NOT AN ORDINARY SON-IN-LAW

CHAPTER 47. BEFORE THE TABLE BREAK

"the ira? who?" lirih Asha, glanced at Ghala with her eyes.

Madaharsa then turned his face, closed until faintly visible clear grains as if appearing at the end of the netra. Maghala who saw the older brother held back even understood. He then got up, approached Hilmi to make a plan.

"Take Grandpa to the hotel where I'm staying. Try to bring him. I will tell you something about my brother's intentions" Ghala whispered to Hilmi, leaning against the wall where the man was standing.

Janu's assistant nodded, she was seen contacting someone then exiting Mada's treatment room.

"Eira Niara Lahya, her brother proposed to her one year ago. But he was waiting for me to come home. All of this will be connected, Asha. You'll know everything" Ghala said, patting Mada's arm as a gesture of resignation.

Maghala left the hospital only with Asha, the Cyra couple rented a car ojol around the city of Semarang. He also pointed out the location where he sold first.

He remembered Karim. Wanting to visit but seeing the clockwork has pointed at the nine-night figure, it doesn't feel good. However, Maghala could not predict when she would have the free time to visit the family who had helped in the time of the pinch. Young Master Magenta also asked the driver to a destination.

The location of Karim's house that entered a narrow alley, making Maghala had to push Asha's wheelchair to reach the residence of the friend. Before long, Cyra's partner arrives at a house.

After waiting for a while, finally the shabby door opened. A young man appeared, they stared at each other for a moment and the friend immediately recognized his comrade-in-arms when picking up a living in Jakarta.

"Ghalas! o Allah, maaak, paaaaak!" the excitement was cheerful, not expecting Maghala to visit the simple house.

"Hi, Man! I'm sorry I just visited" Ghala replied, greeting the friend and hugging him for a moment. Asha just smiled, looking at the interaction of the two.

Karim's parents, poking out from behind the door. "Oh Allah, Den Ghala! enter yuk, uh on the terrace, embarrassed, messy inside," said the host, Karim's mother welcomed Ghala sitting on a long bamboo bench.

Maghala said just stop by for a while so there is no need to bother presenting a lot of dishes.

Their eyes were then fixed on the ayu woman sitting in a wheelchair. Not daring to reprimand or ask, the Karim family only looked at Ghala with curious gazes.

Maghala understood the meaning of the look in his third eye. He explained the status of the ayu woman who had just been silent.

"His name is Ashadiya, he is Humairaku, um, my wife means," chortled Ghala, rubbing Asha's shoulders gently. She was released because her heart was happy, Asha did not complain about being taken anywhere.

"Well, when is marriage?" asked Karim, amazed and envious because Asha is very ayu. "Where to go, like an artist," he continued.

"When you came home, I used her shawl on the angkringan wagon so I could not fly back to heaven ... oh, yes, what are your plans? back to Jakarta?" kekeh Ghala reiterated Karim's intention, as he had left the contract empty for a long time.

"Hmmm, Jaka Tarub kang dagang version," said Karim accompanied by laughter all.

"No. Same with you, Den. Our sales Alhamdulillah began to rame again and keteteran, dikit origin elongated his business. Karim was hit by thyphus a long time ago, years, so like the fratters," said the father Karim.

They talked until fifteen minutes passed and the Cyra couple immediately resigned. Maghala will remain in Jakarta and will not release the location of the sale of both first to other traders.

Ashadiya had just smiled, he was happy Ghala took him anywhere and did not hesitate to call as his wife. They had now been in the car back and Maghala asked to head to a crowded location at night.

Young Master Magenta, invite Asha to enjoy the night atmosphere in Semarang. Tracing the road Ahmad Dahlan, Setiabudi, junction area and surrounding areas.

Ghala chose a river view restaurant to enjoy the night, and ordered a drink and food for his wife.

"Asha, you've never eaten an angkringan menu, right? try it later," Ghala said as he chose a lot of dishes for their late dinner.

"Enak yes, want to," said Asha, enthusiastic as she looked at the beautiful view in the interior of the restaurant, turning her eyes as Ghala nodded.

