NOT AN ORDINARY SON-IN-LAW

CHAPTER 63. CHALLENGES

"Dresses are men, he em."

Asha then began to go down the ranks of shelves displaying various types of unique brushes, various kinds of paint, pallets, and many other objects as ammunition when painting.

Maghala noticed one by one the objects that his wife took and asked the name and function, he was remembering when Asha asked for help to buy all these items.

"Not everything, Mom. If I need help to buy this, I will give you an example of the picture," said Asha, looking at the husband. He smiled until his eyes narrowed because he saw Ghala's serious face.

Maghala Sakha was anxious, she pinched Asha's cheek as she began to frequently guess her way of mind and was on average correct.

"Experts read my mind now."

Asha did not respond, she just smiled and started walking back to sort out all the items she needed.

Maghala issued a platinum card when he paid his wife's bill and asked Asha to keep the magic card.

"Mas, this is CC, huh? nih, I have," said Asha, while in the parking lot, returning Ghala's card.

"No, it's debits. I don't use CC, save it first, it's for daily needs and home needs. Don't ask your mom again. Also, I have transferred your snacks to your account" Ghala replied, wearing a helmet on Asha's head.

"meaning?

Maghala breathed. "Let me explain. Ride, honey, I've been waiting for someone who wants to work" Ghala explained, asking Asha to immediately sit on the bike because she would take him to a contract.

Ashadiya was still digesting the sentence, but he chose silence until a moment later, they arrived at a row of tenement buildings.

Maghala parked his motorcycle in the front garage next to the fence. He then led Asha slowly.

"Mas Ghala, how did it look?"

"Bang Ghala, where are you, huh. Not selling anymore?

The number of similar questions, odd greetings from fellow rented residents, made Asha sultry. He bent his face as Ghala treated all the neighbors in a friendly manner.

"I'm sorry everyone .. I'm on sale because I got married and went home and brought her, my wife," Ghala replied, turning to Asha and bowing a little through some of the contracts to get to her unit at the end.

"Well, don't shake!"

"Curtain, marriage? his wife?"

The words of the mothers of the residents of the tenement complex whispered to each other as Asha passed by. Because walking carefully and slowly so that it allows the sense of hearing can still catch the discordant voice of the women.

Asha just lowered her head, hiding a smile. "Sorry yes, I won, so Mas Ghala's wife, yee!" . His men turned out to be loved by women in all the places they stopped. Asha beristighfar as well as many give thanks in the heart, when slowly knowing all sides of the husband's life.

Before long, two young men greeted Ghala when they saw Cyra's partner. They talked for almost two hours in the contract. Finally the deal is reached, Maghala will start opening his angkringan again in the original place, he will mix spices and they will cook and peddle. The revenue sharing agreement was signed in a simple manner.

After everything is done.

"Home home, yuk," Ghala asked, pulling the arm of Asha who had just been silent. The woman was indeed the type of situation observer, but she definitely kept a thought.

Asha nodded and followed the steps of her husband leaving the tenement.

Along the way, madam Sakha is made to laugh by Ghala's silliness. Ashadiya really feel happy, it turns out halal courtship by riding a motorcycle is more effective romantic.

He can freely hug, pinch, pat even kiss and tease Ghala by blowing his nape.

Right for lunch, Cyra's couple arrived at the shelter. A healthy meal for Asha had been waiting in the room while Ghala chose to take a bath first.

After each activity was completed, Asha went up to the bed. His eyes began to weigh heavily even though Ghala was still busy with Denok taking care of the content, sitting on their bedroom sofa.

By two o'clock.

"Honey, I said keep this, for the needs of the house," Ghala said when she saw her card lying on the side of the phone next to the nightstand.

"I have some money" replied Asha in a lazy tone.

Maghala Sakha, joined the bed and pulled his wife's body into his arms.

"The right you make a living is born there are three. Needs home, child, extra and personal. If I am not able then it is obligatory to fulfill the very core, but because your husband is able, then I will suffice all" whispered Ghala just as his hand stroked the mane covering the face of ayu.

"Ehm, what's extra and personal, Mas?"

"If you or your child is sick, you need to buy hampers or angpau for invitations .. if your personal needs are all things your privacy, including caring for assets," said Ghala again, this time he emphasized the tone of speech for the last sentence.

Ashadiya opened the eyelids that had begun to weigh because it was very sleepy.

"Asset?"

"This, this, and all. I want my wife to always be fragrant, ayu and sexy. One more thing, standby," Maghala said, very softly while kissing some parts of Asha's body.

Ashadiya successfully blushed, so felt red cheeks due to embarrassment. Her husband's starting to mischievously touch her here and there. But now he understands Ghala's wishes. It is not wrong if Asha has been in the bathroom for a long time. He wants to be perfect in front of a man.

