NOT AN ORDINARY SON-IN-LAW

CHAPTER 71. STRENGTHENING

By nine o'clock at night.

After talks with the Cyra family, Maghala opted to return to the room to do the pending work.

He made a content concept for the next week based on a report from Denok about the middle of the hip in the world of social media. At once, heard Pierre's report on the development of the Sade case and graceful.

Ashadiya looks bored, he just finished drawing the studio design that will be built later, while Ghala is still struggling with his work. Feeling saturated, Asha chose to sketch the khat naskhi again, this time for the lafadz of Allah.

The wife's body language, captured by the tail of Maghala's eye. Five minutes later, the handsome man who was still wearing a cocoa shirt and a sarong took Asha out of the room.

Jackets, socks and even masks, Ghala has prepared. He sat down in front of a very serious woman sketching. Pulling his feet slowly to wear socks.

"Eh, what do you want, Mas? I don't feel cold. The pain was gone" said Asha, astonished that Ghala had brought many things.

"Streetings. To the shop, you wanna come with me?" tawar Ghala's. He then pulled on Asha's right arm to put on his jacket.

The narrowed-eyed bead narrowed even more because a line of bright smiles was clearly painted on the face. "You! use the motor yes, Mas," pinta Asha spirit, while grasping Ghala's arm.

The young master Magenta nodded, then drew both hands of Asha to slowly get up. "This cake, a lot of dust, and also to be safe" Ghala added, putting a mask on his wife's face.

Asha did not protest much, she was exactly a child te-ka who was dressed by her mother if she wanted to travel. Before long, the Cyra couple began to leave the house, down the crowded streets and then passing young vehicles to spend a long night.

Woman ayu, wrap both hands around Ghala's waist. She clutched her husband's body tightly as if worried Maghala would get a rain of other women.

Angkringan Mazzee's.

Maghala parked his bike right next to the tent. Some mats are spread out, full of fill. Also with the front seat of the wagon are two other tables. Not yet added queue of some customers who stand.

"Assynolajet. Here, I help. Which order is not ready?" ghala asked Misnen, who looked busy burning various satay.

"Wa aleikumsalam's. It's all, Bang, just wrap up. Thank God, this is the last stock ... Brother, just sit down," said Misnen, pulling an empty chair for his boss.

Asha turned to the right and left, this is the atmosphere of the roadside food stall, he thought. The fragrant smell of the dish burned using charcoal, piercing the nose to make him excited. Asha, pulling down Ghala's jacket plan that she was riding in hopes that her husband understood.

"Tell?" tanya Ghala, making sure because Dullah, was wara Wiri delivering customer orders.

Maghala understood his wife's wishes, then asked Asha to sit for a moment while she would prepare all the menus that were still available. After that, Ghala asked Dullah to make warm ginger for Asha as well as ginger tea milk for her.

"If there is an empty mat, then please burn it. Also drink it," Ghala pinta, he took Asha out of the tent for a moment.

"OK, Bang!" dullah replied, nodding all orders of the boss, as Ghala passed away.

"This is the atmosphere of the night, dear. It's the first time, isn't it, eating in a place like this?" ghala said, pulling Asha up in front of him and he held both arms around his wife.

Asha nodded, then pointed at an empty place they could occupy. "Mas, sit there?" asha said, the more enthusiastic pulled Ghala's arm.

Maghala chuckled little seeing his wife eager to enjoy street vendor food. Both of them sat on a mat.

The atmosphere of Sunday night, making Ghala stalls that have long been missed by customers, is now increasingly crowded by street children angklung entertainment.

Ashadiya was amused, his eyes twinkling brightly enjoying this kind of atmosphere. She then stared fixedly at her husband, still with a raised smile. Thanks to Asha's gaze, Ghala called out to the group of artists, invited him to sit down and chat for a moment.

Maghala offers their cooperation if they are willing to consistently come to this place to entertain their customers every weekend.

"You guys did ramean in the kancil gang area? deket. Well, JuSaMi can ngetem here. I booked from bada isya until the stalls closed around ten p.m. Fee is using a song or what?" ghala asked seriously, looking one by one at six children.

Maghala agreed, not because of money matters. He only wants Asha happy if visiting the stall at the same time provides opportunities for children who want to pick up sustenance.

"OKAY. If anyone gives tips, it's your sustenance. When the stalls start to settle, you will get a portion of free food from us. So, get home from here and get some rest. Don't snack or mabok, denger? if I know between you, the cooperation contract is broken" Ghala stared intently one by one at the faces of the street children.

"Yes, Bang. Ready it!" They were happy even though their faces were tense, either because of happiness or fear at the intimidation of Asha's husband.

Maghala Sakha then called Misnen and Dullah to save their boarding address, asking for a mobile number ala dagangnya for coordination. Do not forget to convey the rules of cooperation as well as consumption for these children. Ghala also asked the parking attendant to arrange and make room for the angklung band.

The teenagers then asked Ghala to continue their performance right when the dish for him was presented.

"Still, Maaassss! i'm happy. Gini yes, the atmosphere of the street night. Fun," said Asha, more and more sumringah looking at various foods with a seductive fragrance.

"Thanks to you, they have a place. Thank you, dear. Let's go home, rest first. Because tomorrow, it has started the investigation of Sade and Anggun" Ghala replied.

Ashadiya complained that his stomach felt full due to eating many kinds of dishes. Warm ginger tea is quite helpful in relieving pain that begins to come again.

The Cyra couple accompanied Dullah and Misnen packed up. Meditating the boys to go straight home after giving a few packs of kuching rice also various satay that is still left a little.

Shortly thereafter. Ghala pamit's.

Asha, raving along the way, asks Ghala to take her to the stall every weekend. The streets tasted various foods in tents that lined around the area. The two then shared laughter, smiles and even unfaithful babbles but comforted the heart.

When they arrived at Cyra's residence. Maghala is shocked by Hilmi's presence.

"Loh, Hilmi, what's wrong? isn't Pierre supposed to be here?" ghala asked as he parked his bike in front of the garage.

"Ehm, anu, young master. That," said Hilmi, staggered. Wanting to say something but she held it back because Asha was looking at her. She sedated beauty mistress Sakha.

"Kangen me, he said. Den, get a live promo offer and discount from apps, how, accept?" tanya Denok, showing the screen display.

"Heh, tenacious guava! nyosor aja, nih, if you want sosor," replied Hilmidar, waving his lips toward Denok who stood beside.

"Ewww! pede very!" sahut Denok, pushing Hilmi's shoulder with a pen in his hand.

"Nok, it will be discussed tomorrow, yes" replied Ghala, while looking sharply at Hilmi.

"Eyes, eyes! sayin don't like seeing Humaira!" sergeant Ghala, shaking hands in front of Hilmi's face. "Some, my gosh, Om!" exclaimed Ghala, sultry by the act of the widower. He pulled Hilmi away from the two women on the porch.

"Ni jidat could be a rival to Dejjjol for a long time, after surviving a cloud attack dukhon. If onoh appears Kafara sign, Hilmidar even said perverted," fierce Ghala, patted the arm of Janu's assistant.

"Amit-amit. Tomorrow again, the reason," Hilmidar bargained, turning toward the garage toward Maid's room beside Cyra's house.

"Don't tell me you want to pedekate with Denok. Om, he's got a cut, be careful when you talk."

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...Kan want to get out of Cyra, confirmed first yes MC effort let logical. Can't wait for the rush to end 😅....