The Love of the Past

Son-in-law Unliked

Nayra did not know what to do, how she took the heart of her father-in-law, how else she prepared her mentality to face her mother Arkha.

"Dear, you haven't had a bath yet, have you? With a ja yuk!" take Arkha with a flirtatious smile.

"No ah, you go there first, you change."

"Sin, reject the husband." Arkha continued to tease his wife.

"Arkha, please .. don't force." Nayra looked sullen and lost the mood instantly.

"Well, I'll take a shower first."

"Yes. Don't you take it long."

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Nayra is neat with a dark green dress with long arms up to the wrist. The dress looked very elegant despite being just simple, the piece of cloth covered up to her knees. In addition he wears high heels in black, adding a perfect impression on him.

Arkha stood beside Nayra while knocking on her parents' door. Nayra's heart was out of shape, her hands were cold, she occasionally took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

Before long, the housekeeper opened the door and let her in. It looks like the two in-laws are sitting relaxing in the living room, like deliberately waiting for the presence of the child and his daughter-in-law.

"Good night, sir, Miss, please come in" Bi Nur greeted his young master. Not to forget Nayra handed over the cake that had been purchased at a famous bakery when leaving.

"Good night, Bi." Nayra replied with a smile of Arkhah, while Arkha only nodded slowly at Bi Nur.

The couple went inside, swinging their steps towards the living room located in the corner of the right room.

"Night, Pa, Ma." Arkha approached her parents, and Nayra followed her husband.

"What a beauty to my son-in-law" said Fira in pleasantries. He stood looking at Nayra from top to bottom. Not to forget once in a while the woman beribarkhan hand fan held.

Nayra only commented on the thin smile mixed with groggy. All this time her mother-in-law always behaved sweetly in front of Arkha alone. Unlike when Nayra was only alone with the middle-aged woman, there must always be a remark that would eat her heart.

Fira and the Duke immediately took the child and his daughter-in-law to rush to the dining table. The clock shows at 19:30, they should have come early, because the streets are crowded enough to make them late to their parents' house.

"Oh yes, Mama Sama Bi Nur cooked your favorite food, dear. Let's eat!" take Fira to Arkha. He loved that only boy.

"Yes, Ma."

Arkha walked as he wrapped his right hand around Nayra's waist. Arriving at the dining table, Fira and the Duke sat side by side, while Nayra and Arkha on the opposite side also sat side by side.

At the dining table there are various kinds of menus that are served, such as rendang, broccoli, grilled gurame, and also squid, complete with a variety of sambal in the middle.

"Take ya, the food?" bargain Fira on Nayra.

"No need Ma, thank you. Nayra can take it for herself."

The plate in front of Arkha was lifted Nayra and poured enough rice, and took Arkha's favorite side dish, namely rendang, and spicy squid sauce.

The Duke's simple dinner was enough to create a warm atmosphere between his son-in-law and his father-in-law. The Duke was indeed a man who did not talk much, even to his daughter-in-law once. He only spoke as necessary. Not because he did not like Nayra, but the Duke rarely communicated with the opposite sex since adolescence and carried on until now with his son-in-law.

After the dinner was over, they rushed to the lounge, there was a television and also a massage chair that was always a favorite place of the Duke in the tired after a day of work.

"Look, it's Pa!" Fira showed a photo of the friend in question, who she said already had two grandchildren. Though his intention just wanted to make Nayra hurt.

Arkha looks cute not responding to the chatter of his mother, he is more focused on the newspaper he read, while Nayra, he focuses on television broadcasts in front of him.

"Ma, don't be noisy!" Irsan said with a puff.

 

"O yes, speaking of children, when are you going to give us grandchildren?" ask Fira like quip.

Finally Arkha spoke up after he listened to the voice of his mother who had always been chattering about children.

"Ma, we've also been working. So just wait for the results," said Arkha ended the discussion about children. He understood that at this time Nayra's feelings must have been upset due to discussing the matter of pregnancy.

"Arkha, Papa and Mama already really want nimang grandchildren, actually among you who the hell is the problem?" chirp Fira with a rough.

"Ma, stop. Don't keep pushing them, pity. We are patient." The Duke snapped, he really did not like to hear the commotion.

Duke and Arkha then talked about the development of business in their company. Arkha as the sole heir is highly expected Irsan to become a worthy and well-equipped leader like himself.

Nayra and Fira who had been silent since before while playing her phone did not understand the chatter of the men. Moments later, Fira suddenly invites Nayra to come with her to the upper room.

"Nayra, come with Mama to the room, yuk! Mama wants to give you something."

Nayra with a look of doubt as if she wanted to refuse, but there was no way she was being disrespectful to her mother-in-law.

"Ah, yes, Ma." Nayra moved up and followed Fira up the stairs.

In the room, Fira immediately showered ARa with questions that hurt her.

"Where is Arkha's wife? Yes it must be good dong, right my son is rich, you ask anything must be loved, right?" Fira grinned, her eyes looking very sharp looking at Nayra.

"What does Mama mean?"

"Devil, don't pretend to be innocent! I know you only want my son's money, right?"

"No, Ma. I never thought about it."

 

"Instead, you are not pregnant yet. You were intentional, right? So you don't want to bother taking care of the child from Arkha? Intentionally draining my son's treasure? You took the Pill, right?" The woman continued to corner Nayra.

“Enough, Ma! Don't equate me with the woman out there. I've been patient this whole time with Mama. Stop accusing me of being a no-no!”

Finally Nayra managed to get out the words that she had been silent about. He ventured because he could not stand the treatment of his mother-in-law.

Plaque!

A hard slap landed on Nayra's left cheek. He was so surprised and held his hot cheek as a result of the handprints of the in-laws.

"Nonsense, who are you to dare to yell at me?"