the girl won't know what it's like for our heads to migraine. He was just engrossed in his world!" sentak Alka, wrathful, calm face suddenly sangar bak Jengis Khan.

"Shut up!" Adhisty knocked on the table a few times.

"What do you know by sacrificing? Asha is also my son" the mother replied.

"Asha just needs to stretch out her legs, then everything is in order!" sergeant Alka again, and this time Maghala did not remain silent.

"What did you say? why aren't you the one who opened up services to please the caress-hungry women? is not the young master of Alka all-powerful king, "keh Maghala welcomes the spark of Alka, touching the problem of concubines.

"YOU!!" sentak Alka growled.

Mouth fights between mother and child occur again. Maghala will make an offer against Adhisty tonight. He had calculated both good and bad with Hilmi.

Janu's insistence that he keep asking him back is no longer able to hold Ghala longer. He must soon finish his murmur within the Cyra family. Make Asha's position secure for his right of Alka's cunning.

As Ghala was about to clear the table, a man was heard greeting Adhisty in the living room. The man came again.

"We speak in my study" said the great madam.

Sade greets Ghala by calling him ob.

"Heh, OB please coffee into Miss Cyra's room. Get quick!" tell him before you enter the room. A mocking smile was embedded in the handsome face that he thought was ordinary.

Maghala did not heed, she asked the maid for help to deliver what Sade wanted.

She chose to be prepared because today is Asha's schedule to check for pregnancy as well as nerve therapy of the soles.

Upon entering the room, Ghala saw Asha still asleep, apparently last night she was unable to shut down at all. He saw many books about the flow of painting on the bed, Ghala then cleaned up all the mess. Suddenly. Pluks.

A book, covered in black fell on the tip of his big toe. "Awh!" pekik Ghala felt pain.

He crouched down, picked up falling objects and lay on the floor. Those shady eyes read slowly all the writing there. His smile appeared, occasionally looking at the face of ayu who was sleeping on the bed.

"Rapi yes, you. It turns out that his vent is here," murmured Ghala, still standing, continuing the reading which he found very interesting.

Feeling stiff, the handsome man sat down. Page sheet many times he opened, feeling began to recognize the character and character of his wife through writing.

Asik read all the sweet things about Ashadiya, suddenly his eyes squinted. He repeatedly read a lot of hate paragraphs there.

"Is this or that woman?" murmured Ghala, glancing at the still stale face of Asha.

Maghala smiled, her eyes suddenly shining. Perhaps, he would use this to turn things around.

"Sade, gotcha!"

"Dear, thank you. You gave me enlightenment this morning. A deep booby while your husband is working" said Ghala, smiling sweetly and then peeking at Asha's forehead before tidying up all the messy books.

The man then went to the mini-balcony, where he contacted Hilmi to devise a plan to also suspend the examination of Asha's womb because the woman was still wrapped in the blanket.

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