Sacred In Stain
Pel Fabric

Assalamu'alaikum my dear readers. Still in the moment of Eid al-Fitr holiday do not forget to take care of your health, may you always be healthy and happy wherever you are. I came back with a new story. May it be pleasing to get a lot of love from you, just as I wrote it always full of love in every type of spelling script. Happy reading all 🥰.

Before reading this story, it is recommended to first read my novel entitled Wife of Arjuna, to better understand the storyline later.

Chapters 1. Pel Fabric

Sweat on Khalisa's forehead, occasionally he wiped his sweat using the back of his hand on the sidelines of his busy washing dishes used family dinner.

"Khal, don't forget the garbage is thrown away. If the garbage is abandoned in the house later ngundang rat!" exclaimed Wulan her mother-in-law from the family room.

"Yes, Mom." Khalisa answered half-screaming so that his voice reached the middle room there.

Dion, her husband and mother-in-law, and her sister-in-law, Dania, were watching a comedy show on television. There was boisterous laughter, while Khalisa was still busy with dirty dishes and his wet apron in the kitchen. He only sighed, although honestly he also wanted to watch together.

A smile was engraved on his tired face. Marrying Dion was an immeasurable happiness, like a gift to her. Especially after the presence of Afkar the son who is now three years old.

Since marriage, Khalisa has lived in his father-in-law's house in Dion's favor. Initially Khalisa wanted them to live separately to be more independent, in a rented house was okay. However, Dion objected because he could not if he had to let his elderly mother just live with his sister who was still in college, as well as Wulan the in-law who said the same thing, he said, it also stands to reason that there were no men in the house if Dion lived separately.

Khalisa never complained, always trying to serve this family wholeheartedly trying to be a good son-in-law. Although in fact the neighbors often sneer, that Khalisa is more deserving to be treated like a maid than a daughter-in-law.

Khalisa opened his apron, smiled relieved his work in the kitchen was finished and wanted to immediately play with the little Afkar the baby who was watching television. Khalisa was about to move out of the kitchen, then Wulan went in there and almost slipped a splash of water on the floor that was scattered when washing a large skillet used to cook gulai.

"Oh my goodness, Khal. You are a real job. What if Mom falls? Or do you intend to kill your in-laws because they are tired of filial piety to this family!" he snapped with wrathful buying eyes.

"Khalisa took some tissue sheets stored on top of the refrigerator, then squatted down to dry the water scattered on the floor.

"Tok a tissue anyway? Get the mop there! Wasting is its name. So the wife should be able to skimp!" Wulan started lecturing while shaking her waist. As usual, for him every day there was always something wrong that Khalisa did that caught his eye.

"What the hell is it, Mom?" Dion followed into the kitchen as soon as he heard a noise.

"This is your wife, wash dishes and kitchen utensils. Mother almost slipped because the floor was wet," Wulan explained with a raised voice.

"I didn't mean it, Mom." Khalisa lowered his head while spinning the end of his negligee which was also wet from the water from the apron he was wearing earlier.

"Other times more attention dong, Khal. The mother is old, if she falls down she can do her business!" Dion protested in a high tone while looking straight at the wife who was looking down deeply. "Mother must also control emotions, remember the tension that often goes up," said Dion who stood in the kitchen doorway.

"Yeah. Tomorrow I will pay more attention," he said hoarsely holding back tears.

"Must be. Don't repeat it again. You should be grateful that there is still my handsome son who wants to marry a woman like you who is just a orphanage with a sloping history that everyone knows. You're just a pretty face, don't act a lot."

"Good, Bu."

Khalisa immediately went to the back of the house to take a mop while holding tightness in the chest, while Dion persuaded his mother who was now sulking demanded to be calmed.

Seriate.