IN-LAW
Get off the bed

The sun seemed timid to show itself from the sidelines of the clouds that began to fog that afternoon. Aralia walked with Ilir together, their goal after the course ended was to go home.

Aralia occasionally displays her smile when Ilir grumbles about the man she met two days ago.

"You know what not? He's a cool ass, a smart ass and a popular snob and Arrogant, all the shitty stuff he's been shoved into." Irir growls, with mimic gemes.

Aralia chuckled, this was the first time she had heard Ilir get angry about the man she had just met.

"I hate being so much of him." He growled again, clenching his hands full of emotion. Seeing Ilir's behavior made Aralia laugh. The expression of his friend was too excessive

"You're laughing instead. Funny huh?" Aralia immediately shook her head, while holding back a laugh, Ilir looked at her in annoyance.

"cp ... Ara!"

"Yes, yeah. Who the hell is he? So I want to know." Aralia said in between her laughter. Ilir clucked and sneered towards him.

"Ara ...," Hearing her name on the call Aralia turned and saw Cayrol and Leah running towards them.

"Ra ...," call Cayrol with breath still panting.

"What?" Ask Aralia without a voice.

"Do you really want to get married?" Cayrol asked with breath still puffing. Aralia sighed, staring at the Ilir next to her. It was definitely the girl who shared the info.

"They deserve to know, Ra." Ilir said as soon as he saw Aralia's gaze on him.

"Still a plan." Sahut Aralia, continue in his footsteps.

"Seriously you want to marry your sister-in-law?" This time Leah asked.

"Mm.m ...,"

"That means you get off the bed, Ra."

"Yes ..," Angguk Aralia smiled faintly, her heart throbbing painfully hearing him.

Off the bed? Those words sounded strange to him. He never even imagined it would happen to him.

Arali let out a long sigh, the three friends blamed each other when they saw Aralia return moody.

"Oh my ..," said Cayrol, suddenly he stopped his steps. Lea and Ilir followed Cayrol's astonished gaze. As the three people stared straight at Aralia's wao gaze was instead busy staring at her phone ringing.

"Why does Ra brisik know? There's another beautiful sight." Cayrol cried without turning his gaze while walking and followed Lea and Ilir.

Aralia who was still sculpting, turned off her phone that was still ringing, and within seconds the phone was ringing again.

Aralia clucked, ignoring the call and intending to continue her path, but as her legs moved she saw a man wearing sunglasses with a white cameja standing next to her car calling someone.

The girl's stout stout, squeezing her still-ringing phone while stepping behind her three friends.

The man's eyes circled around him with black glasses perched on his nose. He smiled as he saw four girls walking towards him.

"Oh my. .., he's a human descendant isn't he?" Cayrol speaks in its centile style.

"I think he's a god's incarnation" Timpal Ilir while Lea tried to keep his image that was notoriously quiet and haughty.

The aralia? He with his sour look still walked behind his three friends who were crazy about the man named Varga.

Varga waved his hand at them, but Cayrol became enthusiastic and accelerated.

"Hi ..," Sapa Varga gave a smile that made the three people melt.

Aralia, clucking past her three friends, "i'm ahead" she said walking towards the passenger car door. He knew the man's arrival was none other than to pick him up.

The three eyes of the theme were wide with gaping mouths, looking at Aralia who was now sitting in the car there.

"Ara ...," muttered Lea, sighing immediately aware that the man before them was definitely Aralia's sister-in-law who was no longer turning into her husband.

Realizing that Aralia was already sitting in the car, Varga waved at Aralia's three friends, then got into the car and drove.

"I hope Aralia rejects her brother-in-law." Mumbled Cayrol, as soon as Varga's car moved away.

"Broken heart before it." Connected Ilir and Lea just clucked to see the behavior of the two friends.

Aralia plays her phone, while Varga drives and occasionally sees Aralia in the rear-view mirror.

"Would you eat first or go straight home, Ra?" Varga asked, remembering her mother-in-law's message over the phone when she asked her to pick up Aralia.

"Today please pick up Ara, yeah."

"Yes Ma"

"Then ask him if he wants to eat out."

"All right, Ma."

"Just go home" replied Aralia without taking her eyes off her phone.

To kill the sense of boredom Aralia plays the game on her phone, while Varga's car goes smoothly in the middle of the city through the drizzle that has gone down.

The two people were busy in their minds. Looks foreign and like not knowing each other when before Rena died the two people were familiar, laughing together and even Aralia likes to seduce Varga for pocket money in front of her brother, Rena.

Aralia is a good sister to Varga and Varga is a loyal sister to Aralia. But now? They are like strangers.

The car rushed into the gate of Aralia's house. When the car stopped, Aralia came out and said.

"Tomorrow don't pick up Ara again!" The tone of command that seemed unbroken.

"But why, Ara?" Confused raut.

"Not necessarily know why." Aralia closed the car door very hard.

Varga took a breath and exhaled.

"Have you arrived, baby?" Nisa who just came down from the stairs.

"Already Ma," murmured Aralia, gazing towards the dining table.

Seeing Aralia turn to the dinner table, he understood that Varga had failed to invite Aralia to eat outside.

"Eat up, baby." Nisa stroked Aralia's hair gently. Aralia nodded. Nisa approached Varga who was still outside.

"Auntie ...," Call Aralia, while climbing the stairs.

"Bi ...." Aralia meninggikan suaranya, Bibi yang jadi pelayan di rumah itu tak kunjung datang atau menjawab.

"Aunt Kinan!" Shouting Aralia with a shrill voice made the whole house shocked. Nisa who was in the living room shook her head at Varga who had just entered.

"The behavior is very bad" whispered Nisa and was replied with a smile by Varga.

"Yes Miss ...," a scared voice sounded hurriedly reply.

"Where the hell is that? Called silent."

"Sorry Miss."

"Bring food to Ara's room." Aralia's voice sounded sniffy.

"What's the smell Miss?"

"What is there." The voice grew smaller and suddenly the door closed very loudly. Making Nisa and Varga who were still in the living room shake their heads.

"You sure you want to make her your wife, Varga? Nisa asked and answered Varga's slight rarity.

"Still a jutek?"

"It's okay, Ma. Varga knows it." Varga replied walking following her in-laws to the dining room.

There was a woman in her forties scooping rice with a red face, Nisa clucked to take a plate that already contained food that would be between Aunt Kinan to Aralia's room.

"Let me" said Nisa.

"But madam." The servant said Kinan was not feeling well.

"It's okay, I want to talk to Ara." Nisa said softly.

"Varga, eat first before going home, yes" Nisa told Varga who was standing at the place while checking her phone.

"It's not necessary, Ma. Varga just went home."

"Well, that's it."

"There's work to be done today."

"Yes be careful."

"Yes, Ma. Varga says yes."

Nisa nodded with a smile on her pretty face, seeing Varga leave the dining room in the follow with Aunt Kinan who was about to close the door. Nisa climbed up the stairs to Aralia's room and knocked on the door and went straight in.

Aralia who was sitting at her study table, turned her head and was a little surprised to see Nisa bringing her food.

"Which mommy is carrying, which Aunt Kinan?" Ask Aralia, get up from her seat.

"There's in the kitchen. Eat first, baby."

"Thank you ma."

Aralia, feeding food into her mouth, stopped chewing when she realized Nisa was staring at her.

"Why, Ma?" Aralia asked while chewing food in her mouth.

Nisa just shook her head, then took the plate from Aralia's hand, scooped the rice and fed it to her daughter.