BET GIRL
The Children of the Step

Elnara was making potions in the kitchen, the corresponding potions recorded by the Emir on the paper.  That is a drink that is routinely drunk by the Emir every day.

It was so nice that the bad guy told her to be a babu, to treat the wife like a maid, I was made a wife just to take care of her handicapped self.  Though clearly he was the one who harmed my father's life, even cruelly making a peace statement without my knowledge.

Elnara concocted the ingredients of the drink with a rough movement.  Occasionally jerking whatever items he put on the table.  Sometimes we wipe our tears with our arms.  

The inner goiter is once.  It felt like he wanted to refute the Emir's orders, but was powerless.  She knows how to behave with her husband.

“Halo El!  Making drinks for Emir huh?”

The sound was coming from behind.

Elnara turned her head for a moment after wiping her face quickly so that her tears would not come.

Elnara nodded at the woman who was fifty-nine years old but her face was still like forty years old.  It looks fashionable, modern.

There was another woman on the woman's side who was no less fashionable.

“El, I am Yona, your mother-in-law.”  The woman said kindly.

“Oh.  I do not like to recognize the Emir family,” said Elnara tried to dare to show displeasure.  Who knew the Emir would directly run him once he showed a bad attitude.

“I like your style!”  Not as expected, Yona just smiled and touched Elnara's arm.  

“Jeng, that's your son-in-law of what descent?  What businessman's father?  Or come from the office huh?” ask her friend Yona who managed to make Elnara tickle.  The Ghazanfar family must have known that the Elnara family was a newly bankrupt family and even he was in that house also because to make up for the debt.

One thing that makes Elnara inexhaustible thought that he was made a bet by his mother.  If Elnara managed to live that household, then the reward Linol got was freedom from the demands.  Whereas if Elnara even ran away from the marriage, of course Linol will suffer the consequences.

“Ah, it does not matter where my daughter-in-law's origin, the important thing is she is good.”  Yona smiled at Elnara.  “Mama go ahead first.  You are free in this house.  Everything's yours.  Have fun!  Come on Jeng we go ahead.”

The woman passed away with her friend.

Elnara put the glass with the concoction of her drink into the tray.  Prepare to take him to the Emir.  

Just a step away from the kitchen, his steps were stopped when he met a teenage girl who was about thirteen years old.  As tall as Elnara's chest.  Her hair was tied one in a yam, wearing an SMP uniform.  At this hour he just came home because he took tutoring activities.

The sour face that appeared on Elnara's face, it was more sour again the face displayed by the little girl.

“Oh... Are you Elnara?  My new mom huh?” sniff the girl.

Apparently he was the Emir's son.  And the kid's already this big?  Does that mean Elnara has a stepdaughter that big?  Judes again.

“I don't want to have a new mom.  Don't expect you to get my papa!  Huh!” The girl raised her chin haughtily.  Then nimbly snatched the glass on the tray with a single swing of his hand.

Prangs!

The glass fell to the floor.  Ruptured.

Yes aampuuun.  Elnara stared intently at the girl.

“Hei, you!”  Not yet finished Elnara spoke, the little girl had already run away.

Soon after, Yona appeared.

“What's up, El?”  Yona stared at the broken glass and the potion that also spilled onto the yellowish floor. 

“The drink I concocted spilled,” replied Elnara coldly.

“Ya.  You just take a break to the room.  It'sit's okay.  Let mama make a new one.”

Elnara actually wanted to show a jutek attitude, but the friendliness of the mother-in-law made her not want to be disobedient.  He left without having to show any unpleasant attitude.

Tonight Elnara did not know where to sleep, since then she did not want to enter the room which she said was the bridal room, of course the room for her and for the Emir.

After a few minutes he spent at the side of the house just to breathe fresh air, the cold night breeze piercing the skin made him move in. 

Now Elnara was standing straight at the door of the room, her hand sticking out holding a knob, but she pulled her hand back. 

Inside there may already be Emir. What happens when he has to meet that sinless man again? It feels like Elnara wants to bully that guy. 

"Hello, El. Still nervous for the first night?" Yona came with all her suave attitude and unyielding cheerfulness. His smile is wide.

Elnara silently sculpted. Still reluctant to return a smile. Ghazanfar's family felt like a disaster for him until he was upset.

"Don't groggy. Just relax, yeah. Take it easy, let's just say you want to enter the toilet, not want to enter the room," continued Yona still with a big smile. "If the Emir is naughty, you can pinch his armpits. Naturally nervous, newlyweds are so."

Elnara did not respond. 

"Well, this is a concoction drink for the Emir." Yona thrust a glass filled with warm water yellowish-colored nails.

Elnara.

"Emir is a rather stiff and cold person, but for a long time he will definitely be relaxed. The Emir is real. Yeah, you go in there." Yona was still standing there.

Seeing Yona who never left, Elnara forced to enter the room. 

The Emir was already in the room, sitting in a wheelchair, staring at the arrival of Elnara with a dark look in his eyes.

Elnara put the drink to the table with a stiff and cold expression. "This is for you" Elnara said without looking at the Emir.

"Give me!" The Emir thrust his palm. 

Elnara again raised the glass and thrust it at the Emir.

The man gulped until it ran out. "More times give me that drink before eight."

"Actually before eight o'clock the drink was finished, but the glass was broken by your son."

"Cindy?" The Emir mentioned the name of the princess only wayangnya.

Elnara did not answer. No matter what the name of that fierce annoying boy is.

"And you made that drink again?" ask Emir.

"No. Mama made it again."

"Can you look at me when you talk to me?"

Elnara quiet. Still down. His mind was holding back the raging sense, the man was the doer who had eliminated his father. And now it was as if sinless was oppressing his life. How could Elnara not feel much more angry?

"I'm talking to you, you can still hear, right?" continue Emir.

Elnara finally raised her face, beaming with the dark eyes of the Emir.

"Do you deserve to see my eyes? The one who wiped out my father and even tricked me so I could sign the peace letter." Elnara's teeth were fattening. "In addition to my mother's debt to you, is this why you forced me to be your wife? With me being your wife, then you feel like you can be a substitute for the father who supported me? You also feel that the case will be over with me being your wife, do you?"

"I think you grew up in a family that knows religion. And certainly know that since the spirit is breathed into the womb, then there God has determined the line of soul mate, fortune and death. Then why is it still cursing at that decree?"

"Pad's death was fate. But your behavior that tricked me wasn't right."

"Whatever you're going to do won't put your father back in your arms." Emir grunting. "Prepare warm water for me!"

Without rebutting, Elnara rushed to the bathroom to prepare for the Emir's needs. 

That night, Elnara was very tired because she received an unbroken task from the Emir. Starting from washing the Emir's feet with warm water, wiping the man's body, helping to urinate, replacing clothes, also helping the man climb into the mattress to sleep. 

Just when helping to urinate, Elnara had to turn her face away from seeing anything that could have made her scream.

Now the Emir is lying in bed and covered.

"My footjob!" decreed Emir.

Elnara was forced to climb into the bed, massage the Emir's feet despite his annoyance. I do not know how many hours Elnara massage the man's legs until he unconsciously fell asleep on the Emir's side.

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