"Let me help take care of everything .. Remember this yes, dear. If it is analogous to food. If a man is full of treats in his house, then when he is offered to taste delicious food on the outside, he will not be tempted" Ghala said, answering Asha's unexpressed hidden questions.

"Take a. So, it is not only the duty of the wife to keep all the beauty in front of the husband. But in modalin, and I also keep my eyes on other than mahram ... fun couples do not have to mess around, just know what they want and do it sincerely, because?"

"Obligation, IRT duty is it," said Asha again, his sleepiness became lost.

"The IRT job is not an obligation, honey. But jihad. Fight in the way of Allah, without salary there is no holiday and alert at any time. His reward is equal to the mujahid when he fought first .. aaah, Humaira, I am pleased with you. If your paradise is with me, then my recovery lies in your heart. May you sincerely live with me yes, dear," Ghala said long, he tightened his arms and then closed his mouth.

Ashadiya Cyra shed happy tears. He was adored in such a way by Maghala. The youngest daughter Adhisty promised to be a wonderful and filling treat for her husband. The Cyra couple then spent the day resting before coming to the event later that night.

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Maghrib Bada.

Ashadiya looks very beautiful in a black dress with gold embroidered accents transverse from the left chest to the waist, then the crystal sequins form a straight line to the ankles.

The silver sneaker chose Ghala so that Asha's feet would comfortably step up as well to perfect his wife's appearance.

"Mas!" Asha did not understand what Denok had done since then with her husband.

"Take a video yes, Nok, if Asha starts walking later, inget cut in some parts to be aesthetic if edited later," said Ghala, asked Denok earlier to make many video pieces of his wife.

"Ready, Den. Fix, Non Asha kayak Barbie is .. come on Ken, and also," always Denok asked Ghala to change clothes. She calls her boyfriend Barbie in the cartoon princess style.

Asha snorted annoyedly, she threw Denok at the invitation for flirting with her husband, but the girl was even grinning.

Adhisty was sitting in the living room when he saw his son and daughter-in-law leaving the room. He was really fascinated by Maghala's appearance.

The black formal suit was so fitting wrapped his daughter-in-law's body. Adhisty knew the two would attend the annual galadiner event of the Indonesian painter community, an activity that was important enough for Asha's career to attract colleagues.

"Be careful." Adhisty handed over one key to Asha's black Honda Civic, to Ghala.

"Thank you, Ma," said Cyra's partner, leaving the living room for the garage.

A few moments later.

The magnificent building with luxurious decorations welcomed all the guests that night. Asha handed over the invitation to the officers and they began to climb the red carpet to the table that had been prepared.

"As-haa?" greet a woman, she was amazed by the appearance of Miss Cyra.

Ashadiya. "Hi, Graceful! who have you come with?" tanyanya fishing the friend.

"I'm .. We'll see you again, Bro!" reply Sade, pat Maghala's arm.

"Hello, pretty. I can walk, yes. You emigrated after ehm." said Sade looking at Asha with a perverted look.

"Be careful if you want your tongue intact" Ghala replied, dispelling Sade's view of his wife.

Gracefully surprised, was this the same man she met this morning with Norma at the painting shop. His appearance was so different and admirable as a young master of a rich family, he thought as he looked at Ghala.

"I told you, my husband is handsome until you have trouble blinking" whispered Asha, chuckling as she patted Anggun's arm.

"Gee!"

Asha's presence attracted the attention of her companions. However, Maghala advised that he remain cautious even though Denok was watching.

The Cyra couple was there until eleven p.m., deliberately waiting until the atmosphere was quiet. Maghala tried to lobby the community administrators to keep Asha because his wife only moved the flow of painting.

Young Master Magenta has concrete evidence of Asha's activities during the vacum. However, the intervention by Anggun made some members doubtful.

A heated debate in front of the community administrators, Maghala did with Anggun who insisted that Asha was unproductive because it hid disgrace.

"What aunt?" cecar the middle-aged man, who served as the chairman of the union.

"Don't lure me. I'm willing to close your ulcers if you stop cornering Asha!" kecam Ghala, staring intently alternately at Anggun also Sade who was standing behind this woman's chair.

"Tell me, Mr. Maghala," asked the other members.

Ashadiya clasped Ghala's arm tightly, she was embarrassed and afraid that all this would lead to violence.

"Are you ready, Miss Diazae? don't want to back off?" sindir Ghala, once again stared firmly at the daughter of the owner of the Diazae art gallery.

Anggun still sitting relaxed while holding hands in front of his chest, he even smiled sinisterly at Asha. "Please," he replied.

Suddenly. "Ghalese!"

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