NOT AN ORDINARY SON-IN-LAW

CHAPTER 73. FLAVOR

By evening.

Hilmidar waits for Denok in the courtyard beside Cyra's dwelling. He sent her a message an hour ago. Although it did not get a reply, but the writing was read by the girl.

Now, the handsome widower of mature age was ready to bring a girl to talk about something about him.

"Where are you going?" ask Denok, sing lips, a sign of annoyance on his holiday in nosy.

The ayu girl stood leaning against the door frame, unraveling her long hair that was still half wet. He also only wore shorts above the knee combined with a tight t-shirt that scored clear curves, making Hilmidar painstakingly avert his eyes.

Hilmi was only able to point with her index finger towards the outside of the garage, without being able to say anything. He momentarily recalled Maghala's message to always keep his eyes on. His heart worked hard to say a prayer and ordered the brain to put the neck nerves to relax the muscles so that the head was slightly lowered.

"Where?" asked Denok again looking intently at Hilmi.

"Ehm, change clothes first. Just to the cafe near here, coffee."

Hilmi tries to leave the girl. However, instead of going inside to change clothes to make it more polite, Denok instead breezed away just like that.

"No!" call Hilmi when they are aligned.

"Ehm, what?" the answer was short, not looking at Hilmi.

"Change the clothes, gini time anyway?" hilmi said as she pulled Denok's arm, until the girl stopped.

"And just ahead. Why anyway? I use snikers too, the hype of young people," replied Asha's assistant.

"No. Change clothes first!" Hilmi pulls Denok inside despite rejection from the girl.

"Deliver, Sir."

"Now, please do. Don't kayak that. People's views will not be good later to you," said Hilmi, standing in front of Denok.

"Mbak Haifa wore a sexy dress really, right there her husband," Denok replied suddenly remembered Haifa when the maid told him about the elegance of Magenta women, to make Hilmi very loyal to his wife.

Hilmidar closed, taking a deep breath. "Haifa contract for the rest of the month and lost when he got the job. He was crying for my permission because if it does not continue, there will be many sanctions and plans to resign from the model world will not be passed" said Hilmi remembered the old story with the wife.

"Then it's his business with me, what?" insist Denok, waiting for Hilmi's answer.

Janu's assistant, stared intently at the bead of the girl's eyes in front. He just wanted to protect Denok from the mischievous sight of the hungry men. Also as a reminder that Denok can start to keep his aura. Just like in Haifa, only, love dominates Hilmi more when protective of one of Magenta's relatives.

"Dear."

Hilmi looked down after one word. He turned around, walked slowly to the front of the garage and chose to wait in his car. That's if Denok is still willing to go.

"Huh?"

Denok did not necessarily believe, he momentarily digested a word full of meaning from the widower. His lips reviewed the smile, then the head also lowered to hide a face that felt blushing.

Without anyone's command, Denok entered the residence, even now half-run to quickly arrive in his room.

The loose trouser, long-sleeved dark brown shirt is now clad in Denok's slender body. Not to forget, the hairpiece he pinned on the right so that his hair is neatly arranged. After a spray of lime and rose scented perfume soaked the nape of his neck and wrist, Denok stepped out confidently.

Calm face without makeup looks perfect with the overall appearance now. He walked down with an occasional smile on his face. Now, Denok arrives at the side of Hilmi's car and knocks on his glass twice.

Tuk. Tuk.

For a moment, Hilmi was glued until the sound of the door opening made her return to nature.

"Well, gini is more beautiful" said Hilmi while avoiding the woman's soft fragrance.

Instantly the memory of when urging Denok in the car a few months ago, reappeared. The same smell as that night. Smiles also decorate the face of the handsome widower, as the pace of their vehicle left the Cyra residence.

Small talk becomes a word opener before a serious conversation is uttered. Hilmi chooses honest rather than Denok wrongly thought.

"Thank you, it's been used. It was set to connect with me," said Hilmi, pointing to the watch Denok wore, like his.

"Ehm, said Den Ghala. Thanks .... Now what do you want to say?" asked Denok impatiently, his time was almost up.

"I want to be your friend because Maghala and Asha are my responsibility as well. I need you to coordinate. If our communication is not good, how can we work together?" hilmi explained her point.

"Yeah, kirain fuck. Far away here kirain to sleep," seloroh Denok, chuckling just like that.

Hilmi laughed lightly, it seemed like Denok was not as bad as expected.

"I've never dated, Nok. Once upon a time, Haifa asked me to be her husband. So sorry if you can't be gentle with a woman" said Hilmi, sipping her coffee to relieve groggyness.

"Say maid, you love and love very much the same Non Haifa," asked Denok curious.

Hilmi nodded. He admits, Haifa everything.

"Love since she was in elementary school. And yes, I adore him" replied Hilmi.

Denok smiled bitterly, very different from his old household life that was new for corn. He was forced to choose to separate when faced with two choices between a doctor's diagnosis or a duakan.

