NOT AN ORDINARY SON-IN-LAW

CHAPTER 36. CRITICALLY

"You dare me? who're you!" decih Sade, ruffled waist stared intently at Maghala.

"Nobody, but it can make you lose face. I told you, don't mess around," Maghala said, sending insinuations in passing, continuing to push Asha inside.

"Just wait, if I'm Cyra's son-in-law. I'll save you up to the right, "pointing Sade.

"Dreams!" asha answered, sticking out her tongue exactly as the abege was fighting.

Maghala only gently rubbed Asha's hair, supporting her efforts to give a rejection.

Ashadiya suddenly felt severe nausea but he tried to resist, until finally Asha pressed the panel so they entered the room faster. Maghala was shocked as Asha's wheelchair rolled out of her hand.

Brak!

"Asha!" ghala shouted after his wife who darted towards the bathroom.

The sound of nausea and vomiting that arose made Ghala anxious. He gently massaged the nape of Asha and slowly descended onto her back.

"It hurts!" asha's great-grandson held onto the belly that was still covered in apron.

Maghala opened the rope link, removed the pedestal she used to paint earlier and carried Asha onto the bed. The burly fingers quickly took a rub to apply to his wife's stomach.

"No, no, shame. Ghala, let me, "pinta Asha held Maghala's hand when she was about to reveal the upper part of the shirt.

Panic stricken man something happened with the contents of Asha, regardless of the request of the woman. Ghala spontaneously did how her brain ruled.

Deghs.

"It's obvious the difference." Maghala looked at his wife's face, Asha closed her fingers, her left fingers covered with nausea. His right hand held the base of Ghala's wrist as if asking him to stop.

Ghala's plans to start live were delayed. What's more is a knock from outside the room by the maid who says that there are guests for Asha, disturbing Ghala's concentration.

"My wife's sick. Please ask him to leave. Asha was not willing to meet. We will only offer prayers and thanksgiving, not celebration" Ghala said, a little louder because she was still taking care of Asha in bed.

Maid replied in a voice from behind the door. "Well, Den," said the maid and heard a step away.

Maghala again saw the condition of his wife. "Asha, still nauseous? did you eat?" ghala asked, wiping away the cold sweat that appeared on Asha's forehead.

The ayu woman nodded, she tried to tilt her body despite the difficulty of shifting both her legs. Maghala helped, until the wife lay comfortable and perfect.

Maghala suspects that the pressure in the abdominal muscles when crossing the grass makes Asha cramp. He could not press the speed panel automatically because the motor dynamo performance would be heavy and hot.

After a few minutes in panic, Maghala was relieved, Asha began to fall asleep even though he had not yet performed the prayer. He let her rest for a moment. His body also squeezed at the side of the bed, this is the first experience to accompany the daily life of pregnant women, there are two lives that he must take care of properly.

The atmosphere of Cyra's residence was quiet after Alka's departure. He hasn't seen Adhisty since last night. Housework was not too much because it had been a few days, the maid took over cooking dishes for the residents of this house.

Maghala chose to continue the delayed activity. Contacting Hilmi and Gani, to prepare a copy of last month's financial statement file and will be re-matched. After Magenta's affairs were over, Ghala performed compulsory worship, and would start a live afterwards.

At exactly two o'clock, when Ghala will wake Asha for lunch also prayer duhur. A subtle groan sounded.

"Mama!"

Silent.

"Ghalas! Ghaalaaaa," Asha's moan began to fidget under the covers.

Maghala, who had a glimpse of it, approached Asha and sat down at the side of the bed.

"Asha, whichever one is sick" said Ghala, wiping a sweat the size of a corn seed on her forehead.

Ashadiya still closed, his head to the right and left, then a drop of clear fluid from the narrow net was shed. "sick! sakiitts!" his stranglehold was restrained, grabbing Ghala's hand and grasping tightly.

"Astaghfirullah's. Asha, hold on, hold on," Ghala said, peeping the finger link and letting go.

Young master Magenta lightning-fast ran out of the room looking for a maid to have the driver prepare the car. He contacted Hilmi by pressing the quick call button.

"Yes, young master," replied Hilmi across the street.

"Hilmi, please room for Asha. He's bloo-ding!" panicking Ghala did not wait for her grandfather's assistant to answer, she immediately ran back to the room after getting the maid's nod.

Maghala raised Asha. "Asha, Asha, don't shut up. Stay awake with me" whispered Ghala began to carry Asha's body which began to shiver. He was helped Denok towards the garage and then they glided quickly to the hospital.

"Mbak Denok, please tell mama. Asha fears that there will be a lack of blood and that there must be action" Ghala said, holding his wife in the car.

"Asha!" ghala said, patting his wife's pale face. He did not mind the seepage of blood continues to pour soaking the gloves that are still in use.

"Ghala, I'm sorry. Ma ka, it's been near me for a long time now. I-I hap-py," softly Asha looked at the face that was also looking at her anxiously.

"You'll stay close to me. Baby, hold on for me, okay?" ghala's reply was sad, for some reason she was afraid of losing Ashadiya.

Shortly after, Cyra's family car arrives at IGD hospital, Hilmi has been there.

"Oh my God!" peekkik Hilmi when Ghala went down to pick up Asha who had been weak and very pale.

Ghala puts Asha in the brangkar and joins the push with the sisters into the action room. His face was no less pale. Want to accompany up to the inside but rejected by the sisters. Maghala was forced to wait outside the room.

Dejavu. Her memory goes back to the early days of their meeting, while waiting for Asha to operate. His blood was taken because the Asha family was slow to arrive.

The young master Magenta stood up, walked back and forth, his head always turned and looked up at the frosted glass window on the right side. Maghala's face was overwhelmed with anxiety, she occasionally crept her hair, looking very chaotic.

"Young master, change clothes first," said Hilmi handed over a stel of clothes to her employer.

Maghala initially shook her head but Hilmi assuredly would wait at the door when she was not around. Ghala too, nodded despite his doubtful heart.

The next few minutes. The door of the room opens. "Mrs Asha" said the nurse, looking for family members.

"I'm Mr. Sakha's assistant" Hilmi said as Ghala had not returned.

"Ma-" said the paused nurse.

"Me!" ghala sprinted from the toilet and approached the medical staff.

"How's it?" asked the young master Magenta increasingly worried, his breathing slightly gasping.

"It should be done quickly because the patient's condition is too weak. You must sign the agreement. Come with me, sir," said the nurse, not explaining in detail.

Maghala and Hilmi followed the woman in white uniform into the doctor's room. The two greeted and sat down in front of the medical personnel who were treating Asha.

"My wife? is he?" ghala asked, afraid, his gaze begging the figure in front.

"I'm sorry, sir. Your wife-" said the Doctor at the Ghala interlude.

"No. No way, Asha can't...." Ghala was surprised, he got up suddenly until the seat he was sitting on collapsed.

"Young master, patient," said Hilmi.

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