NOT AN ORDINARY SON-IN-LAW

CHAPTER 60. READY FOR BATTLE

Maghala gently rubbed the head of his crying wife in an embrace. Asha said many times that how happy he could be here so find out the figure of Rosulullah.

He has also ordered a translation of the book which details the stature, nature, character and love life of the beloved of God. Asha longs for that noble human.

Ashadiya hugged Ghala tightly, asking that this man not leave or feed himself while still alive.

"I am not Sayyidah Khadijah, but I ask that Mas do not wish me when this self is still on your side, yes," Asha said on the sidelines of the sojourn.

"What the hell, what's so sad? one just can't be happyin why should be added. Allah says if you dare to be fair, go ahead. Fair it comes to matters of the heart, secondary needs, time, money as well as others. I lean on you, adore you but not necessarily my other wife" whispered Ghala, stroking gently the back of the woman who was holding her.

"Darling, like a field, if it is arid does it have to move to grow crops? no, if it was or built something else. Not allowing or mortgaging the land and then moving .. although arid, certainly many benefits from it," continued Ghala still faithfully stood embrace Asha.

"Like marriage. There or without children, good bad couples, yes there must be a way to gain reward. You, the source of my reward, Asha. If your heart is happy, the grace of God will descend. I'm yours, in the shay God," Ghala concluded, unraveling the embrace. He raised Asha's face and wiped away the trail of tears there.

Maghala Sakha was grateful, one by one her wish was fulfilled. He believes Ashadiya will outweigh his mother's transience.

Bada Asar's.

Like yesterday, Cyra's couple now take part in painting exercises while handing over Asha's first work.

Pramudya has painted a smile while holding Ashara's canvas. He really understands the meaning of the philosophy of color as well as the typeface that Asha is inscribing.

That afternoon, Pram taught malukis techniques using simple tools that were around. Like a fork, a blow, even the tip of a knife. All of that is useful when going to form kufi khat or harokat type to be aesthetic.

Slash and splash techniques that Asha has mastered did not escape the attention of Pram.

"Sir, if splash, nyipratin paint, good to use a brush that is medium but the distance is set. You can close the other part," Pram said when he saw Asha splashing a brush on the canvas.

"OKAY. I sometimes make matches to give a natural black color, Mr. Lek. It's like this" Asha said, asking Ghala for a match. He poured paint and burned it.

Pramudya shook his head with a smile. Asha mastered many techniques today, fast background made smooth turns out many skills that he dissolved there.

"Your wife is a pro. Just less cool and not yet found a place. Okay, go Ghala. Mr. Lek will share many events for Asha," said Pramudya, patting Maghala's shoulder while laughing crisply and passing by to see his other students.

Maghala only nodded, she looked back at his wife. Asha scratches are getting smoother especially when making the letters ain.

Ain has a secret meaning that describes the nature of openness. God is all-seeing all the behavior of His creatures while the ghin, holds the meaning that human hope will be anchored to the khalik.

Ashadiya incised syin very well. As-shakur reminds people to be thankful because the gift of God is infinite. Asha slowly formed the curve of each letter towards perfection although occasionally still complaining of pain.

Both Pramudya and Ghala, were very satisfied with the development of Asha in the next few days until the arrival of their time.

It's been over a week, Cyra's partner is in Solo. In addition to street therapy also studied painting, Asha also filled out three form events in the near future whose presence will be represented by Pramudya, they only left some works belonging to Ashara at the residence of the uncle.

"Pamit yes Mr. Lek, Ms. Memes. Thank you so much for guiding me here for almost ten days. In shay Allah will stop by again if Mas Ghala allows," said Asha when he was on the side of the car.

"Yes, Nduk, aim for the lillah. Yang Hasad will step aside. Don't be insecure, pede it, consider all humans your canvas," kekeh Pram let his nephew go home.

"Ehm, Ma'am Asha looks very sad when it's painting again. I think there's a light, the aura comes out. Success yes, Ma'am," said Prameswari, hugging his cousin's wife. He acknowledged Asha's ability above his.

Ashadiya looked down in shame while Maghala hugged her uncle. The Cyra couple had left something on the terrace without the occupancy owner knowing in advance.

"Sir Lek, it's from Asha. Create student teaching materials here. Watercolors are also other, please accept," said Maghala pointed to many items in the corner of the left terrace.

On the way back to Semarang.

Maghala asked Ms. Sakha to call Denok to prepare to return to Jakarta tomorrow.

Asha's right foot began to consistently tread the earth when walking, although still continue physiotherapy in Jakarta later.

Ayu woman then sat sideways facing her husband who focused on driving. Asha had not expected, her decision to open her heart to Ghala brought her to this point. The man beside her was no ordinary figure. He is all-around.

"Why, sleepy? bobok first if tired," said Ghala, looking at his wife's cheek and caressing a glance.

"Mas!"

"Ehm. Why?"

"Mas!"

"Yes, honey, what do you want? in front is a rest area, we stop by for a while if you're hungry" Ghala said, only briefly looking to the left where Asha was sitting.

Ashadiya still looked on. "Mas!" call again.

Maghala did not budge, he immediately turned his car into the rest area and parked in a quiet place. Ghala removed the seat belt without shutting down the engine.

"Yyyyassss!"

Maghala immediately remembered the Asha journal, what he meant, his wife was in transition ahead of the monthly natural holiday.

"Fix, find a hotel" he said after silencing Ms. Sakha's lips. He drove his car back out of the toll to find lodging.

Ashadiya laughed crisply, it turns out Maghala actually read her embarrassing journal first. Now, the man was sensitive without him hinting at more details.

Afternoon at the play of Cyra's partner. They left the hotel after Maghrib to continue their journey to Semarang. The craziest thing that Asha did for the first time, brushed aside shame because of a desire.

Ayu woman opens the hijab because her hair is still wet. He checked the device just as it sounded.

"Yes? what's up?" answer Asha, meloudspeaker call from someone.

"When to Jakarta? there's an all-painters meeting next month. It's an opportunity for you to beg not to be scratched from the community" Anggun said on the other end. "Perhaps if you say the reason for disappearing because of pregnancy and marriage, it feels like it will be a consideration for them to keep you, Asha," he continued.

"Lusa I'm already in Jakarta .. okay, I'll come. Showing off husband can't you?" kekeh Asha, glanced towards Ghala who was also smiling faintly.

"Jiah, show-off. What the hell is that?" graceful laughter in the air.

"Ehm see for yourself later, be careful your eye muscles cramp because they will not be able to blink," replied Asha screeching and then closed the call of her best friend.

Maghala just shook his head slowly while rubbing his wife's wet hair.

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