NOT AN ORDINARY SON-IN-LAW

CHAPTER 8. MAGHALA

Maghala paused the confusion about the figure of Alka because the dawn of the azan echoed. He approached back to Asha's bed to help her wudhu.

"Salat first, if still sleepy, after dhikr later you can bob again. I woke up at breakfast" Ghala said.

Maghala let Asha train alone to control his wheelchair if ablution. Asha's hands and feet were still stiff enough that she needed help and supervision.

At exactly five o'clock, Ghala headed for the kitchen, looking at the breakfast menu for the morning. Without a lot of words, he started working on everything as Adhisty wanted.

Thirty minutes, all dishes for breakfast, have been nicely presented at the dinner table. However, there was Adhisty who seemed dissatisfied if the morning was not started by berating Maghala.

"I told you that that morning I was wearing a crystal cup that I bought in Germany, not this!" adhisty exclaimed loudly while pointing at the clear cup sparkling despite the different models.

"They're the same, Ma. Germany is also just different. Mama said the other day do not use the usual cup because there is a little crack," replied Ghala, stating the reason.

Not happy his son-in-law began to dare to oppose speech, the contents in the cup also moved to Ghala's body. Adhisty doused the well-dressed man.

"Start ngeyel if said! what I usually wear. Tell me who the hell, change the habits? you always messed up my morning mood!" sue Adhisty again.

Maghala scooped up her face which was splashed by the warm tea. The clothes are wet now. He then squatted down to wipe the floor so that the liquid spill did not make Adhisty slip.

"Bad! what do you want?" adhsity said, shifting his standing position as Ghala began crouching.

Duk! The leg then kicked Ghala's body until he fell.

"Astaghfirullah's. I want to get rid of that spill, Ma. Don't want to look," Maghala denied, pointing to a puddle on the floor.

"Ngapain ngintip. Noh, his son is still smooth, I'm fine," Ghala's mind.

Adhisty seemed dissatisfied at Ghala's remark, he stomped his feet in a puddle of tea spills and sat down on a chair and began to enjoy breakfast.

Pratts. Ghala's face was splashed back by the spill.

"Patience, patience," murmured Ghala continued wiping the floor.

Alka joined the mother at the dinner table. The man looked fresher even though Ghala knew Alka was up all night.

"Ghalas! coffee where coffee!" tanya Alka patted Ghala on the shoulder with a spoon.

"I made it up briefly. The coffee is ready to be brewed" Maghala said as he got up with a wet washcloth to the kitchen.

Before long, Maghala brought Alka's requested coffee as well as warm green tea with the crystal cup that Adhisty wanted.

"You want to make my lips wretch, Ghala!" yelled Adhisty again, this time he threw the cup held towards Ghala.

"Awh! Innalady. Heat, Ma," said Maghala spontaneously, rubbing his chest so as not to blister and trying to catch the cup so as not to fall.

"What the hell, Ma. The cup is troublesome. It was true, even replace it again will add to the problem. Udah tau mantu babu is slow," Alka's lips while sipping coffee.

"This morning your coffee is delicious. If not, then this coffee will be everywhere," continued Alka this time intended for his sister-in-law.

Maghala chose to remain silent and stood back away from the dining table, so that this morning passed quickly. There was still Asha who he had to take care of as well as another pile of work.

Maghala just nodded while giving a sign of okay with her right hand.

The departure of the riotous duo Cyra made Maghala a little relieved. He then headed to his room to see if Asha was awake or still asleep. Ghala will do all the tasks until finished first so that she can focus in the room taking care of Ashadiya.

Maghala sakha did all the morning chores quickly. The fish pond he drain assisted one of the gardeners who pityed on him.

At ten o'clock, all work was done. Maghala headed to the room carrying breakfast as well as lunch for her and Asha.

Fortunately, Ashadiya did not waste much time on Ghala today so he could focus on working on some promotional videos for the sales account he had just created. Maghala learned some tutorials on how to become an online affiliate shop.

Until Asar, Maghala is still struggling with a sales account in one of the apks. He fills and arranges his storefront nicely. Including detailed information is also another supporting thing.

Some of the videos he made were uploaded twenty minutes ago. Maghala hung up her phone while she prayed and took care of Asha. Do some homework and cook for dinner.

Towards the Maghrib, Maghala returned to his room. He opened an account this afternoon. How surprised Ghala, when he saw the viewer of his account increased in a short time. There are even those who send messages asking for stock availability.

"Alhamdulillah tsumma Alhamdulillah. Asha, doain ya," exclaimed Ghala happily while Asha only bengong did not understand.

Ashadiya Cyra saw Maghala today much silent, the man was busy working on something he did not understand.

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It has been more than a week Maghala added to the busy work on business that he still kept secret from Asha. Almost every day Ghala gets some sample products from distributors that he promotes his products.

Makian, heaps of daily tasks he still does and accepts. Adhisty even began to reduce the allotment of fees for the purposes of Asha.

As soon as that step, if the night, Ghala often live for an hour before going to bed. After that, check the Magenta group file while making a call with Hilmi discussing the mission of Janu.

"Asha, Alhamdulillah. I have savings again. What do you want to buy? does he want anything?" ghala asked one night before Asha went to sleep, pointing to his wife's stomach.

Asha shook her head slowly, this baby was not present at her will so she did not care. Maghala sat on the side of the bed, showing the balance of the results of online sales at one of the apks.

"Pray me yes, so we can physiotherapy to a special hospital of bones and nerves. Money from Mama is only enough for physiotherapy for one year, not including the cost of giving birth later. I want you to recover and start training again" Ghala said, wiping Asha's fingers.

"He em," replied Asha briefly, nodding as usual.

"Sleep. I still have to live promo and do something, trust from someone. Don't stay up late, it's not good for your fetus" Ghala said gently, rising from Asha's bed after rubbing the top of his wife's head.

Ashadiya Cyra chose not to immediately shut down that night, she wanted to see Maghala for longer. The intonation of a gentle voice when talking to him, the man's charming smile, the smell of the body if he approaches, as well as the infinite patience make Ashadiya amazed.

"You're so tough, you've never shown weakness in front of me. Act like a husband even if I'm cold to you. Maghala sakha, spirit yes, my prayer for you," said Asha, watching Ghala from the bed.

"After this child is born, will you divorce me, Mas Ghala?" inner Asha, gamang.

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