NOT AN ORDINARY SON-IN-LAW
CHAPTER 33. GHALA'S IDENTITY

Maghala is still above the prayer mat when the stock purchase transaction takes place. His heart was agitated, this was the intention for Asha but he was afraid that the girl would misunderstand him.

Handsome guy, dazed by a dilemma. How to express yourself well to Asha later. If the conditions in Cyra had been conducive, he might have appeared blatantly in Magenta.

Asha is not a stupid girl, in her silence she must have thought a lot about all this. The ayu woman behind Maghala will definitely feel tricked.

Young master Magenta, turn the body facing Asha. He passed on heartbreak this morning to her.

"Humaira's. How would you respond if the person you trust keeps something behind you," asked Ghala, staring softly as she pulled the Asha wheelchair closer.

"Ehm, I prepared an ear and just kept my mouth shut. He must have had a reason, if I could accept it already. If not, yes hempas," answered Asha, looking at Maghala at a glance and looking down and looking back at him. This was a long sentence that he elaborated directly without pause.

"You're gonna leave him?" urged Ghala, increasingly implying concern.

Asha nodded. "But that's ummmmmm .. se ling kuh," he said again, timidly.

Maghala smiled, Asha indirectly expressed her wish. "I'm not cheating. Most yes ask for marriage again from sin" Ghala replied, with a flat face looking at Asha.

Ayu woman, immediately raised her face, staring in the retina that often makes her complacent. Asha shook her head faintly then inched backwards pressing the panel on the lever of the arm, away from Ghala. She was disappointed with the husband's statement.

Ashadiya Cyra headed towards the balcony, as if wanting to inhale the stuffy air that instantly ambushed his chest.

Ghala only smiled faintly at Asha's reaction. He slowly approached, though his wife brushed aside and refused as Ghala pulled up her wheelchair.

"Heem, crashing. Humaira! listen first. He said you want to provide ears and keep your mouth shut" Ghala said, recounting Asha's sentence.

"So it's about you, Ghala. What are you hiding from me? could it be that you have married her and I snatched you from her?" asha said slowly, with a soft tone but it struck Ghala's heart.

The man of Magenta descent, turned the Asha wheelchair to face him. He then sat on the floor, lifting Asha's legs up onto his lap and folding the leg panels to erode the distance.

"Yes. About me, but not for women's or heart problems. There's something but it's not time you knew. You, will still listen to my reason when that time comes?" ghala asked, folding both hands on Asha's lap, while looking up at the increasingly mesmerizing narrow netra.

Ashadiya was silent for a long time, then nodded slowly. She just felt that her husband was not just a roadside angkringan trader, Ghala was too bright and smart.

"My wife is only one, Ashadiya Cyra, this is my Human ... I ask, if that moment comes, not only the ear you have prepared but the heart, to forgive me" said Ghala, clutching Asha's fingers.

"Ehm, isn't it about women, lovers or anything like that, Ghala?" asha's great-grandson, thumped her lips while looking down. His heart is also now troubled. The man in front was very humble, which woman was not lethargic with all the perfection that emanated from a Maghala Sakha.

"Not." Ghala answered straightforwardly, staring intensely at the two female netra squinters.

Ashadiya's smile became a sign that Ghala did not need to worry about the issue of identity disclosure later. They also opened the balcony door so that Asha could enjoy the morning air.

Bright white skin, more sparkling when hit by the sun, his cheeks meet blushing. Asha is very beautiful, especially she closed her eyes and raised her face so that the cherry lips slightly opened, showing the rabbit teeth that make her more cute adorable.

"Humaira, it suits you," said Ghala, standing leaning against the balcony railing while holding his arms in admiration for the creature of God before him. He only realized the beauty of Ashadiya after a long time.

Cyra's partner is silent, they just admire each other in silence, transmitting strength and tenderness to each other's bodies. The two began to need each other.

Suddenly. Brak!

Young master Cyra broke down the door of Asha's room, he charged in and shouted for Ghala to appear.

"MALANA!" squealing Alka, with a hunting breath, her hands clenched ready to blow.

"Morning still! what's yelling!" ghala replied, revealing the curtains and entering the room.

"Ghala, no. Brother emotion, Ghaalaaaa!" asha exclaimed, holding Maghala's arm with both hands. His face paled, cold sweat began to appear on his forehead, Asha was anxious.

"What no. Don't come any closer, Asha," Ghala said, releasing a check of his hand.

"That email, belongs to HILMIDAR!!!!! and you, must be someone influential hiding behind Hilmi. You spied on me and planned this to get rid of me a long time ago!" charge Alka with a decapitated breath.

He started attacking Ghala. Buk up!

Alka's fist missed. Ghala brushed off the attack with her right hand, flipped over her body and went into the inner area of Alka then dealt a punch using the elbow right on her chest. Plaque. Buk.

Ghala understood Alka's body language a little after the fight the other day.

"Ughhh!" lamented Alka, staggered a few steps back, her left hand rubbed the chest as a result of Ghala's elbow.

"Don't just accuse me, young master Alka!" he exclaimed Ghala, holding his identity so as not to be dismantled by Alka.

"You snake man! I found the file report that mom threw that night. That document you took care of! Sly!! Asha, he tricked you! you'll get rid of it too, even mama!!!" exclaiming Alka stared nyalang at her silent sister watching all this.

Maghala looked at Asha who was also looking at her. He shook his head faintly. "You believe me, don't you?" ghala said, begging Asha not to give a disappointed look.

Buk up!

"Aragh!" peeking Ghala, staggered, got Alka's punch on her face. The corners of the lips also let out fresh blood.

"Ghalas! brother, already! sudah!" asha exclaimed, shaking hands at Alka as she approached her husband.

"Thieves!" yelled Alka again, again attacking Ghala.

Sraatt's. Plaque. Buk. Blows, kicks, stalks sounded.

"It has. Stop that!" asha exclaimed, trying to break with her scream.

Buk up! Ghala kicked Alka's stomach as she fell and the man would strike back. Young master Cyra is down.

"Stop. I saved the company and Asha's rights. You're just gonna get sicker. Go away, you have more assets than you should," Ghala said slowly so as not to be heard by Asha, he stared intently at Alka despite her breaths. Sweat dripping mixed with the rest of the blood from the corners of the lips.

"There's still my right there!" kecam Alka pointed at Ghala's face.

"I'll give it back, you hold my word. Be worthy if you want to take up the post in Cyra in place of mama. I'm waiting for you .. Don't miss Aisel Almaas Basafa, she's a plain girl. Give my thanks to her for taking sincere care of Asha first," Ghala said gently, she reached out to help Alka get up.

Deghs. Ghala knows about Aisel.

Plaque. Ghala's speech at the Tepis of Alka.

"Don't nosy Aisel, watch out for you! I'm leaving, keep your promise!" alka said, getting up and pointing at Maghala before she exited the room.

The youngest son Mahananta, sighed. Pain immediately ambushed. He turned to face Asha.

"Who are you really? what did Alka say, right?" asha asked, her gaze demanding with eyebrows intertwined.

"God." Ghala breathed. Escape one, now the queen asks again.

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