NOT AN ORDINARY SON-IN-LAW
CHAPTER 34. DILEMMAS

Maghala immediately felt the pain become many times the pain. He momentarily ignored Asha because his mouth was salty due to the seepage of blood. He's headed to the bathroom to gargle.

When he returned, Ghala saw Asha had taken the medicine box and was now in his lap. The ayu woman approached and pulled Ghala's fingers to sit nearby.

Without a sound, Ghala followed Asha's wishes. The fingers open the box slowly because the wrists still look blue. He started putting the wound cleaning antiseptic liquid on a cotton swab.

Ayu woman, stick the cotton earlier to the wound fold. "Awh! slowly, Asha," pinta Ghala, the corner of her lips drawn upward grimaced with restraining pain.

Ashadiya glimpsed at Ghala's bead eyes, then pressed firmly on the tear area for fresh blood to stop. Maghala shook with the pressure of Asha's hand on her wound.

"Awh! it hurts!" ghala's strangulation shook until her tears welled up, but she did not budge. Horrified will glare sharply owner narrowed eyes.

"Diem!" tell the lady Sakha. Asha replaced the cotton and applied the topical medication so that Ghala's wounds dried quickly.

The distance between the faces was getting closer, Asha's breath swept across part of her lips, making Ghala flutter. He can see how healthy his wife's skin pore is, smooth and glowing.

The shady Netra did not blink even Ghala held his breath so that Asha did not inhale the iron aroma of the scar that released blood. (fe compound: iron, in the blood sometimes felt salty and rancid)

"Well, done. The medicine will seep into the wound so it will not be crusty and make you difficult to talk later," explained Asha, stroking Ghala's face while cleaning the rest of the medicine that sticks around the face.

Ashadiya immediately retreated, put the medicine box back near the nightstand, then she prepared to go out of the room to call Denok. He tried to forget his frustration because his question was not answered by Ghala.

Maghala sees Asha's departure coinciding with a ringing of a cell phone that reads. He let his wife out of the room while receiving a call.

"Yes, Hilmi. How's it?" ghala asked, rising up and walking towards the balcony.

"Currently, young master. I need your signature to process all of this in order for the legality document on behalf of Maghala Sakha to be completed," Hilmi said, sounding the boisterous voices of some of the men behind her.

"That's the lawyers' voice?" ghala said again.

"Yes .. oh, yes, I sent the video by email, young master. Also about funding for Cyra, how? is it continuing or not?" keep Janu's assistant at the other end.

Pause.

Maghala. If in the current cascade, all his assets are exhausted not left but he can not predict for sure when will ROI alias return of Investment (reverse capital).

He and Hilmi have not had any further discussion about BEP (break even point, break-even count) based on Cyra's fluctuating sales reports due to the impact of fraud. The data he will ask because it has now become his right as one of the board of directors with the status of the second largest share ownership after the chairman.

Silent.

"Hello, young master?" call Hilmi feel Maghala is silent for too long.

"We'll talk later. I'd like to see Adhisty's performance after this. If he does not immediately take the decision and action to close the act of Alka. Improving the quality of production, then public trust and end users will be eroded. Instead of thinking about adding to the investment, I better be genjot first the power of their management."

"We propose the selection of skills of employees and staff. Shift the people who conspired with Alka, replace them with competent ones. Give strict sanctions as a deterrent effect or dispensation after they show different performance in tri wulan. That was it," Ghala said long, his eyes looking at the vast expanse of the sky.

Adhisty got an injection of Sade's funds, he had to pay the receivables in one front quarter. While the company's performance has not changed significantly. Then staff reshuffling becomes the main choice. Equally betting will be success, but the internal atmosphere of management will surely turn more positive and it can spark a spirit, more developed ideas.

"Good, okay, young master. You are more observant," praised Hilmi for the steps taken by Ghala. Janu's assistant smiled even though Maghala didn't see him.

Feeling that he had left Asha outside alone for too long, Maghala decided to follow and look for his wife out of the room.

Maghala did not find Ashadiya in the living room. Even front or side terrace occupancy. Ghala is worried that the woman is wretched.

"Asha, Asha!" ghala shouted down the side of the house.

After a few minutes of twisting, he could not find his wife.

"ASHA!" ghala's shout drew the attention of gardeners there.

The middle-aged man approached Ghala on the front porch of the Mansion. "Den, non Asha again learned to menggijek grass and bring his painting equipment. There," said the gardener, pointing at Asha at the end of the Mansion. The woman was seen shrinking under the shade of a shady Cambodian tree.

"Thank you, sir," replied Ghala, nodding her head to the gardener.

"Wouldn't he wear headphones? a new habit that I must memorize" murmured Ghala, walking down the grass to where his wife was.

Cyra's youngest daughter, is slowly moving her soles. Shifted to the right and left while still in a wheelchair. Asha just folded the footstool panel so that her legs touched the ground.

In front of the lady, a large canvas plastered also a small table where various kinds of paint brushes and paints were placed there. Asha is also seen twisting the wrist to let her nerves relax. Ghala had only witnessed Ashadiya's activities from a few meters away.

"Go on, honey. I'm not gonna help you. You want to try to get up on your own, right?" murmured Maghala, she just stood up, folding both arms in front of the chest.

A crazy idea has emerged. Ghala will ask Janu to help finance Asha's treatment abroad or bring in special neuroscientists and bones so that his wife recovers faster, as a wedding gift for her if forced to replace Mada in the near future.

Ashadiya must have been after something after seeing Anggun that night. He is willing to endure the pain in such a way if the therapist comes home for physiotherapy.

Ghala watched his wife in silence. He had been accustomed to standing for a long period of time when selling first. Apparently, it's useful too. Suddenly he remembered Karim, the friend who became a comrade-in-arms. What is the news of his family in the village because Karim long not selling.

In a ponder, suddenly a soft voice blurred his daydream. "Ghala, good no?" asha asked, not turning her head, she realized that Ghala was watching and was behind her.

Fine strokes, firm line pressures, some faint indentations, became the abstract objects that Asha carved on the canvas.

"You're expressing your feelings?" guess Ghala, walk over and squat on Asha's side.

Ashadiya turned his head, looking at Ghala. "Ehm, you...."

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