NOT AN ORDINARY SON-IN-LAW

CHAPTER 7. ALKA SECRET

At exactly one in the morning, Maghala arrived at Cyra's residence. He guided the motor from the gate in the hope of his arrival tonight unknown to the residents of the Mansion.

The handsome young man slipped in through the kitchen door, down the hallway slowly there to go to the room in the front of this residence.

While passing through Alka's study, she saw a door that did not close perfectly. Maghala's steps settled, but he heard something. His sister-in-law was like talking to someone in there.

The intonation of Alka's voice, which usually boomed, now sounded very slow. Maghala paused for a moment. His instincts told him that maybe this was the secret of his brother-in-law.

"I have acquaintances who produce materials like the will of the market. You just prepare financing for it according to the draft RAB (spending budget plan). Also submit a proposal to establish cooperation with vendors so that production costs can be reduced," said Alka.

"Which "vendor? what about the due diligence before we sign the contract, boss?" sound from the intercom connected with Alka's cell phone.

"Let me propose to my mother. You just prepare the plan also ask the finance division to be ready to disburse funds," said the director.

"Good, Boss!" answer Alka's assistant.

"Don't forget, reward, prepare some packs for those people. Do it neatly," concluded Alka.

Maghala was still standing behind the wall when the chatter ended. Although the sound is not so clear, but Ghala is able to digest well the intent behind each word.

He saw Alka enjoying a drink in his room. Maghala continued to walk towards the room.

When the door of her room opened, she saw Asha still wearing the same clothes as this morning, curled up in bed. Ghala suspected that his wife was sulking because the maid did not understand the wishes of young miss Cyra.

Maghala put all the documents from Janu into the closet, she then headed to the bathroom to prepare water for Asha to take a bath as well as herself to clean.

A few moments later. Ghala shook Asha's soft shoulder.

"Asha, take a bath first let it be fresh. Sorry yes, I left you for so long" Ghala said repeatedly until Asha woke up.

Asha blinked, and immediately stretched out a hand asking for help to get up. Ghala gave a charming smile and lifted his wife's body to the bathroom.

The smell of soap from Ghala's body made Asha feel like she had lost her all day. Cyra's youngest daughter refused to take a bath if not Ghala prepared her needs because this man had memorized all the customs of Asha.

"Rilex?" ghala asked, rubbing Asha's smooth back with a warm sponge.

Asha nodded. "Yes" said the woman.

"Alhamdulillah, this out of here can sleep well." Ghala stretched a towel to cover Asha's plain body. He lowered his gaze whenever he helped his wife take a bath, in order to make the girl feel comfortable.

Not infrequently, Ghala closed his eyes or turned around when Asha took off his clothes or wanted to wear clothes after bathing.

"We dry your hair first. Didn't leave the room today? eat already?" ghala asked in succession as the hairdryer sounded.

Asha just lowered her head, nodding silently as usual. Maghala painstakingly carried his wife back to the bed.

"Good sleep, don't forget to read the prayer as I taught you," said Ghala, stroking the top of Asha's head and then he headed for a long sofa, where he was tired.

Asha felt the sincerity of the man, despite looking tired but she still patiently served him. Ashadiya's pretty eyes looked at the clock, almost at two in the morning.

Before long, Maghala was already sound ahead of there. "Thank you Maghala," said Asha, pulling the blanket. Her body is now much fresher and relaxed thanks to her husband.

Before dawn, Maghala awoke. He forgot to provide drinking water for his wife. Ghala rushed to the kitchen.

When passing through the Alka workspace. Again, Maghala heard the strange conversation of her sister-in-law.

"Just have to finish this morning. I overtime made everything we needed. Being a lackey even in your own family is not good," said Alka again.

"Good, Boss!" answer the man there.

Maghala hurriedly dodged before the man saw her there.

The eldest son Adhisty came out of his study towards the second floor. Maghala then passed back into the room.

His body is still tired, drowsiness feels sluggish but the brain invites to spin quickly. Twice hearing Alka's secret conversation led Ghala to conclude something.

"She's like she's planning a fundraiser or a fictitious associate. It could be about procuring production materials if he heard the words earlier," murmured Maghala, sitting on the sofa he used to sleep on.

"Enghhh," Asha's hoarse voice. The woman had grown accustomed to waking up before dawn since Ghala often forced her to attend dawn prayers.

"Drink first, I forgot earlier," said Maghala, thrusting a glass at Asha, after helping her sit back.

"Asha, Alka's position in the company as what?" ghala asked his wife, sitting on the side of the bed.

"Deputy President Director," lirih Asha.

"Does he have any other business or position besides that? um, an asset building project for example?" ghala.

"No." Asha shakes.

"His position is high .. deservedly, he has the authority to sign a contract or submit a proposal during an internal meeting" Ghala murmured.

Asha was silent, watching Maghala speak despite not understanding her husband's words.

"Today we'll relax your right fingers. Still hurts, doesn't it?" tanya Ghala grabbed Asha's fingers and massaged her slowly.

"Aah, aahh, sick, sick," said Asha. His voice is very expensive.

Since they were married, Ghala had only heard the words yes, no, pain, or moans coming out of Asha's mouth.

"God is healed and can paint again. Pray for my efforts to move forward, so that we can have money for your treatment. Meanwhile, use the acupuncture method first to relax the nerves," said Ghala, peeping Asha fingers. Every morning, he did that as a form of pardon he had caused this clenched hand to stiffen.

Ashadiya nodded. Only Ghala treated herself well.

While waiting for Azan's time, Maghala contacted Hilmi, asking to investigate Alka out there. If the assumption is correct, Alka will use the company's funds for personal gain.

Hilmi also understood the wishes of young master Magenta, he then sent out many profile links to who Alka really was. Educational background, achievements in the company even personal assets.

Trowels. Trowels.

"Hello, young master. My profile link has been sent. Please open it" said Hilmi.

"Thanks, Kerry. I'll investigate him from the inside. I will not allow my wife's rights to be taken away by greedy people" Ghala said.

"But you let something like this in the Magenta family" Hilmi said.

"Everyone just wants to take care of grandfather's health and now I'm in a dilemma" Ghala said, closing the conversation with Hilmi.

"Alka, let's see if you have anything interesting to review" Ghala said as she pressed one webpage.

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