Forced to Marry a Married Man
Chapter 43

On the way to the house, Sarla thinks of Natasha who has completely changed just because of a man, the girl she knew since childhood is already much different. Being selfish and invincible. 

Whereas Natasha was a sweet girl who always relented and never selfish about problems. 

" Natasha's.  I'm really disappointed in you, if you want Rafa.  Speak up don't need you to make an enmity between our friendships."

It must be how else all nothing to be regretted, it is too late and can not be repaired as before. 

You can let everyone accept everything that happens. 

When Sarla arrived at the house, she saw a familiar car parked in front of the house. 

"Like a mother-in-law's car?"

And sure enough what Sarla saw, the mother-in-law was waiting for her from earlier, yes sitting with a smile when she saw sarla coming home. 

"Mother."

Sarla approached Alenta, kissing the back of the old woman's hand. " Mom's been here a long time? "

"From this morning!" The mother-in-law's answer made Sarla feel bad. 

"Mother Sorry Sarla yes, Sarla did not know that mother came here today, if you know that Sarla did not go to college today," Sarla said feeling guilty. 

He did not know that his father-in-law's arrival was so sudden.  Alenta looked so fond of Sarla who was so attentive than Wulan who was always busy taking care of herself, rubbing her daughter-in-law's long headscarf slowly, Alenta replied," it's okay not to feel guilty like that.  I should have come here to tell you first."

" Let's go inside the house, ma'am."

Sarla begins to invite Alenta into the house, looking he was so busy picking up a drink rather than telling a maid. 

Alenta sat on the sofa, from this morning he deliberately sat outside the house. Want to know what her daughter-in-law's reaction is like now?

"This is mom, drink it."

" Loh really. Where did you go all by yourself to the assistant?" 

" it just so happened that the maid came home saying her son was sick!"

" Worthy of all that Mother. Knock on the door nobody opens. "

"Yes ma'am, I'm sorry Sarla, ma'am."

" You don't have to apologize."

Alenta began to taste the drink provided by his son-in-law, sipping the drink that looks fragrant, making Alenta smile happily. 

"Mm, this is delicious. You can make drinks like this."

Behind Sarla's veil smiled, "Sarla is used to making drinks at home like that.  Thank goodness I like it."

Alenta smiled with the friendly attitude that sarla showed for him. 

Very curious about the look of the face behind the closed veil. 

"Mom curious about your face?"

Sarla frowned when she heard the words of the old woman who became her father-in-law.

"The question is, Sarla has already shown!" 

Sarla allowed her in-laws to see the look of a face that was always covered by a veil. 

Slowly, and Alenta was surprised. "Sarla you are so beautiful, why are you hiding this beauty of yours?"

"Mother praised Sarla too much, for only God can be praised!" sarla replied with a sweet smile, the old woman was calm and amazed at the beautiful smile Sarla showed. 

"Sarla closes again, ma'am."

Alenta nodded his head. 

"You don't want your beautiful beauty shown to others? Too bad, you're so pretty when covered by a veil. 

"Your words are so soothing to Sarla, I'm glad to be with you."

"Thank God if you're happy with Sarla."

The sound of the stomach rattling where, Sarla heard the voice, "mommy hungry?"

Alenta rubbed his stomach slowly, indeed feeling hungry, for some reason, for Alenta was so intoxicating.

"Mom wait here, let Sarla cook first."

"Don't bother Sarla."

"It's okay. "

Sarla rushes to cook, she makes dishes according to her beauty. From the past the mother always taught things in the world of civilization, so when married Sarla rarely rely on helpers.

Alenta, as if deliberately testing Daniel's second wife, inexplicably likes Sarla's megetes.

The old woman stood up, curious about how Sarla works in the kitchen.

Slowly walking, Sarla realized that her mother-in-law was behind the kitchen door.

"Mom, come on in."

There was a sense of doubt, in Alenta's heart as he set foot into the kitchen. There is no desire to see the kitchen.

Sarla, playing the knife with her shrewdness, made a sense of interest to try.

The old woman, the first time she cut vegetables, was really fun.

"Sarla, you know not. This is my first time, cutting vegetables like this," said the old woman without pleasure, playing with a knife, while cutting vegetables.

"Sarla is also the first time, cooking with the figure of a mother again, "sarla said, feeling the memories with her late mother are imagined.

"Well isn't it your mom still there?" alenta asked his daughter-in-law.

"Mother died a long time ago, when Sarla was fifteen years old, who is now a stepmother. Sarl!" sarla replies looking sad when she bites her own birth mother.

"Oh my goodness Sarla, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" Alenta felt sorry for talking about her daughter-in-law's mother.

"What's wrong mom." Sarla understands the ignorance of others to her.

Alenta now tells his son-in-law that Daniel will not return tonight to Sarla's house. "Oh, yeah. Sarla, Daniel said to her, She said tonight she's not coming home to you."

"Oh, no, papa."

Somehow Sarla felt a little disappointed, after hearing Daniel would not return home tonight, she would spend time with his first wife.

Was there any feeling in Sarla's heart for Daniel, so that she felt a deep sense of disappointment in her heart. Their cuisine is now finished, where Alenta is very happy to enjoy togetherness with his second son-in-law.

Alenta felt comfortable when he was with the wife of his two children, he felt that he had a real daughter.

"It's over."

When they started eating, the two were shocked when the bell rang.

"Why did someone come? Not that Mas Daniel's mom went home to Wulan's mom."

"Yes, Daniel himself said that to my mother, when he canceled his words."

sarla is now walking towards the front door of the house, seeing who is coming.

"You want to accompany me."

"Can."

There was a sense of anxiety and fear, in the house only the two of them, there was not a single man.

The guard on guard permits to go home for a while.