Night Destiny
The Arrival of In-Law

Azka is back fresh. His face looks very bright. Unlike Salsa whose face is flushed with embarrassment.

"This wife, it's even more beautiful when you're blushing!."

Salsa only smiled faintly, "It's eight o'clock, Mas. Don't you think you're late?" asked Salsa to switch the conversation.

Azka hugged Salsa from behind, resuscitating her chin on the boat of her beloved wife. "Who will be angry? I'm the boss!" said Azka arrogantly.

"Yes, yeah. Boss mah is free. But you don't get angry if your attitude is modeled after your men later!."

Azka chuckled, "Everyone who works with me, must have high discipline. Because the office pays employees above average. Even the bonuses are many. They dare to break office rules."

"Yes still. A superior should set a good example for his subordinates."

"Well queen mother, I'll learn to be a better boss."

"It has to be!."

Azka flipped Salsa's body until the two faced each other, "But no promise that it was like this morning!."

Blushes

Once again Salsa's face blushed. Why does Azka always talk about it?

"Duh, duh, duh. It's so nice to see this beautiful face. Whose wife is it?."

"Yes your wife, Bang!."

"Mother!," call Azka and Salsa compact.

Gita walked up to the child and his daughter-in-law. A happy smile was on the middle-aged woman's face.

"Pantes to not hear the greetings of Mother many times. You guys are so friendly apparently."

"No, Bun. We-we!."

"Mother kayaks are never young!" cut Azka fast.

Salsa was only able to smile shyly, looking at her husband who even blinked one eye.

"Mas, it's noon. Go there."

"Allah, indeed at home with this tight guard will there be what? Bucin you are," slurried Gita.

Azka only snorted annoyedly, but did not stop going to the office.

After the departure of her son, Gita introduced Bi Sari which would become ART for Salsa.

"This is Bi Sari. He will help you in this house. Bi Sari has been with Mommy for decades. He also helped Mother take care of Azka. So, if there's anything, you can ask Bi Sari."

"Greetings, Bi. I'm Salsa."

"I'm Sari, miss."

Gita told Bi Sari to rest first, while she was in the guest room with Salsa.

"How is your relationship with Azka?."

Salsa smiled gently, "Our relationship is good, Bun. It could even be said to be progressing a lot!."

Gita returned her daughter-in-law's smile, "Thank God then. Mother pray, may you always be happy. The new mother now sees Azka as happy as this."

"I mean Mother?."

"Azka had never been in a relationship with another woman besides Salwa. Maybe he's stuck with his feelings for Salwa. More precisely, Azka was not a person who was sensitive to her own feelings. Since childhood always with Salwa, the school together even become a protector for Salwa when there is something disturbing the girl. Azka thought she loved Salwa as a woman. In fact, all is just the affection of his brother to his sister. Their togetherness for years made Azka unable to distinguish between love in women, where love in her sister. His life was monotonous, while still in school he was busy studying. After that, he was busy opening his own business. He had time to think about his feelings. Until finally, Azka thought of marrying Salwa."

Salsa still heeded the words of her in-laws, she said,

"Mother is grateful, because Azka met a good woman like you. Regardless of how you initially met. But Mother still loves you like Mother's own daughter. The proof, Azka has changed a lot. She's more mature and sensitive," Gita chuckled.

"I'm the lucky one to meet Mas Azka, Bun. She's so perfect. Even sometimes I doubt, can I go with him."

"Did Azka already express her feelings to you?," Salsa nodded in embarrassment, "That means, she already loves you. He made his choice for you. Azka is a loyal person. And she will definitely protect whatever she loves. Never doubt yourself, son. You are even very worthy to accompany your son. Azka your husband, he's yours. So you have to take care of what is already yours. Being sensitive to circumstances and situations is important, maintaining what is ours is a must."

"I'm not impressed selfish, Bun. You know, Salwa was my sister. And he still loves Mas Azka!."

Gita grabbed her daughter-in-law's hand, grasping it gently with a mother's shady gaze. "You want Azka to return to Salwa?" Salsa shook her head, "Then, never doubt yourself."

"Thank you, Bun. I will take good care of my husband. I will also learn to be a better wife!."

"Of course, Son. Mommy believes you can be a good wife for your son. Mother believes she will be happy with you."