Miss Crazy Rich's Contract Husband
Something in-house in-laws

In the end slowly Queen W extended her hand towards her wiraditya and let the man tightly grip her palm and take her walking to get away from it. Wiraditya was quite unexpected that the girl would receive a helping hand and that obviously left him quite at a loss for words.

when the hand of the man clasped the palm of the hand can be felt how smooth the palm of his wife's hand which signifies the girl has never done menial tasks in her life, which means that she has never done menial tasks in her life, they say a smooth palm indicates that the owner has never touched homework or any work that is classified as rough and rough hands are certainly used to doing any work like the palm of his hand

The palm of his hand certainly feels so rough in contact with the palm as soft as that of the baby so make Wiraditya minder, but after thinking about why? men are obliged to work hard to please the people he loves and if anyone asks if Wiraditya's current heart is fine, the answer is of course not fine. it felt as if his current heart wanted to jump out as fast as he could not control, but wouldn't it be too alay and lebay if he was forced to jump so excited at this moment.

"Oh Wiraditya, you should be quite self-conscious about who you are and who he is." the man is deeply entrenched in him.

They slowly stepped forward where the man tried to keep his wife from slipping on the dirt road towards his house back there, actually not too time-consuming but quite difficult because the rain in the morning had flushed the earth. quite muddy and also very unfriendly.

"I'm sorry for having to take you to a place like this, a little less than nice and unworthy." Wiraditya spoke to his wives with a bad feeling, quite embarrassed to bring the girl to his residence which was clearly not the level of a girl in Queen W class.

"no problem." Queen W replied quietly where the girl focused her gaze on the streets.

Until they finally get to one house, Wiraditya stops his steps and let Queen W see for themselves how their home is, and how the condition of their home is, where can be seen at this time his wife stared at the simple house building in front of them for some time.

Very simple, semi-permanent building with a size no larger than the garage of Queen W's house, still lined cement without ceramics with doors that began to wear out because of inedible age and time plus often exposed to splashing rain water, a zinc roof that began to rust with several starry holes on some sides.

"Assalamualaik." Wiraditya spoke, calling the owner of the house who was none other than his mother.

"Wa'alaikum sallam." He could hear the joyful words inside, running out in a frenzy so unexpectedly for the presence of his son and,

"Oh subhanallah." Wiraditya's mother was shocked to see the arrival of her son-in-law.

Queen W gave her greetings, kissing Wiraditya's mother's palm while expanding her smile.

"Mom's house isn't as good as imagined, afraid W isn't comfortable here." The old woman went awry, puzzled over how to compose words for her son-in-law.

Queen W classmates will probably never step foot in an ugly house and sit in an old chair that almost lost its color due to inedible time.

"Mother took care of the house and the flowers." Queen W spoke softly, initially glancing towards the flowers arranged in parallel in the plastic pots around the house, all growing beautiful and beautiful, already flowering and blooming.

Although Wiraditya's small and tiny house was also very simple, neat, clean and fragrant it was the first impression felt by Queen W. In fact, as cool as any house, if like a broken ship, people are certainly not comfortable to make, but even though it is small and too simple, is not neat, clean and fragrant, believe me anyone will feel at home living there.

"Mother loves flowers." the mother replied as she developed her smile, she let her son's wife sit on the worn out sofa chair that was inside their modest house.

You can see Queen W watching the entire room there, paying attention to some displays as well as picture frames displayed on several walls along the house.

Wiraditya chose to go back with his mother, preparing a drink for his wife.

He was ashamed of his son-in-law, for the impropriety of their house, even the warehouse of his daughter-in-law's house was 10x nicer and more beautiful than their house. The trash cans in Queen W's house were clearly nicer than their rooms.

Wiraditya did not reply, he looked at his mother's face for some time, he could see the mother was starting to make tea for them at this time, with his old hands and his bow he looked at his mother who began to deftly put tea, sugar and wait for warm water on the stove 1 furnace of theirs, which they had, where the stove has been seen peeling in some parts.

The man slowly hugged his mother, keeping the woman quiet for some time.

"Bu-," Wiraditya said quietly.

The mother stopped the movement of her hands silently and let the son just hug her, wiraditya let his palm gently stroke the back of his mother's hand.

"Maybe we'd better go to Dad's grave if there's time." Wiraditya said slowly.

The mother looked silent, she stared at the teapot of water that had not been boiling on the stove for some time.

How long has it been? life without the man she loved?, all her initially was fine, but since her husband's sister and his wife came all somewhat changed. If only her husband at that time heard her to refuse their presence and not let them be in Jakarta, maybe now they live happily four.

She, her husband, Wiraditya and Aisyah. It could be that not living in this house but in their old big and beautiful house, she did not need to work as a maid after her husband entered at a critical time, waking up and falling back and dying, her husband should still work in a big company and it could be that now the man is approaching his retirement.

If only that night she did not let her husband go, if only, well if only. Suddenly the tears of the woman flowed.

"He em let's grieve you before you and W go on honeymoon." Said her mother slowly.

Out there Queen W is seen staring at some of the existing displays, moving slowly with curiosity on some photos on the wall. There was little Wiraditya, Wiraditya's little sister and his mother. Surprisingly Queen W did not get a single photo of Wiraditya's father at all in every photo display, making the girl quite curious how Wiraditya's father looked like.

For a moment Queen W's eyeball was fixed on the old sewing machine, which was near the room on her left side. The girl stepped up to take a look, it was an old singer sewing machine that was barely seen again in the present. Made a table to put some displays by the Wiraditya family.

Queen W rubbed the singer sewing machine slowly, touching her with a gentle movement until finally her eyeball was fixed on something in the upper corner of the sewing machine. One embossed sticker that feels familiar to him. Queen W watched carefully and tried to read it.

The Hurairah company's.

The girl frowned.

It was the company of Hill A's top great-grandfather wives who married his great-grandmother Alea, the successors of the Ghanem Hurairah and violet Hurairah families, usually the old workers and still will get a sticker frame embossed with a company stamp on it, not just anyone can have it except the most active employees, but the most active employees, good and trusted with long service above 15 years on average.

Queen W seemed to be frowning, she thought if any Wiraditya family had worked with the Hurairah company in the past?, who?!.