NOT AN ORDINARY SON-IN-LAW

CHAPTER 9. RECOGNIZING THE CHARACTER OF CYRA

Maghala looked through the tail of the eye, if Asha noticed herself from under the covers. He also smiled.

An hour Maghala spent unboxing videos of all the sample products she had. Upload to the sales account and then prepare the content concept tomorrow morning. Not to forget, Ghala took the time to reply to some incoming messages on his phone before going to bed.

Asha still had not closed even though her eyelids felt very heavy. The wall clock has shown twelve o'clock exactly, the longest time he was awake at night. Adhisty's youngest daughter is still curious about what Ghala is doing.

Maghala realized his wife had not slept, she was worried that Asha was in pain from a scar or that her fetus could not be compromised.

With shaky steps, a tired face and my eyes a sign of drowsiness, Maghala approached Asha's bed.

"Not sleeping yet? is anyone sick? or hungry?" ghala asked, Asha's mouth has a key. If he didn't start, Asha wouldn't have said anything.

As usual, Asha just shook her head. He pulled his blanket up to the neckline and lay on his side, turning his back on Ghala.

"Here, I'm upset, let your feet warm" Ghala said.

The patient man grabbed the rubbing oil on the medicine shelf on the nightstand and then opened the blanket and put it on the soles of Asha's feet.

"He is very sensitive" inwardly Asha, perverting a secret smile.

After confirming the medium temperature air conditioning, Asha's blanket tightly closed her body, Maghala returned to the sofa. In less than five minutes, Ghala had explored dreamland.

Day-time activities are draining, while night confiscates the hard work in his brain makes Maghala sleep hours chaotic. Because of this spate of different world jobs, his body weight decreased dramatically.

Maghala's breakfast this time is the new nickname Alka who began pinning on her.

"Morning, Bebegig paddy field. More like you," kekeh Alka while pulling a chair at the dining table. One corner of his lips was pulled upwards, forming a mocking smile.

"Cumplit ya, benalu, babu, unemployment, now satanic rice fields," said Adhisty, laughing cheerfully. He reached the table several times a sign that he agreed with Alka.

Maghala does not have the energy to serve two residents who often provoke his emotions, have memorized their habits. He chose silence and left the dining room towards the room. He must be good at managing the time so that all the work can be completed according to the deadline. Maghala wants what he is working on right now to be effective and efficient.

After the departure of the Cyra family members, Ghala was quick to clean up all the morning mess. Do homework that piles up as usual.

Asha no longer lusted out of the room if Ghala had gone back into their room. What the man did on the sofa attracted more attention than the atmosphere outside even though Cyra's residence was very spacious.

"Asha, you want to come out? but I can't keep going for long" Ghala said, crouching in front of Asha's wheelchair offering a morning walk around the Mansion.

"No," shrewdly Asha lowered her head, she was disinclined at the face by the shady eye bead belonging to the man in front.

"I'll get you some fruit? a juice? A snack?" bargain Ghala before he struggled to steal time to create content.

Asha nodded, her right hand she raised up, then pointed towards the door as a sign she wanted to come with Maghala to the kitchen.

"Come on, we go to the kitchen and get the rations," Kekeh Ghala pushed Asha's wheelchair like he was playing with an early boy.

Before long, the two returned with plenty of food and fruit. "Don't be afraid to run out, I'll buy again. The baby has to have a lot of nutrition, you too" Ghala said as she pushed her wheelchair up the side of the bed.

"That" pointed Asha towards the sofa she had rarely visited since being occupied by Ghala.

"Would you see me working?" ghala asked, because it is not usual for Asha to ask for this.

The lady nodded. Maghala pushed Asha towards there. He sat down, grabbing the brown map he tucked under the chair.

No more chats, Ghala coolly researching files, connecting his phone with a headset to focus more on listening to Hilmi's voice in the distance.

"Okay, young master. What you suspect is exactly the same as mine" the assistant added.

"Later tonight we continue again. I have to do something" Ghala said, feeling Asha watching from the moment she spoke.

"Well," Hilmi's voice was heard as the headset slipped off Ghala's phone.

This opportunity was also used by Maghala to ask permission from Asha using a laptop that was lying on a dressing table.

Young Master Magenta, give a sweet smile to his wife. "Asha, can I borrow your laptop?" tanya Ghala pointed towards the dressing table.

Asha followed Ghala's line of sight, then nodded several times.

Feeling compelled to make clear that Asha was not mistaken, Ghala said later that night she should investigate a financial statement, the duty of someone she cares about so much.

Again, Asha just nodded. He then focused on finishing the meal while Ghala left the room for the next task.

"I'm fine, ring a bell if you need anything" Maghala said before leaving the room.

Right on the Maghreb, the tough man brought a tray of food for Asha and himself. He minimizes nighttime interaction with the Cyra family, after all they will immediately enter the room after dinner.

Since bada isya, Maghala starts to open Asha's laptop, ask Cyra's WiFi password and start exploring. Her memory back at Alka's profile was also the plan of her brother-in-law that she had heard a while ago.

"Okay, we continue to mumpung Hilmi not yet online" said Ghala, while glancing at the bed Asha.

Jemari Maghala is agile to make a code, trying to recognize the password of Alka's account so that it can hack freely. Just a few minutes, Ghala's smile came back, he was looking at the information about his brother-in-law.

"That is true of Alka in all her ways" Ghala still seemed to find treasure. His eyes flashed a twinkle of happiness.

"It's anyway. Ckck, have a heart, you're the same as bribing each other. Magenta and Cyra," complained Maghala.

Asha who was showing from afar was so curious that she was agitated on the bed. Unknowingly, Ashadiya was too wide rolling up to the side of the bed.

"Asha!" ghala exclaimed, running as fast as he could, when his wife almost fell from rolling here and there.

"Call me, don't be quiet if you want to say something" he added, carrying Asha's body into the middle of the bed.

"I'm sorry if all my negligence caused you this way. I know, I'm sorry I didn't turn things around, but please don't make me feel more guilty huh," he said.

If Alka spent a lot of money on various accounts, allegedly for the women. So she, recognizing the character of Asha as the neglected daughter of the Cyra family. Adhisty didn't even ask her about her daughter's medical condition.

"I'm sorry, if I don't fully understand you, yeah. Forgive me, Asha," said Ghala, staring at Asha, as guilt lingered in her heart.

Asha was confused, this was not the intent of the agitation. Wanted to say no but he was always locked in by Ghala's shady gaze.

"Not that, Ghala. I just want to...."

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