Shortly, the dishes arrived. Before eating the dish, Ghala asked Asha to drink a small cup of drink.

"Jeek. Whatisthis? not good." Asha got rid of the glass when it was just a sneak.

Maghala laughed crisply. He moved his seat near Asha. Persuade him with the words he whispered.

When Asha's face blushed, she lowered her head and grabbed a glass that turned out to be a special blend of female herbal medicine after childbirth. Maghala hid a nosy smile as Asha slowly gulped back with a cute expression.

His eyes narrowed, occasionally closed, his nose was pinned with his left finger so as not to smell the thick aroma of herbal medicine. Asha held all bitter, bitter, bitter and other flavors, gulped down the toilet of the liquid in the glass.

"Nice, Ghala! eeuww," he lamented, directly grabbing the mineral water from the table.

"The risk of having a husband who comes from Jamu City, you must be familiar with that one drink. Good for the health of future mothers" Ghala said, glancing at Asha with a faint smile.

"Eh, ca-" Asha looked down again, she ignored Ghala again, hiding her embarrassment by directly tasting various dishes on the table.

Maghala only shook her head in dismay with all of Asha's mannerisms.

"It still belongs to the Eira family. Down there, his parents' boarding school" Ghala said, pointing to a green building in the distance.

"Allah, where Eira was raised," Ghala continued.

Asha suspects that Eira was dragged in Mada's case. He observed this, because guessing Mada was a quiet man so suppressing his heart was a weakness read by the enemy. She explained all of these thoughts to her husband.

"You're a pinter, anyway, honey," said Maghala, propping up her chin while watching Asha eat.

"I am nebak. He looked at me and called out Eira. Brother is as heavy on that figure. Who is Eira really?" asha asked with a cute expression, her eyes were rounded with reddish cheeks as it swept away the cold air.

Maghala touched the tip of Asha's tiny nose with her fingertips. "Consecret. We'll talk to grandpa tomorrow. To take action first."

Maghala keeps Eira's identity close. A woman's dream for her brother since a dozen years ago.

By midnight, Cyra's couple returned to the hotel. Along the way, Ashadiya relentlessly raved about the idea in his brain.

Maghala just listened, she was happy, Asha started to open up to her. One that makes Ghala anxious, Asha sometimes tells to guess the way of his mind.

"Kok know, I went to Karim for what purpose?"

"Maghala won't act without reason. Mode visit but affirm the status of togetherness forge business. I said the contract is still paid. That's the sign, you still have the intention to continue. Do not want to hire people to manage your sales there." Asha.

"The location is crowded. You have regular customers too, but Maghala's intentions will be shallow if it only gets there. Do not want to create a French system. Really no?" cecar Ashadiya, turned to the side where Ghala was sitting.

Maghala did not answer Asha's question, but her smile was perfect. They arrived at the hotel and headed straight to their room.

When the door was just closed.

Maghala carried Asha to the bed, and sat her on the side.

"Sakha's lady looks like a psychic for a long time, can you read my mind, right?" lirih Ghala began leaning her body in front of Asha.

The nettle is narrowed, the lashes move up and down. Asha did not dare to look at the bead of eyes that was being intensely stared at.

"Ehm, Gha laaa." Bregs. Asha's body pressed down, she lay with Ghala's face right in front of her. The two looked at him too.

"Don't lure me Humaira, I don't know until when I can hold on" muttered Ghala, watching Asha bite her lip until she saw a rabbit tooth that made her more cute.

"Halal," said Asha almost inaudible.

Maghala smiled. "Ehm, kosher. Bismillah...."

Silent.

Pause.

Freezes.

Now, the view of Ghala is increasingly adoring to the woman ayu who is under the confinement of his body.

"Syukron, dear." Young Master Magenta, just gave his stamp in one of the places from the body of Asha. Ghala, now embracing Asha, poked her head in the recess of the wife's neck.

"Ehm. Thanks, Ghala. Guarded me until I got here. Still patient, right?" reply Asha lirih. She was embarrassed, but realized it was her husband's right.

