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With hair tied back and this time by wearing pants stellan with casual style colored mocca beautified with a circular scraf neckline Aiyla.
Aiyla stepped foot into the main door of the mansion. This is the third time his foot has stepped into the same house.
Will get the same rejection as the owner of the house. His heart was filled again when Ali first invited Aiyla to enter the house.
With her appearance prepared from home, Aiyla hoped to be accepted by her husband's extended family but it was only a dream for a country girl like herself.
But this meeting will be different than before, Aiyla set foot in this house because a job is not because of part of this big family.
"Welcome lady Aiyla" said the housekeeper with a surprised look.
The woman who had worked at home for a long time must have known Aiyla's face well, the same woman who had been expelled and rejected twice in this family. I may not remember what happened that night.
"Please sit down Madam, I'll call Mr. Akhsal" the assistant said, trying to control his shock.
While walking up left Aiyla who was sitting in the guest room. Not much has changed in this living room. Still the same as before, the only difference is a photo that is familiar to Aiyla.
Photo 7 years ago, when Aiyla with Ali get happiness from their love both.
"When was the photo put there? If the photo has been there for a long time, why does not Mr Akhsal know me ? " the inner Aiyla was filled with curiosity.
The further the search for the reason, the more Aiyla did not understand. Trying to eliminate it for a moment. Now back to the initial goal of designing this large house.
He wanted to focus more on his purpose, he came here. Give the best of his ideas to the homeowner in order to make happy his clients.
"Aila... " Who is the middle-aged woman while stretching her hands forward with teary eyes.
There was a longing implied within the eyes of the woman who walked towards Aiyla. Without moving a bit Aiyla just silently sculpted.
Mrs Mustafa immediately asked why Aiyla had never picked up a phone call from him and cut ties just like that. Surprisingly the woman was not angry but worried about the circumstances of Aiyla and her son who did not give news.
"I'm sorry Madam," Aiyla replied with a smiling face and guilt.
After a few minutes of talking with the Madam the owner of the house now Aiyla directly to the room that will be redesigned by him and added one more room in the main room.
"Include Aiyla, this is Azizah your sister-in-law" Mustafa said, smiling.
The woman who was not much different from her age extended her hand in front of Aiyla. He greeted the hand with a smile.
But it seems that the woman is not so good to respond to Aiyla's attitude. Showing that he was the only son-in-law in the family from the glances of sharp eyes stared at Aiyla.
Mistress Mustafa did not see the expression of her son-in-law, like two different sides of a currency. At the time before Aiyla, it only looks sour and wrinkled face. But when Aiyla with mistress Mustafa looks so sweet and friendly.
Azizah showed two attitudes at once to Ailya in the big house. The attitude of not accepting the presence of Aiyla in this house, as if the presence of Aiyla threatened the power and luxury that Azizah had long had.
"Why did Akhsal bring in the woman of the village," Azizah said with a face that looked displeased.
After discussing in Akhsal and changing a little concept that has been chosen Akhsal because it must be adjusted to the location to be changed.
"Aila... How is my nephew saying" asked Akhsal with mixed feelings in his heart.
His heart twitched after hearing this word from the man beside him. In disbelief at what his ears heard that this man was asking about his son.
"What's with this family, will they have accepted the two of them to be part of their extended family? " Inner Aiyla with curiosity.
Only one person refused his presence in this house. But Aiyla felt that the thing she could not say could only be felt. Mr. Akhsal seemed to keep the secret behind his friendly attitude, in contrast to his wife who blatantly disliked him.
Only Mr and Mrs Mustafa, this couple who warmly welcomed the presence of Aiyla.
The couple were thrilled when they both found out that the man who redesigned his private room in their home was the son-in-law of his own family.
They endlessly praised Aiyla and thanked her for coming to their house. Ali's brother was also happy for his decision to choose interior design services from Harun's office.
Thus he can take his father's heart for this action he has done.
"Well Aiyla tomorrow bring Azzam here, his grandfather misses his grandson very much" said Mrs Mustafa with a very happy face.
But there was a corner of the big house that was the figure of a woman who stared intently at him. As if to pounce on him alive Aiyla.
Trying to be calm and not provoked by the response of his brother-in-law. Replying to his sister-in-law's response casually as usual he responded to the woman.
Ali was only a brother, Mr. Akhsal, it seems that Mr. Mustafa's business was managed by his eldest son since he was struck by a stroke.
This information Aiyla got from Mistress Mustafa and the wife of Akhsal was the housewife who had given this family three daughters.
"Trus what caused the woman to be unhappy with me, we are both sons-in-law of this great family. Azizah had gotten everything from this rich family. What caused the woman to dislike him? " Inner Aiyla after entering the taxi.
Taxi cars sped away from the big, luxurious house. Finally the task Aiyla had done professionally had been completed. Before returning to the office Aiyla will stop by somewhere.