NOT AN ORDINARY SON-IN-LAW

CHAPTER 38. HONESTY (2)

Hilmi holds back, but she believes that Maghala is capable of taking on Sade. Life independent since youth makes him like a wild cat. It looks harmless but can turn violent if pressed.

"You're getting ripe, young master Sakha. Not in vain raised with full affection by Mahananta. Arimbi Dwisakhi, your youngest son is also cool, he has a soft heart," muttered Hilmi smilingly looking at Maghala's attitude while intimidating the two people there.

Arimbi, an ayu girl from an ordinary family. He loved Mahananta in silence and they just married without the process of knowing each other first. Arimbi the village flower, the son of a former lurah who lived a simple life despite having several rice mill granaries. The mother's nature was declining in Maghala.

Hilmidar, continued his steps while informing Janu about Maghala's current condition. It is likely that the new report file will be pushed back in the next few days until Asha is better.

By midnight.

Adhisty accompanied Asha on the side of the bragang. The look from the tired face accompanied every breath. Asha had still not regained consciousness since this afternoon.

"Mama just go home. I'll keep him here. Don't bring that guy again. He has no interest whatsoever" Ghala said slowly, approaching Adhisty.

The middle-aged woman, turning her head towards Maghala, she stared incomprehensibly. So steadfast he faced all this did not even ask that Adhisty pay all the fees.

"How much? I'll ask the administration" Adhisty said, Cyra's finances are not good. Even some of the workers in the Mansion he would return to cut spending over the next few months.

"There was a good man who was sorry for me because he was so panicked. He said that he used to be in my position so as to provide a deposit for Asha's medical expenses, "ghalah did not look at Adhisty. He's not lying, Hilmi's taking care of everything.

Big madam Cyra got up, grabbed the bag from the table. His facial expression was flat, not knowing what was in Adhisty's mind at the moment. He just looked at Maghala filled with suspicious looks.

"Who are you, Ghala?" lirih Adhisty passed the son-in-law, looking through the eyes, the figure of a man who looks ordinary but he knows there is something hidden from him.

"Just son-in-law of the Cyra family. Asha's stupid husband, Ma," replied Ghala, looking down not to look at Adhisty. He felt longing for his mother.

Adhisty is breaking the ball, wants to be angry but his heart is tired, this time he does not argue Maghala. The heel sound of his shoes drifted away in step. Before long, the atmosphere of the room began to be quiet, there was only Ghala there. He even locked the door after the departure of the in-laws.

Right at one. Asha opened her eyes. Fine groaning was heard and Maghala was quick to wipe the narrow eyelids with cotton swabbed with warm water so that Asha's pupils were comfortable when exposed to light.

"Adek was buried. It's still not perfectly formed, just a blob but he's been with us all along. Tomorrow take a bath if it is allowed yes, Asha," said Ghala gently clean the skin of Asha's face with facial tissue.

"Still sick?" ghala asked again, seeing Asha just silent and still shed tears.

Ashadiya just nodded, the two hands of the lady then stretched, Asha asked for a warm hug of her man.

Maghala breathed a heavy sigh. He needs that too. The two then hugged each other, even Asha asked Ghala to go up to the top of the cage. They then chose silence, again cursing hope this soon passed.

Towards dawn, Ghala's phone rang continuously, making Asha wake up first. He grabbed a flattened device from the table with his left hand attached to the infusion. A name is on the screen.

"Ghala, this might be important. Janu's grandfather, Ghala," whispered Asha shaking gently the arms of her husband who was still tightly hugging.

"Ghalese!" call Asha again.

The handsome man finally opened his eyelids slightly, he then shifted the green button upwards, and hugged Asha again, putting a face on the wife's shoulder. Ghala did not see that it was a video call.

"MAGHALA SAKHA!" janu yelled as the screen displayed the figure of her grandson.

"Astaghfirullah, Mother! surprised me," she turned her head, while Asha began to smile faintly at her husband's attitude.

"Your work is yes. Your wife is still in pain, even in the overlap. Patience dong!" reprimand Janu, for seeing Maghala's sleeping position attached to Asha.

"Asha asked, not me. Uh," replied Ghala, only to realize if the video call and Asha holding the phone with the right hand whose arm was partially squeezed by Maghala's body, aided by the left fingers.

Feeling already gone, Maghala finally introduced the two. Maybe this is the right time to dismantle some of the original identity.

"Sir, this is my wife. Pretty, right? his name is Ashadiya, I call him Humaira," said Maghala, as she kissed Asha's cheek so close and took over the phone from Asha's second-hand stand.

Janu shook his head in Ghala's childish manner. The old man waved at Asha, giving a bright smile because the figure of his granddaughter-in-law is like a Korean artist, narrow-eyed with cheeks and blushing lips.

"Hello Asha's. I'm Janu, Maghala's grandfather. Sorry, I haven't seen you in person yet. This rancid boy hid your marriage from grandfather. And also, I just came home after some time staying at the hospital .. patient yes Asha, healthy again," said Janu, sincere to the grandson.

Asha nodded, her eyes started to tear up again. Whether the Maghala family also accepted his circumstances.

"Aamiin's." Asha could only answer that.

The chatter between Maghala and Janu about Asha sikon made ayu woman moved. Janu knows everything and accepts her to be a Magenta family, though does not mention the surname directly.

"Sir, then ask your Mas, come here if it is healthy. Grandpa wants to see you in person. Don't stress, Nduk, let's get fit again. Later grandfather calls again, assalamualaikum," said Janu, waving his hand still with a smile on his face.

Maghala was no longer eager to continue sleeping, she was worried that Asha was in pain. The handsome man chose to show a picture of their family.

"It's my mom and dad, and my sister. They live in Semarang. Mas mu wong jowo, Dek," kekeh Ghala as he got up and sat on the side of the cage.

"Mas Ghala, that's why I should call you," said Asha still looking at Arimbi's picture, a smile rose, how much she admired her husband's mother's face.

Maghala sakha was silent. Asha called him Mas?.

"Some healthy now. We go back to Semarang, I have a lot to do there. Alka has also reportedly opened a new business with Aisel" Ghala said, trying to be more open about her. Than Asha knew from the mouths of others.

"Silver has a clinic, a dream with Aisel. I'll tell you later, please help me to the bathroom first. It's not comfortable."

Maghala turned her head towards Asha, apparently the man was honest with his sister. Maghala became suspicious, as Asha also gave the shares voluntarily to Alka.

"What are you hiding, honey."

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