Maghala nodded faintly, before long, she got up, lifting Asha's body into the bathroom to cleanse herself before going to bed.

The first night for both of them was on the same bed without any obstructions. Not that Ghala didn't want to, he was just worried that Asha wasn't ready.

The ayu woman slowly turned herself in, starting to get into Ghala's embrace first. Asha knew, her husband was still keeping on doing that for fear of the glint of dark memory being present again. Indeed Ashadiya too, he worried 'remember' when mingling love with Ghala.

"Slow down, Asha. I'll erase the bad memories of that. Rest first, tomorrow morning meet grandfather," said Ghala, lead Asha to read many prayers before going to bed and then pull a blanket and hug his woman into exploring the subconscious.

...***...

Next morning.

Maghala still united Asha, serving all the needs of the wife until breakfast arrived.

By the time he reached the resto, Hilmi and Denok were already there. The ayu girl went back and forth to prepare a dish for her employer.

"You know my favorite, Nok?" tanya Hilmi looked towards Denok, as the Cyra couple arrived at the same table.

"Master don't ge-er. It's for him, anyways have legs, right? if you want me to serve you too, how much would you pay?" challenge Denok, not looking at Hilmi for arranging tableware for Asha.

"How to pay with me?" hilmi replied, sipping her coffee.

"Anu again! don't get me wrong" Ghala said, opening a napkin for his wife.

"What is it? that?" sindir Denok glanced at Hilmi's lower body.

Janu's assistant who saw Denok's glance immediately changed his sitting position, he did not expect Asha's assistant to judge so.

"God! it's not polite to squirm, "soldier Hilmi, covering the lower part of her body with napkin.

"Well, I'm not wrong, right. What is it or something else? kan anu is identical to that, and it is not clear. No wonder also yesterday the auction of mistresses, it turns out free teabag toys, euuw!" babble Denok, cynical and hit Hilmi. He was upset yesterday that his head was pulled by the assistant in the helicopter while leaning against his arm.

Uhuk. Uhuk. Cyra's partner choked, Ghala spouted coffee, while Asha coughed because the salad dressing was sharp in her throat.

Pfftts. Hilmi is no less unwilling, the bitter coffee tastes more bitter.

"Lambe watch lambe!"

"There is no fence, there is also, want not lambene in pairs of filters, nang kono kui, njejer," Denok replied, fiercely pointing towards Hilmi's lips.

"Later if you want to ngicip hard loh, the time to install a filter on the lips, anyway?" sahut Hilmi, did not pay attention to the gaze of Ghala who asked him to stop.

"Ngicip smooth lips, original, not seken kui still akeh too yo. Already, quiet. I won't bother you, Den's mission, Non. Maapin there is a bodol speker," concluded Denok, choosing to sit away from Hilmi and Cyra's partner.

Maghala looked at Hilmi, shaking her head at the assistant's recent behavior.

"Om Hilmi, if Denok's crush says so. He used to work in a fancy restaurant, continued to move to a fast food restaurant and hold the drive thru section, so nimble, alert and know medsos. Look, where there is an assistant but fashionable that, I'm just out of style," said Asha, changing the call to Hilmi with Om.

Janu's assistant was silent, not responding to Asha's remarks despite Ghala nudging her feet under the table.

An hour after breakfast.

Janu Janardana came to the restaurant and visited Ghala. He saw Asha for the first time and immediately called her the name of one of the Korean artists.

"So min-ah, it's grandpa!" janu exclaimed when he saw Asha, smiling at him.

"Jung so min's. He looks like him when he smiles, his eyes are bright," chuckles Ghala after Janu is satisfied to look at Asha.

Hiring a private room there, Ghala tells Janu to ask Eira formally to be safe.

"Bad! dare to tease up personal life," said Janu wrathfully, he rose and kicked the table.

"Eira's sick. Maybe it's time for Grandpa to put them together. Brother did not have the opportunity to ask because Grandpa thought it was so," Ghala explained.

A regretful sebersit flashed in Janu. He had actually received Mada's cue to visit a destination but was often ignored for busy and other reasons.

"So how?"

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...Two chapters to one guy....