NOT AN ORDINARY SON-IN-LAW
CHAPTER 3. DISCOVERED
"I will prepare the equipment secretly to be more free to explore. Asha, pray for me yes" said Maghala, throwing a glance at the bed where his wife slept.
At exactly one in the morning, the handsome but shabby man laid out a pillow on a long sofa, pulled up his blanket, then closed his eyes, preparing to unwind that enveloped his body.
Before dawn, Maghala was awake. He has arranged a schedule of activities today, hopefully there are no more impromptu tasks so that he has more time to start his secret business.
Maghala morning routine is still faithfully befriended screams, babble, mockery even new nicknames in can this morning.
"Then" cried Adhisty, calling his son-in-law, standing with a waistline as he tapped heel to the floor.
Maghala appeared from inside the room with Asha who had been scented and tidy.
"Eh, Asha tumben breakfast with us," said the mother, a little restraint when she saw her daughter was very neat so early.
There is no word from Asha, he is silent. Maghala who has understood the habits of his wife, deftly take a fresh dish in the form of pieces of fruit as Asha menu today.
"Heh, what did you feed my son? this early morning in the fruit, what juice is it? it looks disgusting" Adhisty sneered, pointing with his chin as he looked at the dish for his daughter.
"I ask" said Asha brief, dense, silencing her mother's sneer.
Gluey! Adhist.
"Please sit down, Ma. Scramble egg with mushroom and coleslaw," Maghala told Adhisty's plate.
"Asha, tumben you eat with us," said Alka to see her sister sitting there together.
"You also eat, do not faint because today's duties are many. The grass began to be long, as well as many cobwebs in the ceiling. Heat up Alka's sports car and dry clean my evening dress for the day after tomorrow's banquet" Adhisty said, his lips unceasingly revealing Maghala's duties that day.
"Tumben," inner Maghala.
"Good, Ma. I've noted all," Ghala replied as she pulled up the chair next to Asha, so that it would be easy to feed his wife.
Perhaps due to the presence of Asha at the dining table, they slightly lowered the volume of her voice.
"I want imported fruit, Ma," said Asha asking her mother, the girl expected with a pleading gaze.
"You have a husband, ask Ghala," the mother replied, starting to try the action. He did not even look towards Asha.
"Okay, I'll buy it. What fruit do you want?" ghala turned to Asha.
No more answers, the pregnant woman was silent.
"If Asha is silent, it means you will not be able to buy. Asha's favorite fruit is Japanese melon which costs one million more. You're unemployed, where you have so much money," Adhisty said again, his lips drawn upwards, grinning cynically.
"Don't beat me up because his father failed to fulfill his bin cravings" Alka's laughter echoed.
Maghala is silent, he is not the biological father of the baby who is being conceived by Asha, but is willing to fulfill the wishes of the woman ayu beside him.
"just say. I'll work on it, okay?" whispered Ghala as she fed the last mouthful of pieces of fruit.
Either just Maghala's view alone or indeed Asha was being sweet this morning. At a glance he saw the woman beside him nod faintly.
"Peach and wine shine muscat," replied Asha quietly.
Maghala nodded. "Okay, In shay Allah be bought," he said again.
Alka broke down, she sneered at Maghala. "Do you know how much Asha's wine is worth?" his coolness was amused at the expression of pede Maghala.
"Just let him be embarrassed when in front of kassa, can not pay," continued Adhisty along with a crisp laugh until his mouth was wide open.
"If you can't say it anyway, clown kave, lo," mocked Alka as she got up from her seat and sauntered away.
Before long, Adhisty woke up from there. He grabbed the purse from the bag and threw a tie of two million into Maghala.
"Well, for the needs I told you to do. The rest to buy Asha fruit. Unemployment is sky-high!" adhisty sneered away, whipping from his mouth escaped.
At exactly eleven o'clock in the afternoon, Ghala asked Asha for permission to go out of the house to mengelaundry clothes owned by his mother and buy fruit orders Asha.
His white matic motor rolled out of the residence. When cutting the route to get to the destination, suddenly the road in the legals of a luxury car.
Ciiitt. The sound of tire squeaking, rubbing against the road asphalt.
"Innalilahi," cried Maghala, pulling the brake lever tight, deflecting the handlebar of his motor almost hitting the tree on the side of the road.
"Who the hell! but I'm familiar with it" Ghala murmured when she saw the license plate in front of her.
"Good day, young master," said a gentleman, bowing as he got out of his car.
"Siang .. loh, Hilmi, what's wrong? grandpa's fine, right? how many days have you been here?" cecar Ghala was shocked to see his grandfather's personal assistant being away with him.
"Great master Janu, a little stressed. You asked him to come home. End the escape period," asked the assistant. Closer to Ghala, he held the young master's motorbike. Highlight Hilmi's eyes look sad, his eyebrows are linked until the anxious face is obvious.
"Three days in reconnaissance, young master. You didn't even tell me if you were married. I had to do a sealing because Magenta's situation was a crisis group," said Hilmi again, his gaze now lowered, he sighed heavily and long.
"And there's Madha's sister, Auntie's there too. A lot of smart people help grandfather," elak Maghala. He still remembered the hurtful remarks from the Magenta inhabitants of the group.
Hilmi breathed. He knew it would not be easy, his young master had indeed deliberately stepped aside.
"Please consider this. The survival of the employee's life is in your hands," asked Hilmi again, this time he patted Ghala's fingers on the steering wheel still with a twinkle in my eyes.
Maghala closed in, blowing a rough breath while pressing the base of her eyebrows. Dilemma, he will not leave Asha. Instead want to show the Cyra family that he is a useful man.
"Go home first, I'll think about it later. If there is a chance to sneak away, I will go home for a moment to see grandfather" Maghala said.
"good. You just need to press the quick call button on the phone. Everything will be ready in an instant," concluded Hilmi, the corner of her lips pulled upwards forming a faint smile. The view is now bright.
Maghala nodded, then continued on towards the destination.
There was no commotion at the Cyra residence, perhaps the residents were tired until the energy ran out despite simply floating a curse for their trash son-in-law. Maghala calmly worked on something in the room with Asha.
He saw his wife greedily eating the wine he bought using his flagship card. The rest of the money from Adhisty is just enough to buy half a kilo of peach. A smile also fell on Maghala's sweet lips.
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Next morning.
Maid said Maghala did not need to make breakfast. All the residents of Cyra have been away since the morning blind out of town for business.
Feeling the opportunity to slip away, he rushed to finish all the homework as usual. Maghala then pressed the quick call button, according to Hilmi's instructions.
Two hours later.
"Asha, I'm going for a minute. In the morning God has returned here again. You're okay, am I staying a while?" maghala said to Asha who had just been tidy.
"All your needs are there, I've prepared them" he added, pointing to the sofa table.
Asha saw Maghala's appearance as usual. He is very handsome, neat and fragrant. Unknowingly, Asha nodded.
"Syukron, take care of ya." Maghala exited the room, left Asha in one of the maids and left Cyra's residence.
The next few minutes. Young Master Magenta, is heading towards the meeting point to fly to one city.
"Am I welcome there?" inner Maghala, worried.
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