NOT AN ORDINARY SON-IN-LAW

CHAPTER 56. FOR THE SAKHA MADAM

Maghala hugged her brother tightly, she was relieved to be able to attend a sacred and important moment in Mada's life. This is the desire of both, holding a marriage contract in simple terms, because it is no longer able to deflect distance after waiting for a long time, plus a misunderstanding that almost makes them separate.

The relief letter was also happily painted on Madaharsa's face, although the brother's physique still looked weak. Mahananta's eldest son was then booked into Maghala to meet Eira, who had been waiting on the porch of the house next to the hall where the marriage contract took place.

Ashadiya had only seen this kind of wedding procession for the first time. She smiled, feeling the shakes of awkwardness until the white cheeks flushed when the bride and groom hesitated to touch for the first time.

Asha's attitude, did not escape the attention of the husband. Ghala guessed, perhaps tucked the same desire in Asha's mind. After a brief conversation with Yai Hasyim Rois's extended family, Madaharsa was forced by Eira to return to hospital.

"Sister must obey me, again open the name until he recovers," the bride asked, looking worried. He stuck out his palm to rub the forehead of Mada who was sitting beside him and broke out in a cold sweat.

"Gih, take it, Nduk. Forced, grandfather gave up on ginian business. Mada was stubborn" Janu said, asking Eira to persuade her granddaughter.

"Ehm, yes Ara, yes" said Mada, rubbing his wife's head and nodding. He then drove Eira to the ambulance.

"Gani please take care of the rest. Ask Hilmi also to help my work in the office during a temporary off. Si Huda returned to Bibi, let Grandpa be accompanied by Pierre later," Mada said when he was at the ambulance.

"Well, young master," Gani replied, nodding and closing the car door so that her employer would immediately go to the hospital.

The Magenta family resigned as the ambulance went to bring Madaharsa. Maghala then approached and reached Asha who was still standing on the terrace of the Yai residence, walking step by step towards their car.

There is no conversation between the two, just enjoying the closeness of each other. However, upon reaching the car and helping Asha sit down, Ghala opened her voice.

"Asha, want to repeat the wedding procession, right? you are not aware at that time, yes" said Maghala squatting and put his hands beside the car seat while staring intensely at the increasingly ayu face. She was worried that Asha wanted something but was reluctant to say it.

Ashadiya considered, he did not have the beautiful moments that the girls dreamed of when releasing their single. Wanting to ask for and express her dreams but Asha felt it was too late and she did not deserve it.

His head shook slowly. "Not to." Ashadiya smiled looking at the handsome face that was still bending its knees beside him.

Maghala's car door closed and she turned to sit behind the wheel. They're going to Solo using his Corolla Altis.

Ghala knew, Asha was holding back her will. But urged was free, the woman beside will remain silent.

There were no conversations along the way, only melow music that accompanied and filled the cabin of the Cyra couple. Asha is busy playing games while Ghala, running out of topics because the brain is spinning thinking about Cyra's company and his business after returning later.

Glatracks. Asha's phone fell.

Maghala turned her head, seeing Asha had lowered her head to sleep. Young Master Magenta pulled over his car to hit the seat and grabbed Ashadiya's phone.

Maghala momentarily looked at the face of ayu nan sleeping. "It's still hard to express a wish, Asha. Or am I the one who's not good at making you blunt?" his smile rose, rubbing the wife's cheek.

At midnight, they arrived in Solo.

Maghala did not wake Asha, she left for a moment to check in and carried her woman to the room on the second floor.

Tomorrow they will meet with senior orthopedic doctor Janu's acquaintance who is on duty at one of the special bone hospital in Solo.

"Darling, isya used to sleep again" whispered Ghala, sitting by the side of the bed, rubbing Asha's cheeks gently until she opened her eyes.

"Have you arrived?" lirih Asha, with a distinctive hoarse voice woke up while opening her eyelids for a moment, then closed back because drowsiness was still ambushing.

"Newly arrived. Your phone has been ringing since. Gracefully why call these nights?" ghala asked frankly, looking at Asha's bead.

Princess Adhisty turned her back, whether her best friend had returned to Indonesia. Ashadiya then took the cellphone that Ghala thrust at him, the fingers immediately opened another message.

"Mas, is he back here?... Mas?" asha said, calling Ghala who was even cool to open socks and rubbed the soles of Asha's feet to warm.

"Mas, no. No pantes, it should be me," Asha said, pulling his leg but holding Ghala.

