NOT AN ORDINARY SON-IN-LAW

CHAPTER 57. ENDEAVORS

Earlier.

Right after the legitimate pledge is heard and Cyra's partner prepares to head to Solo, Denok asks Hilmi to drive him to a Mall. At first Hilmi was still confident, if Denok would invite shopping.

He used to wear a complete and formal suit when walking through a row of branded stores anywhere.

However, it is not Denok if it runs out of sense, the girl breezed casually because she took off the heel and replaced it by wearing flat shoes. Do not forget to decompose the hair pincers to make Denok appearance remain eye catching.

Another thing with Hilmi, many pairs of eyes began to glance at him, accompanied by whispers and the naughtiness of the abege. The widower was still seen pede until finally he held back the step when Denok turned towards the children's game rides.

"S-hii-ttt! Nook, Denok!" exclaimed Hilmidar, stepping quickly following the nosy girl who walked in front of him. He began to get uncomfortable when Asha's assistant came along with a whimper.

Denok to the coin exchange center, he then asked the children to step away from the vehicle and pulled Hilmi to ride the mini bianglala.

"Come, Master. I'm with you," Denok asked while continuing to pull the widower's burly arm.

"Now, don't joke. I pay if you want to shop. Don't do this" asked Hilmi, her face began to panic. His head turned to the left right, laughing at the children.

Denok snorted in annoyance, his eyes glaring. He stood around his waist and tapped his left foot on the floor, causing a noise and drawing a lot of attention.

Janu's assistant felt very silly, especially with the formal suit she was wearing. Hilmi begins to climb up to the top of the mini bianglala. Denok's laughter sounded crisp, he felt victorious, but his ignorance did not stop there. The girl then asked Hilmi to ride one of the ponies among the many other animal statues.

"Nok, look out for you, yeah!" threatening Hilmi starts to feel outrageous Denok. He was not just the wrong costume but was humiliated.

Denok turned around, could not bear to see the face of Hilmidar who bent and flushed because of holding shame.

Suddenly. "That's sincere, sir. Later his son Ileran, loh, if the desire of the baby is not granted," reprimanded the voice of a mother who saw the interaction between Denok and Hilmidar since earlier.

The long-haired girl chuckled upon hearing the visitors' chattering. Denok turned around, looking at Hilmi.

"Ileran? what's?" reply Hilmidar with a high tone because it competes with music on the station rides.

"Yes his son, the wife is craving, right?" connect the other mother when the bianglala begins to spin.

Denok never stop laughing, Hilmidar get babbling mothers to love a pregnant wife. A moment later, Denok felt Hilmi's face begin to relax like never before. Even that eye-sight implies something.

Asha's assistant, guessed that there would be things that Hilmidar would do to her after this. He chose to step back slowly, wanting to dodge and run as fast as possible from the perverted om-om.

"Bye."

"Snake! don't run!" hilmi exclaimed, she was riled, trying to get off the mini bianglala, but her steps were blocked by the mothers who had been preaching since.

Denok ran towards the escalator down to the ground floor. He ordered an online motorcycle taxi while walking quickly and sneaked onto the sidelines of the clothes rack so that Hilmidar would not see it.

"Don't get caught" she said, still hiding when she saw Hilmi chasing her down into the basement.

The opportunity for Denok to sneak out to the main door where his bulge is waiting. The long-haired girl went down the stairs and kept running until she managed to meet the ojek brother.

"Bang, come on, Bang! hurry up!" said Denok patted repeatedly on the shoulders of the bulge, his head darted to the right left afraid Hilmidar suddenly to tackle him.

"Come, come!" reply ojol the spirit, while looking at Denok who was panicking.

The motor was traveling at a moderate speed, but suddenly, from the back.

Tiiiiiiiinnnnnnn.

"That's it!" the word ojol surprised to make his shoulders pinch so that the motor was a little smelly.

"Aah! watch out for the fall, Bang!" denok yelled no less loudly because he was in shock when he looked back.

Hilmidar's car was behind him. Denok riled, he then patted the shoulder to look for a narrow road that can not be passed by the car.

"Hoy! Denoks! stop that!" hilmi shouted like the Tarzan of the city.

