NOT AN ORDINARY SON-IN-LAW

CHAPTER 41. ITS ME

One week later.

Ashadiya had been allowed to go home, but he asked Ghala to take him to a physiotherapy place to practice standing.

Maghala is in doubt but she does not want to refuse Asha's request for fear that it will discourage her from getting up. Cyra's young couple is now headed to another poly, still in the same hospital.

After talking for a while with the doctor who used to treat Asha. The woman looked at Ghala, as if asking for approval and added zeal as her feet began to touch the floor.

Maghala nodded, ready to stretch her hands to support her waist when she would rise.

"Can yuk, slowly Asha," said the man. Not willing if his wife's body is touched not by the mahram except emergency conditions like yesterday. Ghala allowed Asha and spoke the word ridho to him before any action was taken.

"Fear," Asha's great-grandson, his forehead started to sweat. Even the palms get wet from nervousness.

Maghala did not make much noise, he grabbed Ashadiya by the waist and asked for his arms to rest on Ghala's shoulders.

"Bismil was bornrahmanirrahim," whispered Maghala just as he was about to get Asha up.

Medical personnel helped pull the wheelchair so that both were free. Maghala then asked Asha to hold on to the iron pole because her legs had not been able to support. Though no groaning came out of Asha's mouth, but Ghala knew, she endured the pain.

Ghala wiped the sweat that appeared with her right palm and began to ask Asha to step even though the burden remained in Maghala, Asha was only able to lean into the firm body of the husband.

"Don't be forced, use a foot support iron first may be better so that the condition of the spine does not shift, how?" whispered Ghala, still hugging Asha's waist while learning to walk over the edge of the pole.

Maghala's request was approved by the doctor, the walking exercise was discontinued in continue. Ashadiya's progress has been better compared to before he responded to any kind of Ghala aid.

Both then continue all procedures to support the Asha process to be able to walk normally again. Measuring the length of the support to choose the material used so that Asha feet are comfortable using the tool for a long time.

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Ten days later.

Hilmi contacted Maghala to prepare because the next morning Cyra will hold a special internal meeting of directors and management.

Adhisty initially disapproved of this, but the majority of the votes urged the chairman to hold a meeting soon, to introduce new shareholders as Hilmi breathed the issue.

The suit for young master Magenta was ready to be ushered in by Pierre disguised as a package courier.

Next morning.

Ashadiya woke up early in the morning wanting to see Maghala prepare. He was already in a wheelchair heading for the kitchen when the new time showed at three in the morning. Even Maghala had not woken up from her sleep.

"This is my first assignment as his wife. Hope you like yes, the cuisine of my hands," said Asha, struggling in the kitchen to help a maid make breakfast as well as lunch for Ghala.

Just before dawn, Asha was in her room again. He had dressed Ghala by the side of the bed and was ready to wear mukena.

"Ashe? why not wake me up? tahajud is too late, right?" ghala said when he opened his eyes and saw his wife was preparing to even hold a mushaf.

Asha's voice spelling out the hijaiyah sounds like a common child but Ghala appreciates the woman's efforts and lets her learn to be independent. If he had memorized the hijaiyah, then Ghala would have helped him perfect the pronunciation.

"Ehm, you're so excited and I can't stand to wake up. Let's get ready and have breakfast before going to the office" Asha said, pointing to the food troley with sparkling eyes.

Maghala turned to follow the direction of Asha's index finger. He was surprised, saw some dishes containing food as well as others. Even the suit Ghala was going to use was ready to hang neatly on the side of the bed.

Since Alka left home, Adhisty never asked for breakfast at home. All the household chores that were still being put on Maghala still he gave through the notes on the dinner table every morning. This condition makes Adhisty almost never met the daughter-in-law.

The in-laws, this morning wouldn't have thought that her daughter-in-law was someone who was very influential in Cyra's company these days.

Ashadiya began to approach when Ghala had worn his suit. She wanted to help her husband this morning. Asha also holds her husband's tie.

Maghala crouched in front of Asha's wheelchair, holding the iron arm from shifting as the smooth white hand began draping the tie around Ghala's neck.

A sharp look of Maghala scanning every inch of Asha's face, made the lady blush, her concentration interrupted until she twice wrongly twisted the tie knot.

"Don't look at it," said Asha, not daring to look at the bead of shady eyes.

The handsome young master commented a smile. He kissed Asha's forehead covered in bangs. "Thank you, Humaira. Sure you don't want to attend? you have rights there too" Ghala said, inviting Asha.

The lady has her own plan. He and Hilmi had a deal. Before long, it sounded Adhisty's car leaving the residence. Maghala also prepared to rise after all looks neat.

"Don't forget, bring the supplies. Sorry if it doesn't fit," Asha said still shyly.

"This is the story of becoming Madame Sakha?" goda Maghala, when going out of the room and bring a box of blue stock.

Ashadiya was silent, hiding a smile behind the hair that covered his face as he looked down.

Maghala gently stroked Asha's head and told her to lock the door after her departure. Ashadiya agreed to all the words of her husband and drove him to the doorstep of the room.

A few seconds later.

Hilmi picks up the young master and requests access to Cyra's residence as a guest of Maghala. The shiny black Lexus arrived in front of the master just as Ghala emerged from the front door.

The view of the gardener, maid, even the driver of the Cyra family did not take a look at the handsome, handsome, sturdy figure also looks charming that none other than the babu son-in-law, was waiting for a luxury car that would take him.

"D-Den Gha-laa right?" ask one of the maids when opening the door.

Maghala simply nodded with a smile and passed on her steps. He even patted the gardener on the shoulder, a look of shock and gawking dominating in amazement at the look he had this morning.

"Titip Asha yes, Mang" Ghala said, before entering the left seat. The gardener Cyra, sculpting, is only able to blink the eyelids as if the nerves forbid it to move.

The two men then left the residence to Cyra's company.

On the way, Hilmi provides files for Maghala to study. His determination was unanimous already, he would press Adhisty to replace the ranks of those who were pro at him with a new face.

While elsewhere.

"Help me get ready, come on." The door of the room was open, the clothes rack containing many long dresses was pushed by the maid, entering.

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