Hilmi knew that Denok's marriage lasted only two years due to the intervention of her husband's family. He also understood the bad decision Denok took at that time. Staying away from both parents because of shame until when his mother's father was not there, Denok was only able to see the funeral procession from afar.

"Now, if one day there is a growing sense between us, will you not stay away from me? Haifa is too perfect, and I am now immersed in memories and have almost no place to go home" said Hilmi honestly, staring fixedly at the woman in front.

Denok. She's afraid.

"Ghala said I had to open this so that there would be no misunderstanding."

"Me," Denok replied hesitantly, he still lowered his head while playing the end of his fingernails.

Denok understood the meaning behind all Hilmi's words. The widower wanted to unravel the happy memories of being with his ex-wife so that other women could get into the recesses. Between the brain and the qalbu no longer synchronized, he was tormented. Hilmi needs a friend to release fatigue while Denok craves a figure like Hilmi.

Denok admitted, Hilmi's character for a moment made him comfortable. Firm, responsive, caring until sometimes the attention she dreams of is on her future husband, even if he still wants to build a household.

"No!"

"Ehm, I'm scared. Let it go like this first, okay?" her door, raised a face looking towards Hilmi.

The man nodded. He wanted to hear Denok's talk about the meaning of family. "Your goal when you're in a relationship with someone, is it still the same as before?" ask Hilmi.

Denok. "No. If now if you meet a suitable one, either married again or not. You must have found out about me, right?" accuse Denok, while glancing towards Hilmi. "My intention is just to have a confiding friend who can freely say anything. Not demanding to have...."

Hilmi understood, she nodded quickly. They both need friends.

"I get. Hopefully our communication will be much better. Let it go like this, right?" hilmi said, smiling at a glance when looking at the woman ayu in front.

Denok nodded to the words of the widower. Let everything go right. Until that sense of comfort slowly turns into a need then addicted to each other.

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Next morning.

Maghala had just finished helping Asha prepare to continue therapy to the hospital when Hilmi knocked on her bedroom door.

"Sir, there are guests" said the assistant.

"Who?" ghala said as she opened the door as the two were about to leave the room.

"Archiba Diazae's. Wanted to apologize for withdrawing the lawsuit," Hilmi said.

Maghala Sakha. He then requested that Hilmi who met the guest because she was waiting by Adhisty and Alka lawyers for the signing of the grant issue.

Not yet completed the problem of Archiba, Denok also reported about the Sadana family envoy.

Feeling scuffed by the opponent, Maghala chose to retreat. Ask her assistants to take care of them and meet two days later in the courtroom. There was pain when he saw Asha who still often looked down when talking about Sade. Although he had removed the traces from his female body, Ghala was anxious if Asha had any trauma.

Patrianusa says all files are complete. This means that Adhisty will begin to be examined intensively after tomorrow. For this reason, all the transfer of power in Cyra's company will be delegated to Alka at this time.

Hilmi and Denok head to the living room as directed by Maghala while Cyra's partner to Adhisty's workspace.

"Ghala, let's sign" said the mother-in-law when she saw Maghala arrive.

"Here, Ghala. Later Hilmi also sign as your representative in Cyra." Alka shifted her position as Ghala approached the table.

"Good, Brother."

After all the documents were signed, only Hilmi's part remained, Adhisty opened the conversation for the two men before him.

"Mama apologizes to Alka, Asha and Ghala. Sorry mama yes, that's it," said the middle-aged woman can not be seen one by one her daughter's son.

Asha instantly sowed into her mother's embrace. Expressing sadness because after this Adhisty will be in the midfielder to the police during the investigation. There is a sense of unbearability but his testimony is important so that Sade gets a lesson worth it.

Adhisty doesn't blame Ghala or anyone else. He is self-aware of being wrong, and this is part of the process of penance between people. He only hoped that God would still be kind enough to extend his life in order to repent.

All of Cyra's treasures have been divided equally. Adhisty will build a house for Asha and Ghala as his last gift. Alka's embrace of the mama increasingly makes the atmosphere of the workspace blue. Ghala just looked down, her heart was tight. The sound of a knock on the door, a sign that Hilmi has managed to resist the insistence and persuasion of both opponents of Ghala. They also broke the embrace.

"Ghala, pick Asha up. You know, you are more than capable of doing everything. You are no ordinary daughter-in-law. Mama apologizes, sorry mama yes, Ghala," said Adhisty this time staring at the young master Magenta.

Maghala slowly bent her knees. He is now resting under Adhisty's feet. "Sorry Ghala yes, Ma. Sorry," great-grandson of Ghala.

Adhisty trough, he helped lower his body position, and now hugged the son-in-law for a moment. Patting the shoulder also removed the trace of sadness from the owner of the handsome face.

"Mama sincere. Bless you, son," said Adhisty, then got up and prepared for the office to announce the transfer of power to Alka and Hilmi.

Tomorrow, Ashadiya's inner turmoil will begin.

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