The feud between the two people at night when the streets were crowded, made Hilmidar get a curse from fellow road users. He pulled over, his smile rose, then turned around when he saw the route he took.

Denok relieved, Hilmidar did not follow himself anymore. However, the journey felt longer because they took a winding path.

"Still far?" tanya Denok began to feel aching in the waist and pain in the stomach due to many police-sleeping along the alley.

"In a moment, it's the end of the alley to the highway, then we turn right and arrive," said the ojol, pointing forward.

Denok resigned, go where the ojek driver brought. Fate ambushed Denok. A car blocked the way out of the alley. The man had been standing next to his car, leaving only the sidewalk shoulders for the current and then passing there.

"Mam-pussy me!" murmured Denok, limp, when he saw Hilmidar at the end there, and it turned out to be his car.

"Stop, Kang." Hilmi stretched out his hand, holding the dashboard motor ojol when it would pass.

"Well, this is my subscription" said ojol, fearing the fare would not be paid.

"Let me take him home. This is the fare ... have you forgotten, Nok? Semarang is my headquarters," said Hilmi slowly, swinging two pieces of fifty thousand in the air. He also glanced at Denok.

"Bang, double, I pay!" denok said, asking ojol to pull the gas and break through Hilmi to escape.

"Descend him or this," said Hilmidar, shaking his suit until the handle of the gun was seen.

Glug.

"Sorry, Non. There was a bedil," said ojol surprised, afraid as he pointed towards Hilmi's waist. Denok was forced to get off his bike.

"Lake in!" hilmi's edict, right when giving the fare for ojol.

Denok also obeyed Hilmi's orders, he chose to sit in the back.

Geck. Geck.

"Moving! you think I'm your driver!" hilmi insisted, this time seriously while staring hard. Denok was forced to follow his will and moved to sit in the front seat.

There was no conversation after that, the atmosphere of silence even made Denok frightened. Before long, the gate of the Magenta residence was visible, slowly the car entered the courtyard and headed for the garage.

As Denok was about to descend, Hilmidar held the door lock as usual. He was upset at the work of a snot girl like that. No one dared to do that to him all this time.

"Heh, Nok!" call Hilmi, with a tinge. Looking straight towards Denok.

Hilmi approached, her hand pressed the seat headband and another one touched the dashboard in front of Denok. The widower's face was only a few inches away from the frightened girl.

Denok felt they were too close, but he did not dare to open his eyes.

"Sorry, I forgot to tell you the location of the wedding. Not intentionally, this is my negligence. Sorry, if it makes you feel humiliated," said Hilmidar, soft in front of ayu's face. At this distance, he can smell the hair even perfume Denok wear.

The girl opened her eyes, and her pupils fused. He could smell the breath of Hilmidar even the masculine fragrance of the man before him. Denok, inched down to keep the body from getting too crammed even though it does not touch.

Their glances briefly met before Hilmidar withdrew. Clack. The sound of the door lock opening. Denok pulled the lever and got out of the car. Blugs. As fast as lightning the girl ran towards the room.

Brakes.

Denok held his chest when the door closed. "What was that?" it flows with an abnormally beating heart palpitations.

Hilmidar is still in the car. He then bent both arms over the steering wheel and leaned his head. The eagle's eyes closed with a breath then the lips also commented a smile for no one.

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Soloing.

Pramudya Brata welcomes a distant guest after Prameswari informs him that Maghala is visiting their residence after a long time.

"The ghala? oh my God, it's getting better. It's been a long time since Arimbi invited you to stop by" Pramudya said greeting his nephew.

"Alhamdulillah, Mr Lek, always healthy right? Memes is still aja judes," he said, taking off a hug from Asha for a moment and salim to the uncle, the youngest brother of his mother.

"He was so, so all the men retreated for fear of him. He said you were the only one who wanted to hold on, "kekeh Pram, nudging Prameswari's arm who was standing shyly beside him.

Maghala only smiled faintly, she then went back to wriggling Asha's waist and introduced the two of them.

"This is my wife, Mr. Lek, Ashadiya Cyra. He is also a painter but now wants to learn a cute calligraphy technique directly to the master," said Maghala, sumringah introduced Asha.

Pramudya Brata welcomes ayu women in front even though he protests because Maghala did not inform when they were married. While Memes, turned around while stomping feet into the dwelling.

