The Ruler's Love Contract

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Half an hour later...

I was sitting with my husband and Owdie. We talked for a while and soon mom came home from the market. My husband immediately greeted my mother and introduced her to Owdie. I saw Owdie was so polite to my mother-in-law. He also kissed her hands like his own. It seems Owdie is already accustomed to following the traditions and cultural customs here.

"So this is brother Rain?" My mother-in-law asked.

"Yes, Mom. Owdie was the closest brother to me in the organization." Husband answered.

"Oh, so. It just so happens that someone comes. I just bought some fruit. We're making some fruit soup, right?" My mother-in-law smiled at Owdie.

I don't know why I saw Owdie's eyes inundated. Maybe he felt haru or also envious of my husband for having found mother. Little did my husband tell me about all his foster siblings who were raised as children by their grandmothers and grandparents there. Without knowing where their mother and father are. I also try to understand the sadness that hit Owdie. She must have missed her mother a lot.

My own husband, Rain, patted Owdie on the shoulder. He rubbed his brother's back as he went into the kitchen. And since I don't want to disturb the atmosphere, I say goodbye to them.

"Sister Owdie, Ara go to the kitchen first." I say goodbye to my husband's brother.

Owdie just nodded. It was like he refused to answer my words. Maybe he felt it was hard to put out a word or two at the moment. I also tried to cover it up.

"Good cooking, dear." However, my husband seemed to be trying to break the sadness that enveloped his brother by joking at me.

"Yes. Wait a minute." I rushed to the kitchen too.

I let for a moment the two foster brothers sit in a chat. I'm heading to the kitchen to help mom make some fruit soup. I also want to know how the Turkish version of fruit soup. Yes, sometimes there are different ones.

A few minutes later...

I was sitting at the kitchen table peeling and slicing the tropical fruits I bought. There are mangoes, melons, pears, avocados and various other types of fruit that seems to be deliberately bought by the mother to make soup. I bought not much. Each of these fruits consists of only one to two. However, my eyes were fixed on one knot of curvature that existed. I secretly tasted it without my mother knowing.

Hm, it tastes good.

Of course it tastes good. At first I did not like this fruit. But over time love dies. Eating alone can run out some ties. It was really unexpected. Either because of hunger or hunger. Now I really like the snoring.

"Your husband has a lot of foster siblings there, son. How many have you met?" ask my mother-in-law.

Mom is arranging her groceries. There is a large size of liquid milk and also UHT that can be drunk immediately. Unfortunately, there is no chocolate milk of my favorite. I just kept eating in front of my mom. Without shame because it would be covered also can not. The seeds of longanity that I set aside must have been discovered by him. I'm just gonna relax.

"To know that Ara is only two of her closest relatives. Yesterday I met all of his brothers. Maybe because Ara was already known by the organization so it should not leave the apartment without clothes covered." I'm expecting.

"Oh, I deserve it. Rain wants to protect you, son. Therefore he asked you to wear clothes that are all covered when out of the house. Just understand it." Mother took the fruits that I had cut into small pieces.

"Yes, Mom. Ara also had time to think about wearing such clothes. But Ara can't afford it." I'm being honest with my mother-in-law.

My mother-in-law smiled. "Slowly. I will get used to it too. What matters is that Ara's heart is ready first." Mom rubbed my head.

Upon receiving a swipe from him, I felt that the arid wilderness had suddenly become frozen with snow. The desert then blossomed and eventually became a plain filled with green trees. Maybe that's how I felt when I was loved by my mother-in-law.

Until now my husband has not done a DNA test to ascertain whether the middle-aged woman in front of me is his biological mother or not. She believes that her mother is her real mother. And I followed him too. But hopefully one day we can get his assurances. So that life in the future can be calmer. May the best always be with our family.

By lunchtime...

I just delivered fruit soup to my husband and his brother. They both seemed very happy to be served fruit soup that refreshes the throat. After delivering the fruit soup, I went back to the kitchen to help mom make lunch. But, I just looked at it by sitting quietly in front of the kitchen table. Mother takes care of everything.

Beautiful to be a pregnant woman who is all pampered. Want this to just say, want it just ask. But not a few also pregnant women who work hard while pregnant with their children. I admire their struggle.

Now I sit down and eat the fruit soup I made. It turns out that the soup uses goat's milk. I rejected it raw because the smell was less so I liked it. As a result, I replaced it with canned milk here. And it doesn't taste much different from the fruit soup in my country. The difference is only in the list of fruits because dates are added.

"What?!" Not long after I heard Owdie's voice scream. I don't know what happened there.

"Mother?" I also looked at my mother.

"Let's just be honest, there's your husband. We wait for those who say it themselves." My mother asked me to stay in the kitchen.

Don't know what's going on, I've been told. Suddenly I heard the voice of my husband's brother who was like being surprised instead of playing. I got up to see them from behind the door. I want to eavesdrop on the conversation that's happening.

"He was willing to change the order of the organization. Then did any of you reject him?"

I saw Owdie talking on his phone. It turns out he was getting a call. My husband was waiting for the phone to be finished.

What's up, huh? Why does his face look so upset?

I don't know what's going on. But it felt like something had happened in the organization. I'd better keep quiet until my husband tells me about it himself. He will be honest with me. There is nothing to cover up from us.