NOT AN ORDINARY SON-IN-LAW
CHAPTERS 17. SWEETNESS IN THE MORNING

Until Azan Zuhur, Hilmi is still restless. The doctor has given a lot of medical efforts and his young master has been calmer than he was a few hours ago.

There are piles of wet cloth around Maghala, also clothes that are increasingly open. The body is moist, the infusion is attached to the hand. The doctor also said he had given medication to relieve side effects in the liquid. He asked Hilmi to help Maghala to drink a lot, especially young coconut water.

"Thank you, Doctor," Hilmi said as medics walked out of the room.

Janu's assistant stared pityfully at the weak figure above the cage. Young Master Magenta has now moved to the treatment room. Hilmi sat down on the side of the weak man's bed.

He knew Maghala had given up a lot during this time even in the Cyra family he remained patient despite being treated at will.

Towards Asar, Maghala was conscious. Although still unable to open his eyes fully, Ghala was able to communicate.

"Hilmi, where is this? my head hurts so much" Ghala murmured, grimacing with the pain until her forehead shriveled.

"Hospital, young master. You are exposed to the effects of heat nan haram drugs. Almost adultery in a state of half-sane," said Hilmi slowly.

Maghala closed her eyes tightly, her right fingers clenched furiously. The clear grain fell, he almost committed a great sin as a result of his carelessness.

"Hilmi, I remember everything. The drinking water I took from the table and gulped it down to the toilet in Asha's room. Innalilahi, who is this? is it Sade or mama?" lirih Maghala, hold tight. His chest moved down rapidly.

"Both, I guess. You have to be careful of that guy. The third young master of Sadana Group is known as a Casanova," said Hilmi.

Maghala silence. He remembered the man's words about the baby in Asha's birth. Could it be true? if so, then all of this is tied to each other in a red thread.

"Don't tell Grandpa about my condition here. I don't want him back depressed. Just tell me if I'm not feeling well" said Maghala again.

He still feels the heat radiating until nausea arises in addition to a severe headache. Ghala asks Hilmi to go to the bathroom.

The godly man tried to spit out his stomach by drinking a lot of water in a quick time. His efforts succeeded, although limp whack also throbbing more intense in the head until Ghala felt not tread the earth.

"Young master!" hilmi exclaimed, capturing Maghala's body that was about to fall. He then headed towards the cage.

"You should rest first. Hopefully tonight the headache has lessened" Hilmi continued after helping Maghala lie down.

"Salat first, was passing the time Zuhur. Please, take care of Asha as long as I'm not there. Hilmi, please," Ghala murmured before beginning his worship.

Hilmi pulls over, letting her young master pray while she contacts the spy maid at Cyra's residence.

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While in Cyra's shelter.

After the departure of the therapist, Asha asks Denok not to leave himself alone in the room. The maid also followed the wishes of her female employer.

Asha performed her own prayer as she continued to look towards the windows and doors. She's fidgeting. It is not usual for Ghala to leave for a long time without news. Ashadiya was worried, the afternoon began to come.

"Please close the door using the crossbar yes, Denok. Don't open it other than my husband's voice asking for access" Asha's message said, he repeatedly looked at the phone hoping Ghala had saved his contact number and told me.

"Good, Non. You wanna eat? Den Ghala is ready. He'll be fine, definitely back tonight," Denok said.

Ashadiya nodded, she held back hungry to wait for her husband to return but the figure did not appear to make worms in the stomach thrashing like a student demo.

Suddenly. Dugs. Dugs. Dugs.

"Ghala, where's my dinner!" the sound of Alka banging on the door was loud.

Asha forbade the maid from saying anything, she followed Ghala's attitude, ignoring the screams of her brother and mother.

Without feeling the time running, right at one in the morning, the door of Asha's room was knocked slowly.

"Asha, Asha!" lirih Maghala's. He's on Hilmi's papah. Forced to go home out of concern for Ashadiya.

Maghala stepped gontai towards the sofa, without the help of Hilmi so that Asha did not feel sorry when she saw it. However, what power, his power ran out. Ghala fell down just as she touched where she used to lie.

"Ghalese!" asha exclaimed from the bed. His eyes began to glaze over.

"Miss, sorry, he hurt someone until he just came back. His bike is in the garage, good rest," said Hilmi, retreating after tidying up Maghala's position. She's disguised in the uniform of one of the servants at Cyra's house.

Ashadiya panicked, she painstakingly grabbed her wheelchair. Remembering the way Ghala taught herself to be independent. "Ghalese, Ghalaaa!" he said holding sobs.

Prangs. The sound of a lampshade sleeping, falling because it was nudged by the shoulder when Asha's arm sought a restraint to support itself on the nightstand.

"Alhamdulillah," muttered Asha, gasping after successfully sitting on her wheelchair. He headed straight for the door, pulling the chair to hold the handle.

After that, Asha approached towards Ghala. I hesitated when I touched his forehead. Sweat as big as corn appeared there. Asha suspects, Maghala has a fever.

"It's so hot, Ghala, what's wrong with you?" that stuffing is clear.

Ashadiya then headed to the bathroom, pulled a lot of towels and wet with warm water to compress the forehead of the husband. He did that many times, unbuttoned Maghala's shirt, then rubbed gently with a warm damp cloth there.

The woman grabbed a blanket to cover her husband's body. Do not forget to turn on the humidifier so that air circulation also breathing Maghala smoothly. Asha then wept for the strong figure in front, though unceasingly beristighfar.

"You why? don't get sick, Ghala," Asha's cry accompanies the whole night.

In the subconscious. Maghala was sound asleep on a pile of leaves. Warm sunlight hit her body, slowly, she saw the figure of ayu turning her back towards the direction of the light. The face was clear now, she smiled at him. "Make it for me, Mommy."

A few hours passed, and the dawn replaced the Goddess of the Night. Maghala slowly opened her eyes. He saw the face of ayu in a dream now sitting on a wheelchair beside her, looking down deeply while holding a prayer beads.

His body felt warm because the blanket closed tightly to the chest. The forehead feels a little heavy and moist. Maghala pulled the object from the top of her forehead then glanced at the floor, many wet towels in the container there.

"You taking care of me, honey?" muttered Ghala, smiling faintly despite occasionally cursing.

Maghala grabbed Asha's wheelchair and pulled her closer. He then clasped Asha's hand and brought her to his lips to be kissed.

Asha's body responded, slowly those pretty eyes opened. His eyes sparkle.

"Alhamdulillah, still sick? which was? wanna drink?" asked Asha in a row, he forgot that it was economical to talk.

Maghala just smiled seeing his wife change this morning. "Syukron jiddan, Humaira ya Azizati," said Ghala not to be separated to look at the face of ayu.

"What does it mean," Asha's great-grandson looked shyly at the intense gaze with Ghala's charming smile.

"Thank you, my darling who has blushing cheeks," Ghala replied to Asha's fingers that she still held.

Ashadiya cannot hide his shame. He covered part of his face with his left palm as Ghala held the other fingers.

Maghala chuckled at Asha's adorable demeanor for her this morning. "Sorry yes, make you wait and worry, I can not even just push the numbers on the phone. You, you're okay, right?" maghala asked still holding Asha's fingers over her chest.

"Ehm, Thank God well. Accompany Denok overnight until you arrive. You why? there is something evil huh?," said Asha innocently. "Eh," he added again aware of something.

Ghala chuckled, Asha has talked to him a lot. The face of the woman looked back.

"Yes. You want to know the cause?" tanya Ghala, embraced enthusiastically by Asha. "Let me tell you."

A peaceful, beautiful and sweet morning begins the closeness of the two after many whack events.

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