Maghala explained that it was a deal and postponed the celebrations because Asha had not recovered from the injury. Ghala also told about Asha's difficulties because her wrists were still sore if she had to press a brush or line and hang her arms for too long in the air.

They also sat down in joglo while talking.

"Ghala, Mr Lek, can't you hold Asha's wrist?" pram asked, wearing his gloves. He understood a little because Arimbi taught him massage techniques first.

"Ridho, in shay'a Allah, for the sake of my wife's healing" Ghala answered, grabbing Asha's right hand and leading her to touch the uncle.

Pramudya Brata begins to feel Asha's wrist. Long time he massaged there, Ghala knows for sure after this the uncle will pull pinky and three other fingers. Arimbi's son then sat down sideways, so as to ease the pain that Asha would receive.

Seconds later. Cluc.

"Well!" Asha screaming. "It hurts, Mom!" he said until tears came out, although Pram still gently massaged his wrist.

"Patience yes, if not gini, it will be long healed. It hurt, yes," Ghala replied, grabbing and rubbing Asha's head leaning on her shoulder and hugging her arms tightly.

"You should be able to, Ghala. Is this not complete?" pram asks, suspecting that Ghala has done first aid.

Asha's wrist sprained while holding the imitation cockroach and threw it at Sade first. The palm of the hand that had just removed the cast was forced to move in succession in a fast tempo.

"I've pulled it first, pas puffed the first time. But I did not dare to continue because I was afraid even wrong veins and getting worse. I haven't finished the technique yet, get sick and then that's it," Ghala explained, to Pram. He still calmed Asha down.

Now, Pram asks permission to see the right foot of Asha. "In a word, Ghala, if my feet are lying down. Mr. Lek, sorry yes, can not continue this because Ghala will be interested later. His veins should be relaxed from the pelvis. Mr. Lek is sure, your husband will not let me hold the area," he said, chuckling at Ghala's direction.

Maghala laughed crisply, the uncle understood him. For Ghala's private area will desperately prevent others from touching Asha, as long as there are other options that can be taken.

Asha looked towards the husband, she shook her head slowly, imagining about his pain later on.

"Little and a minute, yeah, honey. Let your legs be strong when there's baby milk later, okay?" whispered Ghala, rubbing Asha's cheeks from the rest of the trail of tears.

"Come, later the affection continued in the room, healed first. It was to Rendi, right?" kekeh Pram, guessing that they came here on Janu's advice to see Rendi a famous neurologist and orthopedist in this city.

They nodded Janu's question and then immediately moved to a soft and comfortable bale in the living room, coinciding with Memes coming with a mban to serve.

Maghala received instructions and a short course from his uncle. He meticulously listened as Pram demonstrated a pelvic-area massage of Ghala's waist. Pram also asked Ghala to feel the bones are located normally compared to the injury to Asha.

A few minutes passed.

Asha grimaced in pain and screamed as Ghala pulled her leg suddenly until a loud noise between the bone joints rang out. "MASS!"

Ghala hugged his wife. "Dear, sorry, sorry. It hurts like hell?" whispered Ghala, pulling Asha's body in an embrace.

"Yes sick for sure. That way, but Asha is strong. Don't be happy if you overlap him," said Pram laughing loosely, while Prameswari increasingly bend his face to see the intimacy Ghala showed.

Maghala throws Asha's tissue at her uncle. He knows Ghala best because since he was young in the care of his uncle when he was still living in their parents' residence in Semarang.

"Mas Ghala, do you like city girls? I think our childhood was effective. And I'm guessing you're gonna pick Layla."

"Sorry, Memes. You're nothing more than a sister even though I know your heart. I chose Asha because God brought her to me. He's not a mere obligation and now I love him."

Pramudya Brata then asked Ghala to put on another leg and waist support stagen. Also advised that Asha's sleeping position should be flat, without pillows for the next few hours.

"Asha, rest first. Later in the afternoon, Mr. Lek starts asking you to write something, learn the basics. Don't want Ghala ngajak ninu ninu," Pram's laughter echoed, he then rose to leave the Cyra couple.

Pram also pulled the princess in after asking her to prepare a room for her nephew.

"Bismillah, dear, your opponent has arrived. Still spirit, right?"

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