NOT AN ORDINARY SON-IN-LAW

CHAPTER 58. PREPARE EVERYTHING

Maghala rubbed Asha's face with her thumb, then quietly waited until the wife was calm.

The handsome man who was still sitting on the side of the bale just looked at the face of the ayu with a faint smile, his eyes glaring with a look that could make Asha always blush.

"Don't look at it" Asha said in between her small sobs. He turned to look because he could not look back at the bead of shady eyes in front, trying to get up, but his efforts were prevented Maghala.

"Well, I can just let my wife rest a little. We move yes, dear," Ghala replied. He put his hands under Asha's back and knees and carried her.

The black painted door slowly opened as Asha's left hand pressed the handle down.

Traditional guest rooms with teak cots and mosquito nets dangling around the bed, make Asha instantly feel like a country homestay.

All the furniture in it is made of wood that is only in the varnish polish, making the veins of the tree trunk look clear and aesthetic. Even the window of the room still maintains a classic model typical of old school houses.

Black floor tiles increasingly add shade to the room atmosphere, although there is a large fan that rotates on top of the bamboo woven ceiling.

"Mas, what a beautiful room," said Asha as Ghala laid her body on the bed.

"Yes, it's perfect for honeymoon. But this is solid, honey. It won't make any noise" whispered Ghala, as she kissed Asha's cheek, then slowly opened her hijab.

Ashadiya is anxious, Ghala likes to flirt with sentences that make her shy.

"Awh! sick, really nyubit crab cakes yes now," Ghala's nagging again, protesting because his arm is often the target of pinching.

"Sih, by the way," Asha replied grimacingly as she tried to learn to pull her right leg.

Maghala let Asha for a moment, she got up to go out of the room to pick up their luggage. Before long, Ghala returned and closed the door because it would dismantle the contents of Asha's travel bag.

"Mas, contact Denok dong, he has learned not to manage Mas's sales account?" asha Pinta. His hands stretched out asking for help to change clothes when Ghala approached again.

"Have, you're using your phone to send a message to him. Check it out" Ghala replied, handing her the Asha device and bringing her a homy dress.

Ashadiya opened all the messages, then checked the sales account of the husband. Denok turned out to quickly learn new things, he has handled well also managed to upload two content in premium hours. Smiles also appeared, relieved because the effort initiated by Ghala will not be in vain.

Maghala was busy serving the mistress, ranging from combing hair, applying cream on the legs, removing the rest of the make-up with micellar water until his wife returned neat, fragrant and comfortable, while Asha is still cool with her phone.

"It's over, my dear, my Sweet, my Love, my Life, Candidate Umma" Ghala said, clearing up all the mess she had made.

Ashadiya grabbed Maghala's right palm, then kissed her back and forth, as if to say that she was very grateful to always be pampered like this by him.

Maghala replied with a gentle swipe at the top of Asha's head, his wife increasingly dared to show him affection and respect.

"Mas, take a look. After this, how?" ask Asha to give up her gawai. She felt a face that now feels fresher thanks to the husband.

Maghala received the flat object, and read the message there. Asha contacts a friend who works in the lab and one of her regular beauty doctors.

Fill all the women's conversations there, stating support the steps of Asha and promised to help research the content of skincare ingredients that they will process.

"Cool. What a pussy, when are you doing this, sweetie?" ghala asked, with sparkling eyes and a charming smile when talking to aayu women.

Ashadiya simply smiled, looking fixedly at the blackish brown iris before him. He waited for Maghala to guess.

"If I go to sleep, or when I'm like that. You're cool with cell phones while I take care of the printouts?" guess Ghala, no less staring at the wife who smiled at him.

Ashadiya nodded. "Yes. I also asked my friend who is abroad, to recognize me to the skincare distributor where he works. Mine is from him, sample product. If we can pull imported materials with such good quality here, and offer supply to similar brands, will not open two opportunities, yes, Mas?" long talk.

"So in addition to recreational products, we are also a supplier but the ingredient composition is adjusted to their needs. We will accept and selection, which brand is appropriate. To save the cost of business licenses, it is better to pull Cyra name alone, just separate the management of the production division. What if that was so?" asha Proposal.

Maghala did not reply, she also wanted Asha to guess her way of thinking. The handsome man only smiled while looking at the face of ayu. "How do you think I'm gonna do?" her hands.

Ashadiya considered, she tried to recognize the business strategy of her husband.

"Mas will ask you to promote this, along with any other Cyra apparel or major products. One brand ambassador ... The content created can be 2in1 kinds of advertising glasses and watches from one brand, um, is that it?" guess Ashadiya, though his estimates are definitely off the mark.

Maghala nodded, he and Asha turned out to be one thought even though what his wife said earlier would be slightly changed later.

The Cyra couple then created a rough chart as well as an RAB plan for all of this. Before long, the two decided to take a break.

Of ashar.

Pramudya residence is now crowded by students of various ages, starting young people, fathers and even mothers are present there. They gathered at the joglo where Asha was at the hand massage earlier.

Ashadiya was amazed, so many people wanted to learn the art of Islamic painting. He was pushed Ghala to a chair near the terrace because he had not been able to sit too long on the floor without a pedestal.

Pramudya then approached his nephew, giving Asha a study module. While Prameswari guides other students in Joglo.

"Asha, make the scratches as possible yes, start thin, medium and thick. Then the straight line, the curve is also wavy .. make two sheets, just fill the canvas. After that, make use of this special brush for the type of shade, well, good luck," said Pram, while exemplifying everything that was ordered earlier on Asha's painting media.

Princess Adhisty was enthusiastic despite the occasional grimacing feeling of pain on the wrist. However, did not make receding steps to continue, let alone Maghala faithfully waiting beside him.

"Start neat and consistent, in the third row. Very cool, his spirit, even though the pain is yes, Asha," said Ghala, rubbing Asha's head gently, also removing the sweat grains on his forehead.

Ashadiya often holds his breath when incising a slash and winding so that the pain of the rest of the day was not so pronounced.

"When you take to the event, yes, next week?.. do not take part in the challenge, we focus on participating in the art show here first. Through the uncle community, you will be recognized even though you change the flow but have a qualified teacher. So that the media does not judge you desperate," said Ghala about all his steps so far for Asha.

"My husband is brilliant, very detailed in strategizing so that there is no blame for me ... Mas, he! Sade!" Clack.

Asha's brush broke off, due to the harshness of the pressure she dissolved when making shading strokes.

Maghala grabbed Asha's hand, hurriedly massaging it gently while blowing it softly. "Dear, don't hurt yourself just because he hurt you. We will answer one by one, be healthy first. Don't stand out but we climb up another lane. Okay?"

Ashadiya trenyuh, this man can always be a medicine when his heart is tight again. Gracefully accusing Asha of being cruel for aborting the contents also implies that he was removed from the painter's union on the grounds that he was no longer productive.

Maghala got up, hugged Ashadiya. He read all the messages Anggun when his wife sleeps. Painting it was the life of Asha, Ghala understood the threat of Anggun then he invited to Solo, for this woman to make a new debut.

"We'll repay them. Hilmi and I have all the evidence, honey. Pierre called someone to help."

Cyra's partner hugged each other, Pram who saw them also understood the situation because Ghala told him in a message yesterday. He would help Asha with different methods.

"Sir, you're lucky to have Ghala. Relax, your Lek sir already knows and understands your painting style. Your work is on display in the gallery Diazae park, it's slick .. toreh Ashara's name to fill my art gallery as well."

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