NAUGHTY WIFE GUS HANDSOME
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Today Mr. Sadewa invited Alira to go to the hotel to meet his future father-in-law who just arrived yesterday. He has also provided a complete gamis with pasmina selected by his domestic assistant for Alira to wear.

Mr. Sadewa wants his only child to look polite in front of his future clothes.

Mr. Sadewa went up to Alira's room while carrying a set of gamis that Mak Imah had chosen.

"Alira! Alira wakes up, son, today we have to go see your future in-laws." Call Mr. Sadewa, but there's no word.

"Alira! You hear Papa didn't?"

Many times the door was knocked and called Alira's name, but the occupants did not hear.

"Wake up is already noon!" Call him again while knocking on the door. But still no answer. Because Alira never woke up Mr. Sadewa decided to enter.

"Astaghfirullahaladzim Alira."

Mr. Sadewa Kurdi shook his head. How not? Alira still reverberates under her thick blanket while hugging her beloved teddy. Though the clock on the wall of the room was already pointing at the number eight in the morning, but Alira had not yet woke up. What a lazy girl.

What if Alira is married and lives at her in-laws' house, but doesn't wake up at this hour? Put where his face is in front of Kyai Sharif. Will he be very embarrassed because he will be considered unable to educate his daughter well?

In the store of the robe on the sofa near the bed and then sit on the edge of the bed.

"Alira wakes up son, we have to go see your future in-laws!"

On his gentle swab the head of his beloved daughter. Alira squirmed like a caterpillar then opened her two eyes slightly.

"Engh. Whoa." Alira closed her mouth because she yawned and was still sleepy and still in the process of collecting lives.

"Why the hell wake up, Alira, where's the morning too?"

"So early in the morning you say? It's eight o'clock more, let's get up! Today you have to go to the hotel. Cepetan clean-up, wear neat clothes. Dad, Papa bought a dress." Appoint Mr. Sadewa on the sofa where he had put the robe he was carrying.

Seeing that both of Alira's eyes immediately patterned perfectly.

How could she wear that mother-mom model? Almost he almost never wears such clothes even though he also does not wear clothes that lack materials as well. He prefers to wear casual and non-stiff clothes.

"How serious tell Al, put on that shirt?"

"Why is that so? From now onwards you should get used to wearing those clothes! Now quickly clean yourself and do not forget the clothes on!" he insisted without being denied then passed from his daughter's room.

Alira cengo's. Could he have to wear such a wide outfit for now and then? The papa must be joking?

"Hadeh, what dream did I have last night to wear this shirt?"

He watched the shirt for a moment and then walked lazily towards the bathroom.

About twenty minutes more Alira in the bathroom and went straight to the sofa right where the clothes had been provided by her father.

Alira looked at the dress again when at last her ART came reminding her that her papa was waiting below.

Alira was forced to finally wear it complete with pasmina hijab. Errata, Alira is not wearing her passport she just wrapped it around her neck for not being able to wear it.

Alira looks beautiful in a navy dress that makes her clean white skin more contrast and also pasmina hijab that adds to the impression of Sholehah women. Well, even though it is only used as an original, but Alira is indeed very beautiful.

After confirming his appearance Alira immediately went down. He went down the stairs carefully because the robe he wore made him not free to step.

"Bah!"

Mr. Sadewa who was reading the newspaper in the living room turned his gaze to a sullen voice. As soon as the newspaper in his hand came off, his two eyes did not blink looking at Alira who was transformed into a sholeh woman.

"God God is Papa's daughter beautiful." Praise the Kurds approaching which made Alira blush. It's strange that he was praised as beautiful when he was wearing a robe.

"How did you know that Papa's virgin daughter was already beautiful from birth?" alira answered with the pedal.

"Yes, but this time your aura of beauty is radiating more and more with you wearing this robe, dear."

"Well, by the way, let me wear this shirt, right?"

"No, Papa said what is. Yes, we're leaving now. We're too late!"

Finally they headed for a trip to the hotel where prospective besan Tuan Sadewa stayed for a while. There is no driver, Mr. Sadewa himself who drives because the only driver is a permit to go home to visit his family.

There they were both greeted warmly by Kyai Sharif and his wife-Bu Nyai Halimah. Mr. Sadewa introduced Alira to his future father-in-law.

"This is Alira my only daughter."

Nyai Halimah smiled. "Oh this is Alira? Beautiful," the compliment that makes both cheeks of Alira blush.

Alira smiled back then grabbed Bu Nyai's hand sticking it to the cheek. Although a little naughty, but Alira still knows manners. Kyai Sharif cupped his hands in front of his chest.

They are then welcome to sit down. Alira was sitting near her papa while beside her was Nyai Halimah's Bu. Kyai Syarif sat next to his wife while next to him was an empty bench. Alira could already guess who would occupy if not the stiff man.

Like old friends who first meet again after parting in general, Mr. Sadewa and Kyai Syarif also reminisce about the times when he had studied at the cottage now led by Kyai Sharif, because he married their kyai, Bu Nyai Halimah.

While Mr. Sadewa after graduating, he returned home and married Almira-mama Alira then they migrated to Jakarta and settled.

"Ohiya, by the way where was Nak Irham from earlier I didn't see him?" asked Mr. Sadewa because since he came did not see his son-in-law.

"Oh I forgot. Irham is having business outside maybe soon he will come" said Kyai Syarif.

Since then Alira just quietly listened while spinning the tip of the passport, he was like being agitated plus he was also nervous.

"What age is Alira?" asked Bu Nyai Halimah suddenly made the half-dreaming girl startled.

"Huh? Sa-me, Miss Nyai?" alira answered nervously. He was really groggy especially when this beautiful and graceful woman next to him carried his right hand and then held it.

There was a warm feeling that Alira felt. It was like something was flowing into his body causing a sense of comfort.

'Is this how it feels to have her hand held by a mother?' Alira makes up, there is a speck of clear liquid that pooled in both of her neutrals.

As a child born without having seen a mother, of course this kind of thing touches his heart.

"You're 22-year-old Ms. Nyai" he said after calming his heart down.

"Ummy! Call me, Ummi!"

Alira just nodded in response.

"Assalamualaikum," typical male baritone voice distracts them.

"Waalaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh." They're in unison.

"Why have you been waiting for Irham?" Kyai Sharif asked.

Gus Irham took Abah and Umminya's hand as well as his future father-in-law's.

"Sorry Abah just after Irham stopped by Dede's place for a while" he said after standing upright. The girl who sat in the details of her Umminya.

Like Mr. Sadewa Gus Irham was silent to see Alira who looks graceful like Umminya. Her clothes were covered and hooded though imperfect, but Alira really looked very different.

Feeling that someone was watching Alira immediately turned his head and glared at Gus Irham as if threatening not to mess with him. Gus Irham immediately dropped his gaze down while hesighfar inwardly.

"Bah, Al kebelet peed," he whispered in Mr. Sadewa's ear.

"Yes, but not for long."

Alira soon left after saying goodbye to her two future in-laws, but not to the stiff man. Alira just threw a sharp gaze that made Gus Irham lowered his head back.

Alira apparently did not go to the toilet, but the girl walked towards the park. He deliberately wanted to shy away from the marriage talks that might now be being discussed. Honestly, he was not ready to get married at the moment, but he also did not want to lose his papa. That man was the only person Alira had in this world.

Alira's tears suddenly flowed without feeling. The weight of the burden of life that he had to bear.

"Make your tears clear."

A burly hand held out a small box of tissue to Alira's face. Alira looked to the side.

"Who's elo?"

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