NOT AN ORDINARY SON-IN-LAW

CHAPTER 48. MAHARANI DWIPA

Maghala revealed the plan to Janu, there were only three of them in the room. Asha chose to play the candy crush game on her phone while the two men looked very serious about discussing the move that will be executed in the near future.

"Yes my. So all this because of that kid?" janu said not to think.

"That is," replied Mahananta's son.

Maghala nodded, the grandfather turned out to be a wrong recruit of workers and not sensitive because the focus was only on Madaharsa's mistakes.

Janu recalled many times what happened some time ago. The child is not entirely evil, he may just be fulfilling someone's desire to watch his every action in making decisions.

The old man finally agreed to Maghala's proposal. He will come to Al Islah in disguise during a routine maulid event every Sunday afternoon tomorrow.

He then invited Maghala to stop at the Magenta residence. After all, Ghala's status in Cyra's company was known to Adhisty.

As she entered the car, Asha's phone rang. Adhisty's name is on there. The woman turned to her husband for permission, and put her wallet back in Denok because she was about to switch seats.

Maghala nodded. "Luck it, who knows it's important" he said, helping Asha stand up to move into the car.

While Ashadiya receives a call, Ghala asks Denok to stay at the hotel. He is free if the girl will go around Semarang with a driver or tour guide. Maghala also gave some cash to fill the e-payment balance of the assistant Asha, just in case Denok wanted to explore the city alone.

Denok girang is not a braid. He showed off what he got from Ghala as he passed Hilmi. "This is called working while on vacation. Alhamdulillah, the fortune of the son of Solehot," said Denok breezed towards the elevator. He forgot to return the wallet Asha still held.

"Solehot from where, the pantes are also beautiful. Boro hot, hih heh yes," said Hilmi, no less insinuating. He then passed by to help Janu get into his car. Ghala is folding Asha's wheelchair.

"Ciyeee, sir start hih hih same me, yes. Now, then, come on, you know," said Denok, chasing Hilmi back and saying from behind his back. He forgot, handed Asha's purse that was tucked away to him just a moment ago, then ran into the lobby.

Hilmi growled, this girl started to interfere. If it wasn't for Asha who was still dependent on him, he would have asked the assistant to come home.

Luxury cars lined up now slowly leave the hotel to the small house where Maghala lived first. Shortly after getting out of there, Asha said that the mother only asked for her whereabouts.

"Mama is starting to care, thank God. Perhaps he now knew the meaning himself" whispered Ghala behind Asha's head, not wanting Janu to hear anything bad about Adhisty. While Asha nodded faintly to the words of the husband.

At lunch, the Magenta residence.

Cyra's partner chose to rest for a while while Janu discussed with Hilmi in the study. Ghala then checked the sales account in one of the apps.

"Asha, what if my account is managed Denok only. He understands this, right?" asked Ghala when he saw the progress of his sales decreased because it was less consistent in evocative content.

"He wants to not? Mama recruited Denok directly. Previously wanted to be made a personal assistant for wardrobe business right but it was not so given to me when I rarely asked for help," said Asha, explaining the background Denok Listya Anjani.

"Try you ask him, understand not so, so I can focus on other things, especially my Humair," Ghala said asking Asha for help.

Both were busy sitting on the side of the bed, until a knock at the door obscured Ghala's concentration. The young man opened the door to his room.

Seen before now, a figure that Maghala did not want to meet.

"Say your grandfather brought your wife? not known to aunt? it's diem-diem's wedding, now it's this, it's not polite, you, Ghala!" said Maharani, trying to bend his head through the door gap where Maghala stood.

"What's her name? oh, yes, Asha! if there are parents tuh in the sambangi do not even diem so, the time of aunt who should go there?" said Maharani, standing at the door while folding his hands in front of his chest, when he saw Asha sitting dumbly and not long to comment on a smile for him.

Maghala took a long breath. He then approached the wife, looking at her fixedly while helping Asha stand up. Asha understood the meaning of Ghala's gaze, she forgot her wheelchair, and chose to hold her husband's arm.

"Pelan ya," whispered Ghala, understanding Asha's desire for not wanting her husband to be reproached.

"Why your wife? is there any wheelchair, is he disabled or what? you are of marriage only to see that she is beautiful," reproached the Maharani, still standing in the doorway leaning on the frame.

"Thank you for the compliment, Bi. Many people say I'm beautiful, Aunt's eyes are not myopic means," said Asha, walking to endure pain. He entrusted the burden of the body to Ghala who supported his waist.

Maharani snorted disliked, Ashadiya was able to answer him. The two then shake each other.

"How long have you been married? already filled? be careful, Ghala. If you or Mada do not have a male heir then your position is shaken. This is my advice. If he can't love a boy, get ready to change" said Maharani, starting to see Asha's appearance from top to bottom. He judged that the girl in front was a spoiled child.

Ashadiya lowered his head, he remembered that he was dirty and would not deserve to have Magenta's offspring. The man standing next to her was a perfect figure.

"Asha was preparing to give birth to many righteous and devout Magenta descendants. Nowadays, having offspring is not a guarantee, Bi. Anyone feels entitled to show off, especially against power," Ghala replied this time, he just did not want the Maharani to start harassing Asha by touching the emotional side of the wife.

Maharani smiled cynically, she felt Maghala was insinuating her.

"Yes must, seedlings bebet weights, it's important. A good heir must come from a good woman. Not an easy woman, you know that today's era is rife open B.O just for reasons of wanting to exist and seek attention even though the child of people is able," added the Aunt, glanced at Asha who felt insinuated because this ayu woman lowered her head.

"Not open B.O anyway, Bi. Look for attention with whispers of ghibah is also rife," kekeh Ghala, did not recede to look at the brown eye bead belonging to his father's sister.

The conversation between them was interrupted when the maid told him that the lunch dish was ready. The maharani then walked away, towards Janu's room.

Maghala closed the door again, then carried Asha sitting on the side of the bed. He crouched down in front of the woman, putting both arms on Asha's lap.

"I told you. Don't show weakness in front of others. Here, where my children will grow up," Ghala said, linking fingers with Asha's and carrying them to the lower abdomen.

Ashadiya looked into the bead of eyes that always set her down, she nodded slowly.

"Not praying, huh?" ask Ghala again. The question this time successfully made Asha harrumphed and lowered her head even more while shaking faintly.

Maghala rose with a smile, rubbed the head of his wife and invited out of the room to join the other residents in Magenta.

When Cyra's partner opened the door, the Empress's voice sounded emotional. "As long as Mada's sick, let me take over, why even Hilmi!" jolt the princess Janu, pointing towards Hilmi with a hunting breath.

"Grandfather!"

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