NOT AN ORDINARY SON-IN-LAW
CHAPTERS 1. FORCED FOR ASHA

The man with a shabby appearance, sat outside the operating room of a hospital.

Netra the young man closed, Maghala's face looked pale, his head was dizzy with ears buzzing. His blood had just taken up to three pumpkins for the girl he saved last night.

"That's golden. I hope he's okay. My fault is Robb," complained Maghala, pressing the base of the eyebrows to ward off pain in the head.

Suddenly a voice surprised him.

"Huh, I don't want to know! anyway you should be responsible for taking care of my daughter until she is fully healed. The doctor said that Asha would be disabled!" a woman's voice jolted at him, standing in front of Ghala, ruffled by his waist.

The young man suspected that the woman in front was the victim's family. Maghala raised her head. "In what way?" ghala asked, the netra on the pale face looked softly.

"Because you were the cause of my daughter's accident, but also the savior of her life. Then you must devote yourself to Asha and the Cyra family if you do not want to enter the house on charges of negligence to threaten someone's life" Adhisty fervently said, he is the owner of a shoe company with a well-known brand, Cyra.

"You sure that's all? because the doctor told me so many other things, Madam," Maghala replied again, momentarily shutting down.

The deg! Adhisty. He suspected this young man knew the disgrace of his daughter.

"You!" furious at the Madam, clenched her hands with both eyes widened.

"Married to me, Ma. Gentle dong be a man!" cibir Alka, standing side-by-side leaning on the pole.

"You're forcing me to marry him not just because of those two things, are you?" maghala was still sitting on the bench.

"Anyways, you have to take responsibility. What would my son be? he's disabled because of you!" cecar Adhisty, grabbed the collar of Maghala's shirt with both hands and then smashed roughly.

Maghala knew that marrying a pregnant woman because another man was a makruh, even if it was legally valid. He also looked for a moment.

The crying voice of the middle-aged woman who was now sitting on the bench, greatly made her conscience stirred even though half-heartedly felt forced.

Imagining the girl was desperate to find out that she was disabled. Depressed cries or even attempted suicide haunt Maghala's mind.

As a sense of responsibility, as well as to save the dignity of a girl, Maghala finally agreed. He's resigned to where the fate line will take him.

"good. I'll marry your daughter" Maghala said a few hours later.

The marriage was in the title tomorrow even though Asha was not aware.

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Ashadiya Cyra was stunned when Adhisty said that the man with this simple appearance was her husband.

Looking at the right hand and foot in the cast using the restraining board, his head on the bandage, made Asha instantly shout.

"Mama, what about the art show that will be held next week? I've worked my way through the selection ... but this?!" pekik Asha was desperate.

Adhisty calmed down, saying that he would undergo treatment everywhere so that his hands could be used to paint again even though the recovery period was rather long.

"No! what's my fault, God!" shouts Asha again, her head shakes quickly a sign she does not accept fate.

"You, because of you, right. It's because of you!" furious Asha looked towards Maghala with a sharp gaze.

"I'm sorry. Sorry," Maghala said staring back at his wife.

Guilt haunts Maghala. The daily life after Asha was allowed to go home did not necessarily make him relieved. Shouts, scorn, sneers into breakfast young miss Cyra's husband.

"Ghalaaaa! let it go, why!" yelled Adhisty at six in the morning in the dining room. He jerked his shoes until he made a noise.

Cyra's daughter-in-law came to the door approaching the in-laws. "Yes, Ma? I'm preparing water for Asha to take a bath. Want some breakfast now?" maghala asked while removing the apron.

"You nanya? nanya you? stupid in the piara, look what time is it? yesterday I said, there will be a morning meeting, which means you have to prepare breakfast early!" adhisty exclaimed right on Maghala's face. The in-laws' ears, successfully landed on Ghala's forehead with a trivial view.

"Right, no pinter-pinter," Adhisty nagged again, he turned the puffed-up eyeball while pulling the dining table chair.

"Why else, Ma? it was still early in the morning" asked Alka, Adhisty's eldest son. He pulled up a chair and sat there.

"Who else is the cause if it's not this stupid prick. Asha, is your fate like this so much anyway? I have a husband bego. If I don't have to, I don't want to!" cibir Adhisty, looking with the tail of the eye when Maghala brought a tray containing dishes and arranged on the table.

"Sama" Maghala muttered very softly.

"Heh, Ghala, occasionally make yourself useful. Though only light work like this is not sat set. Would you like to feed my sister if she didn't live here? when do you want to be a prankster?" connect Alka, sipping coffee while brandishing a spoon almost on Ghala's face.

"Yes in the rice feed, brother. Bran time," Kekeh Maghala still set the plate.

Brak!

"How dare you answer? come, again!" jolt Adhisty again, pounding the table. All the dishes were shaken and the splash made the dishes dirty.

Maghala was silent for a moment, this sarcastic sentence was like the buzzing of a bee in the ear. He left the dining room to the room.

"Asha, the water for the bath is ready. I pick him up, yes" Ghala said, asking for permission to carry his wife to the bathroom.

"Pake everything," murmured Asha. He admitted, Maghala's presence made it easier for him to move, bathe and others. Half of heart hates.

While helping to dry Asha's hair, Adhisty's scream reverberated, the woman had been standing in the doorway of their room.

"Ghalas! don't forget to wash and change the sheets in my room and Alka. It's time for this house to change the carpet and all the curtains" said the in-laws, exclaiming loudly from the family room.

"Good, Ma. After Asha breakfast I will do everything" Maghala replied.

Adhisty approached, and he opened the wallet from the bag. "All the monthly shopping, here, the money" continued Asha's mother, handing over a stack of banknotes.

Not until Maghala's hand received a deposit of money, Adhisty accidentally dropped the rupiah to the floor, until it fell apart.

"Ups!" adhisty said, closing his mouth accompanied by a narrowed netra, then chuckling as he turned around and sauntered away.

Maghala's self-esteem is lowered in this house. However, what power, promise has bound him and he will survive. This beautiful wife became increasingly quiet and did not have the spirit of life, even indifferent to him.

"Patience, patience," murmured Maghala. He picked up a sheet of money from the floor, collecting it into one.

Ashadiya just kept silent to see her husband treated lowly by her mother and Alka. There was pity but he didn't care. Think of it as a reward that has made it flawed to fail to achieve ideals.

"Eat first yes, then I will help massage again so that your legs are not stiff," said Maghala, pushing Asha's wheelchair towards the dining room.

The man's breathing was heavy when he saw the dining table in a mess. Maghala also cleaned the area partly so that Asha did not feel uncomfortable and disgusted. There was no leftover food there, just enough for his wife.

"Come, I'm a bribe."

Maghala never got any response to Ashadiya. His wife was even more like a refrigerator, cold.

"You know, Asha, all the pressure I've received doesn't necessarily make me give up. I will accompany you, get to know this family more closely and find out who the father of the fetus you bear," Maghala said, staring at Asha's bead in the eye.

"Is my guess right, that man is...."

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