"Don't be afraid. Face it. Tomorrow morning you will meet someone. We start debuting here, okay?..Your feet should always be warm, Humaira. Not what pantes? shouldn't the king also serve his queen?" ghalah replied, looking at Asha at a glance and then gently massaging Asha's limbs and knuckles.

Always be sweet even for the way to avenge the bad. Ashadiya is not warty, he is not denied thanks to the patience of Ghala massaging the nerves of the legs, and the wrist, Asha is slowly able to move more freely.

After finishing massaging the legs, the man rode up the Asha body to touch the cheek with the tip of his nose, just as the wife said that Layla was sending a message.

"Ghala, what are you? ... Mas, got a message from the expired yayang," Asha, glancing with her eyes on Ghala who was attached to her side.

"Say .. was having fun with my wife. We'll finish with Layla before we go back to Jakarta, honey. Now isya and the witir first and then another worship," continued Ghala, began to pull all the things that covered his wife's body to clean up first.

Next morning.

Mrs Sakha was very pampered Maghala this morning. Either this is overnight overtime or for something else. The handsome man seemed to be able to read the contents of Ashadiya's brain.

"Mas, the sales account, I've been trying to create content but not products anyway. Take a look, the view is very high .. sorry, I am fad about login use email and password that Mas gave to manage Denok the other day," asha said he showed a view of the content on Ghala's sales account from his mobile phone.

Maghala received the flat object and smiled, Asha made a video of their journey to Mada's wedding yesterday. The average comments of mothers are, the type of skincare that Asha wears because his wife's face is so glowing.

"Sister, what's the skin?"

"Well, is this a wife or a model?"

"Spill the price of skincare, gamis and clutches."

Maghala read the comments one by one in the video that Asha made. "New business, honey. Find out your skincare yuk, we make your own brand later," said Ghala with sparkling eyes, looking at Asha who smiled at him.

"Mas can read my mind, huh? kok the same," replied Asha, while eating her morning breakfast.

"Skincare is everlasting. Body care too, especially for your assets that are still .. aah, honey, you inspire my brain to open many business opportunities," Ghala exclaimed with happy eyes, he put his cell phone on the table and hugged his wife.

Ashadiya was like a squezze in Ghala's hand that morning. End up in the unyel-unyel because of the feelings of anxiety that ambushed the young master Magenta.

Princess Adhisty then fed her husband with the same breakfast menu while Ghala turned on the hairdryer to dry Asha's long hair because it was still wet, before wearing the hijab.

An hour later.

Cyra's partner consulted Randi's doctor at the hospital and now Asha is asked to learn to walk without tools.

"Try stepping without the help of tools and foot support stagens, still very painful no?" said the doctor.

"A little bit, but my waist is a little bit sore, so Mas Ghala still likes to hold it," Asha said, grimacing as she looked at her husband.

Dr. Randi, ask them regular therapy for the next week at the same hour. Also he recommended to his friend to massage bone pretek to restore the slightly shifted hip bones.

Ashadiya often heard the news that such techniques will cause pain when doing so. However, Maghala assured that everything would be fine so Asha's heart calmed down a little.

After they finished therapy, Ghala invited Asha to meet someone in the downtown area of Solo. Corolla Altis has now entered the courtyard of a typical Javanese residence.

"Whose house, Mas?" ask Asha, looking around the beautiful courtyard, as Ghala will help her get out of the car.

"Your teacher, dear," replied Ghala, sumringah, he will surprise Asha.

Suddenly. "Mas Ghala!"

Ashadiya turned his head, he saw a beautiful girl with long hair draped over.

"Bather is there, right?" ghala asked, turning to the girl while leading Asha and hugging her waist while closing the car door.

Ayu girl suddenly stares cynically at ayu woman in Maghala's arms. Highlight his probing eyes, scanning Asha's appearance from top to bottom. The corner of the lips also smirked.

"This is my wife. Ashadiya, let's salim your mother" Ghala said, asking the girl in front of him by pointing with a chin gesture towards Asha.

"But, ogah .. pataaaakkk!" replied the girl, turning around and running to call her father into the house.

"Name Prameswari. Jutek since a long time ago, the daughter of a famous calligraphy painter in Solo. His work is widely displayed in government buildings as well as mosques in big cities," Ghala said, holding his arms around Asha's waist as the two stepped slowly towards Pramudya Brata's joglo residence.

"Jutek to me, to Mas is not," Asha's son. "So, I'm here, the goal is?" A second later she turned towards her husband with sparkling eyes.

Maghala just smiled seeing his wife enthusiastic.

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