NOT AN ORDINARY SON-IN-LAW
CHAPTER 26. HEART TO HEART

Maghala followed Mada's steps, standing side by side on the concrete fence of the hospital's terrace balcony. Ghala did not make a sound, waiting for her brother to start.

Both of their assistants were waiting not far from there. Say hello to each other, because Hilmi is their senior.

Mada's breathing was heavy. Ghala knows that her brother still loves the Magenta family.

"Has ... you been living hard, Ghala?" tanya Mada, at a glance turned towards her sister, then threw a glance back at the vast night sky.

Maghala bends both arms, then rests on the narrow guardrail. He leaned slightly, looking down at the building.

"I'm fine, brother. Even though I was in a high position all this time but I never felt I was there. Like now, I was at a height but my steps were ordinary, like treading the same floor as down there. Don't worry" Ghala answered, analogizing his life after leaving Magenta.

Mada saw it, long looking at Ghala who pretended to keep staring straight at the vast space. The meaningful gaze of the older brother who has not been able to interpret Maghala.

The two sons of Mahananta were silent to each other. Mada with a million thoughts on Ghala, and vice versa.

"You hate me?" tanya Mada after a few minutes in silence.

Maghala turned a glance towards the handsome and super man for her. Mada, a role model in running a business, arrogant behavior and unfiltered words are sometimes needed to intimidate plus the reticent attitude, making it difficult for opponents to guess the step of the CEO.

"Hating someone who already brought Magenta in a position like this? just because you're like a thorny fridge? ck, that's not fair. My heart can be hurt and frozen," Maghala chuckled, interpreting that she understood his position.

Madaharsa grunted angrily at her sister giving her the nickname barbed refrigerator. It hurts so much to be on Madaharsa's side, he thought.

"I think you're going to charge me sooner, I'm looking forward to that" Madaharsa said, starting a cynical chat about the company's chaos.

"That's not my style, brother. In fact I thought brother would come down with a scepter of honor and hand it over to me. I don't like to snatch anything from a long time ago. You're more deserving," Ghala added, stressing something.

Maghala turned her head so that her body stood sideways. He patted Mada's arm before leaving his only sibling.

"Asha's waiting for me at home. She's my woman, for this one, I'll desperately keep her to death. Don't try to find out about us. Okay?"

"Oh, yes. One more thing, big brother is a man I respect all the time. You will still be my brother, but there will be no forgiveness if you cut a wound in my grandfather's heart. Madaharsa doesn't always get what you want, does she? then pursue it in a good way."

Madaharsa looked at her sister's bead eyes. Still the same as before, shady like his mother's. He did not like to fight with Ghala because their tastes were different from youth, not because of arrogance.

Do not blame the position of the firstborn who always get all the best things. That's not absolute willpower. The hope on his shoulders was too heavy if he was just an ordinary person. For this reason, Mada prepared mentally with everything until finally negative mentions and nicknames were pinned on him.

Maghala smiled faintly, knowing that the elder brother was probing through the glare of the eyes, about the earnestness of the Asha.

"Eira Niara Lahya, good woman again salihah. Brother don't make him wait long. Go ahead" said Maghala, hugging a glimpse of her stiff body by her side and stepping away leaving her alone.

Maghala looked at Gani, stopping in front of the man. Not a word came out of his mouth but Madaharsa's assistant, nodding and bowing slowly to the second young master.

The youngest son Mahananta, smiled as the assistant understood the gesture from him even though this was their first encounter.

There was no conversation between Hilmi and Maghala, the two then began to slash the distance. My jibaku pass time by way of crashing into space like a glass Gatot.

The shady netra is quieting, resting the brain so as not to be too tired after many whack events. His main business had been waiting at Cyra's residence.

Tomorrow, he will return to his usual routine. Working on all responsibilities from Adhisty while remaining vigilant waiting for the movement of Sade. He chose to defend, not attack because the power he had was only limited to Hilmi.

"Hilmi, why don't you get married again?" lirih Maghala is still cursing.

"At least lust look at the thighs, young master. In essence, have not found a cave that is comfortable, safe and warm to go home. Most importantly not noisy," Hilmi replied giving a strange supposition.

Maghala chuckled at the answer of her grandfather's assistant. His wife who used to be noiseless because of speech. Hilmi is accustomed to receiving orders and mandates, so she seems to be looking for a partner who is not much capable if ordered. A strange desire, according to the surroundings.

"You're like living in a Flinstone or Megalithic movie, stone age. The house is likened to a cave, ckckck Hilmi, just said he still loves him very much ... Al Fatihah," Ghala replied, shaking her head as she sent prayers for Hilmi's late wife and choosing silence when Janu's assistant only chuckled at her sentence.

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The Earth of Asia.

A woman was standing staring at the big glass in one of her luxury condominium rooms.

Long hair draped, embedded hairpiece studded Swarovski on one side makes the hairstyle order was harmonious, while the black dress combined with a low cleavage dangling close the eyes of the feet. There is a cutting tear up to the knee, making the appearance of this Asian African blaster woman very sexy and elegant.

His right hand held the wine glass stalk while the left one, propping up the arm to remain upright standing.

Stilettos with silver heel protrude from behind the dress because the legs stand sideways until smooth thighs are exposed.

He just showed off the work of beautiful paintings to be displayed in the building of the world's famous art gallery. This is one of his dreams when he started his career ten years ago.

He lost a lot with girls of the same age who just debuted the last five years. The desire to follow the competency event in Germany was eliminated by him. He did not even get a nomination from the beginning because the work did not have the same feel as the theme at that time.

"How are you doing there? how does it feel to be both desperate and heartbroken? Hem?" muttered the girl, swinging slowly the wine glass while grinning widely with a look of hate until self-reflection was seen on the surface of the glass wall.

Darling, his daydreams ran out when the manager asked him for a press conference that would be broadcast live to the entire channel.

"Miss Diazae, it's time to meet the media" said the manager, standing at the doorstep.

The lady ayu turned her head, smiling cynically as she took a beautiful step towards the hall. He wanted to give someone a little something later.

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