NOT AN ORDINARY SON-IN-LAW

CHAPTER 43. AFFIRMATIONS

The internal meeting that morning was over, Maghala greeted the other members of the board. Some of them invited Maghala to speak specifically and some even immediately asked to be a son-in-law.

Maghala only smiled in response to her request, saying that she had been married by showing her a silver iron ring that was now coiled around her right finger.

This move Ghala uses to keep himself from view either not mahram or the intentions of colleagues who approach just to take advantage of all the frills that are attached after the identity of the clan is revealed.

Perfect appearance, a style of speech that reflects the firmness of attitude, in the permanent charming smile and a shady look but sharp look at the opponent, making the figure of Maghala sakha a new target for moderates.

(Having an attitude of tolerance, accepting local wisdom and anti-violence.)

Rumors in the exhalation of the secretary Adhisty in the group chat company special women, complete with photos and videos candid Ghala while talking in front of the forum, making Maghala Sakha a hot topic for women. They don't think that Cyra's latest shareholder is a charming figure.

Hilmi then leads Ghala into Adhisty's room. The in-laws left the directors first just as the hammer's knock was struck.

Geck. Geck. There was no reply from inside, only the door of the room was opened by the secretary.

The two men, go inside and head straight for the sofa without Adhisty taking it first.

"Siang, Ma" said Ghala, taking off one button and sitting on the sofa.

"What do you want?" tanya Adhisty still looks pale from shock.

Maghala was silent for a moment. He didn't want to hurt the in-laws because Asha would be moody.

"Just carry out the mandate to keep Mama is also a company that has my father-in-law pioneered. Also for Asha's sake, so that she would always be proud of her mother, that Mama would remain steadfast in signing them after the departure of the deceased," Ghala said, not discussing business matters at all. He just gave a shady look, Adhisty represents Maghala's longing with Arimbi's figure.

Adhisty reciprocated that look, he found the other side of Maghala at the moment. Just by sitting quietly, the man was able to give off the aura of a leader. Deserve Asha fell in love with him in just four months.

"Don't bring my husband. He left a lot of trouble in the company when he died. Does Asha know who you are, Ghala?" asked Adhisty in a soft tone. He lay his body on the oversized chair, while closing, a sigh sounded heavy.

"Asha, know. I'm not gonna ask Mama to take that chair off me. But business is business, I will continue to monitor and further evaluation should be done as it should be. Hopefully this quarter, Mama's performance is stable so that the peak position is safe in the grasp. However, I did not hesitate to replace the owner of this room with someone more competent. That's it, thank you. Good afternoon, Ma" Ghala said, rising up, he bowed even though Adhisty did not see him and stepped out of the director's room.

Hilmi often hides a smile if Maghala speaks, soft but sharp. His eyes were shady but intimidating, just like his mother's. The heart of the assistant was increasingly happy, feeling that he had found a fitting figure to replace Mada later.

They then left the room with Maghala ahead of the step. Jemari Hilmi grabbed the device from her pants pocket. His eyes sparkled as he read Pierre's message there. He then pressed the panel on the elevator door leading Ghala in.

The iron box brought the two men down to the ground floor. Ghala contacted Asha to welcome her when she returned home. However, the call was not immediately connected.

"Asha sleeps time huh?" ghala muttered, sounding softly into Hilmi's ears, as the man's fingers put the phone back in his pants pocket.

"Perhaps, young master," replied Hilmi, not turning to her.

Maghala felt like he had to insist that Hilmi not contact Asha too often later.

"Ehm, Hilmy. Don't call Asha often if I'm not on. Remember, she has a husband!" ghala firmly, slowly, did not turn to Hilmi but firmly gave a warning through the tail of his eyes.

Hilmi chuckled, it's time to tease the master. "Miss Asha is beautiful and fun. My type because it is not noisy. He is also simple not much style," said Hilmi, relaxed while closing his eyes, standing leaning against the elevator wall.

"DEPREGNANT!!"

Ting. The elevator door opened.

"Yes, yeah!" kecam Ghala, looking at Hilmi while pointing his index finger. "HILMY! listen to me!"

Hilmidar let out a crisp laugh, and he pushed Ghala's face outwards.

Maghala brushed off Hilmi's hand that touched her face. He didn't like it if this guy still treated him like a teenager. "Shh, Hilmy!"

Hilmidar, grabbing Maghala's face still while laughing crisply, then made her look straight towards the outside of the elevator.

Hilmi pressed the stop panel to keep the elevator open. Maghala was astonished by the sight before.

"Yumira?" gumam Ghala called his wife.

The lady nodded. Ashadiya tried to stand up despite using a crutch on both arms, accompanied by Denok waiting at the side. She looks so graceful and beautiful.

"Hi, young Master Magenta," said Asha, smiling sumringah.

With Hilmi's help she gets a lot of shar'i dress suits that suit her taste and that of her husband. Asha also saw Ghala wearing a ring this morning so that her heart was more flowery.

He decided to close the law because he did not want Ghala to sin from him who did not carry out the commandments of Allah with hijab.

Plain sea blue with corn fiber cloth, combined with abstract patterned voal hijab contrasts sharply with the pure white Asha skin. No makeup decorate the face, but it adds an elegant impression. Like Ayana moon, a Korean artist who emigrated.

Maghala stepped slowly out of the elevator, she stretched her hand towards his wife.

"Alhamdulillah bini'mati" said Ghala trenyuh. His heart seemed to be claustrophobic when Asha changed in such a way. Both arms grabbed the wife's body in a hug.

"Don't be forced to stand up. It still hurts, right? ... Honey, who asked you like this?" whispered Ghala, grabbed the woman.

"Nothing. Pure will. How was it, okay?" asha asked, rubbing her husband's back. He just took off the body support. Too comfortable to be in Ghala's arms.

Cyra's partner breaks the hug, Maghala wants to get honesty from the narrow eyes of her woman. They long stared at each other making Hilmi achy waiting in the corner of the lobby.

"Alhamdulillah, thanks to your prayers. Don't feel compelled. May Istiqomah, Humaira." Maghala gently stroked Asha's face, realizing that she was not wearing makeup.

Ashadiya smiled and nodded. "Aamiin's."

"Don't wear makeup, Asha?" asked Ghala when she was going to put a kiss on the forehead.

"No, because it's not your permission. Inipun I went out of the house also did not wait and said the same to you. Sorry," his submissive feeling was wrong and sinful.

Maghala increasingly sumringah, Asha began to understand little by little. "Ikhlas, ridho, for your intention today is to please your husband. If you want to wear makeup, yes, honey. Start with the bismillah and know the limits so that it is not tabarruj," Maghala said, stroking the wife's face.

The youngest daughter Cyra smiled again until her eyes narrowed, she nodded enthusiastically, understanding her husband's intentions.

"Master, please. We will visit the residence of Alkasyaf Cyra" Hilmi said. Pat Ghala's shoulder to stop the romantic show session.

Cyra's partner nodded, Ghala helped Asha sit in a wheelchair back and pushed her slowly out of the lobby. Many pairs of eyes are disappointed to see the romantic action of the two earlier. Instantly the group chat the women in the company was boisterous with the latest news.

"New happy to mepet, it has bini ukhti ukhti."

"Jeez, it belongs to people!"

"No stamp, no pepet."

"Lose competitiveness. Oh, my baper. He's sweet badd!"

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Tabarruj: appearing, preening or decorating themselves with the aim to show off the beauty or beauty of the body so as to cause attraction of the opposite sex. Many kinds of tabarruj, later discussed again.