My ex-Ipar Candidate
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"Eeh, where are you running?"
Seeing her daughter-in-law running over, Jelita worried of course. Of course he was afraid that his son's wife was wretched, like the beginning of marriage. Jelita's expectations were too great, even as she had expected the time when she would get a grandchild.
"Search for what, honey?"
With a sincere smile but not giving up her job, Jelita asked while looking at her daughter-in-law who looked confused.
"Cabe, Ma." He answered plainly, because indeed the work he had delayed was now no longer found.
"Having settled with Layla, what are you doing here? I told you to rest there with Gian."
Radha turned to approach Jelita, apparently Layla had been reluctant to greet him since. Even though he realized now the woman was executing the chili that Radha was looking for.
"But I'm not tired, Ma."
Could have replied, the chives are now his toys. As if less by touching the kitchen spices there, even though her husband was wretched just by Radha touching one thing that was there.
"Oh yeah, look there."
Whether a thing becomes a habit or not, even though Radha asks to be taught many things including kitchen affairs, but Jelita does not seem to allow Radha to actually do it.
With the fear that his hands will be injured, or his skin burned with hot oil and other things that Jelita considers, until he makes Radha look like a spoiled child who knows nothing.
But unlike the case with Radha, this woman does not seem to like if only to stay silent. He moved and now approached Layla who was frying fish there.
Exactly a jury who was assessing konsestan in a cooking competition, Radha was only paying attention. Wanted to ask a lot, but it seemed like the maid in this house was too quiet, Radha thought.
The first few seconds were safe, he stared intently at the calm-looking hot oil. Until the fish Layla enter, he was surprised because the splash of oil hit his arm.
"Arrgghh Mama."
Of course Jelita panicked, immediately she left her job and Jelita's hand became her focus. Red, and it's pretty big. Looks like a flush, no more splashing.
"God!! Mama told me not to be here, Radha .. why are you rocking once, hm."
He pulled Radha away a little, but her, who was panicking in this case, was just himself alone. While Radha slowly calms down and Layla seems silent for maybe fear of her employer going mad.
"You can be careful, right, Layla? You're not the first time you've fried fish? Why this messy?!!"
Jelita knows the ability of her domestic assistant, this kind of thing should not be this stupid. And even Layla he was familiar with such meticulous and careful work.
"I'm sorry, Madam .. I didn't mean it," he said without daring to look at Jelita, Jelita's anger was rare, and if he had accepted it he was in danger.
"Wait for Mama here, don't go anywhere."
Radha nodded, according to what her in-laws ordered. Radha grimaced, even now she wanted to cry, the red that was so real in her white skin.
But strangely, Layla just stared flat at her who looked in pain. There was no regret or desire to apologize to her young lady. He is only focused on his work now, but Radha is not too severe, he thought.
"Radha, come with Mama."
Layla should feel guilty, just herself who ketar ketir. Because what she faced later was not only her son, but her husband. Raka was so meticulous about the things that happened to Radha, and Jelita did not want the commotion to happen again.
"Just a little reddish, why does Madam worry about it."
He let out a slow breath, smiling faintly as he looked at the fish that were now in the hot oil.
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"Say!! This why?"
Obviously he was angry, with a face that was already red Gian demanded Radha's explanation. The return of the wife into the room that suddenly brought a hand that was not okay it made Gian's anger overflow.
"Zura, don't you have a mouth or why? What's with your hand?"
He had not been able to answer, even from the beginning stepped into the room Gian had hunted him with endless questions. Just about to open his mouth, but the man again demanded an explanation.
"You must be trying to do something that Mama has forbidden, right?"
"Bu-not so ...."
"Continue what? Don't tell me this is a wound from hot water? You've never had coffee, Zura ... and also can't you ask Layla or the others if you need anything?"
Radha closed her eyes, when would she talk if her husband was more chatty than a housewife at the end of a month like this. I want her to shut her husband's mouth for a moment with the things in this room.
"Aren't you going to listen to me or not?"
"Ck, hurry up and say, why?"
Previously he wanted to be honest, but seeing how Gian now feels to complain and tell the truth is the same as making Layla in danger.
"Don't lie, Ra .. You can't possibly fry a fish, touch the fish you're afraid of."
He catches the lie clearly, it seems Radha is trying to hide something. Until he got out of bed and approached Jelita who he believed was still in the kitchen.
"Ma!!"
"Mama!!"
"Sister, don't yell that way," she asked so worriedly that Gian was looking for Jelita like never before.
"Ck, let me go!! I fried the guy who made you hurt it." He let out a rough breath, because what was on his chest was now only a big suspicion on his housekeeper.
"Hey you!! Why dare you look at me?"
What Radha was afraid of actually happened, he caught Layla who had just tidied up the stove and some equipment there. And Gian can easily deduce the cause of his wife's injury.
"You're you, right?"
"What does young master mean? S-I don't understand," he said this time really scared, unlike before when he faced Jelita, Gian's hand grip on his wrist was so strong that it hurt.
"You see!! You have eyes that still work fine, right?"
He slammed Layla's hand after he managed to bring the woman closer to his wife. An uncomfortable and worried face Radha can not hide, Gian is now really angry, even the softness that Radha tried did not actually work.
"I'm sorry, Mr. .. I accidentally, young lady who approached and surprised me and I don't know if the oil splash will hurt him, either" he said, making Radha frown. Though he remembered, there was nothing like it, even he had greeted Layla before noticing what the woman was doing.
"Don't lie, the wound is too big if you say just a splash of oil."
In this situation, what he really feared was that Gian fully replied to what his wife had received. He roughly pulled Layla's arm towards the kitchen and ordered Layla to pour more oil into the frying pan on the stove.
"Light up" he said, which made Radha panic, Gian's cold voice dominated even beating the heat of the stove.
"So don't be crazy, don't be Mba."
"Light up, Layla, I'm the one you're supposed to obey here."
"Don't, Mba ... Please!!"
"Can you shut up, Zura?"
"Sister has no right to torture him" Radha shakes her head, begging Gian to stop his crazy intentions.
Gian clucked in annoyance, he stared coldly at Radha beside him. Then focus on staring at the pale face of his household assistant, dare to do of course have to bear the consequences.
"You want to die?"
"I'm sorry, sir."
Unexpectedly, something like this can anger her husband so much. Radha looked at the worry of women who were not much different age from him, of course, fear attacked him, but it seemed that Gian was not tempted by tears that had soaked the cheeks of women who were now resting in front of him.
"Injuring my wife is like looking to die" he said coldly and looked down at Layla's disheveled face.