
"From today on Clara will stay here with us!" sultan almost made Muti shok.
The tears that Muti had been enduring had finally trickled down as well. Then, with a trembling voice holding back the sobs, Muti said, "Perach Me Brother! If indeed Kak Sultan wants the woman to stay here!" muti said as she wiped her tears.
Clara who heard Muti's request, smiled behind the door. It turned out that he did not need to painstakingly devise a plan to remove Muti from the Sultan's life.
While the Sultan who heard Muti's request immediately stood up from his seat and said, "No! Clara will be here until the content is strong. Like it or not, you have to accept it! Clara is now my wife and she will soon be the mother of my son!"
"Sorry then, brother! Big brother must choose, it's me or him who must stay here!" muti said as she stepped out of the room.
Muti wiped away the rest of his tears, before leaving the room, he was going to the kitchen to console himself while preparing the ingredients he planned to cook.
As Muti walked out of the room, he saw Clara standing by the stairs with a sinister look. Muti didn't care, he walked past Clara, but as his feet just stepped onto the first rung, Clara said, "We'll see, who will Kak Sultan choose! You better give up, because you must have lost to compete with me! Sultan just loves me!" clara was very confident.
"Even if you feel winning now can get the love of my husband and carry his child, even if it is indeed a baby in your stomach is really the son of Kak Sultan! but, just so you know, I'm actually the winner in the Hendrawan family! If you don't believe me please go up and ask my husband directly!" muti said with a smile and continued his steps down the stairs.
Muti was determined, would fight Clara and intend to teach her a lesson if indeed the Sultan chose her honey.
Seeing that Muti had just left her, Clara felt annoyed, then she caught up with Muti while saying, "Hey wait! What do you mean! It's good that you say this is not the son of Kak Sultan, you envy yes, because eventually my son will be the successor and heir. I'll make sure! you'll be eliminated soon and I'll be the only son-in-law in the Hendrawan family!"
Muti just turned to Clara with a smile, then he continued down the stairs leading to the kitchen.
Clara was very upset that Muti was not affected in the slightest by his words, and she had the idea that the Sultan should come down and pay more attention to him in order to make Muti hot.
"Ouch! Hiks..hiks. Sultan please! Please brother, my stomach hurts!" shout Clara. Then, he sat down on one of the stairs while holding his lower abdomen.
The Sultan who was at the door was about to go to the office again, saw Clara sitting on the stairs immediately running, "Clara! You why? Does your stomach hurt? I told you earlier, you just rest in the lower room and don't go up and down the stairs!" sultan said as he carried Clara and brought her down and put her to sleep on the sofa.
Muti who saw that shook his head, "The charade!" muti said while leaving the two behind.
Clara, who heard this, said, "Look, sister! I'm told to make a show, my stomach does hurt, brother, maybe it's true the influence of up and down the stairs, hiks..hiks," said Clara.
while crying back.
"Yes, don't cry, I'll explain the state of your pregnancy to Muti after coming home from the office. Right now there's work to be done, you just rest in the room. Come on, I'll carry you to the room" said the Sultan.
The sultan took Clara to his room, after which he paid his respects to the office. But before that the Sultan would call Bi Tina to accompany Clara.
Muti was shocked when he saw in the kitchen that a middle-aged woman was cooking fried chicken.
"Whose aunt?" ask Muti.
"Oh, yes Bi just continue. Actually I was going to cook, yes it was later after Auntie finished," said Muti.
"Let Me alone Madam. What does Madam want to cook?"
"The chicken actually wants me to cook opor and fried shrimp, because it's your favorite, but because it's fried, it's already Bi, next time just cook the opor."
"I'm sorry, because I'm the Madam so cancel your favorite cooking."
"Nothing Bi, go on. I want to go back to my room" said Muti.
When Muti turned around, the Sultan was already at the door of the kitchen.
"Bi, just leave the cooking, accompany Clara because she's not well!" sultan's orders.
"But sir, this fried chicken is also Mrs Clara's request and is still half-cooked, should I just turn off the stove?"
"Mut, can you please help to continue Bi Tina's work until the fried chicken is cooked?"
Muti thought for a moment, then he replied, "Well, no problem, but my request remains the same, I give a week for Kak Sultan to think," Muti said.
"But Mut, I beg you to understand, Clara's content is in trouble, said the doctor he had to rest a lot because he kept removing spots. I was afraid to leave him alone, so I brought him here. I promise you, once it's healthy, it'll take it away from here."
Muti did not answer, he was still thinking whether to grant the Sultan's request or stick with his stance.
Seeing Muti silent, the Sultan had hope that Muti would agree, and he asked again, "How is Mut?"
"I will think first, later when Kak Sultan comes home from the new office I give a decision," said Muti.
"Well then, I'll go first. I'm trying to get home as soon as possible."
"Hmmm..." Muti simply cleared his throat in response to Sultan's words as he flipped the fried chicken inside the frying pan.
After the Sultan left, Muti raised the half-cooked chicken, then he took the salt and poured it into the chicken, then he fried it back to dry.
While in the room, Bibi was asked to massage Clara's legs and hands, until she fell asleep. After Clara fell asleep, Bi Tina returned to the kitchen, but she did not find Muti there.
Bi Tina also cleaned the dirty bowl of chicken container, then she headed upstairs to meet Muti to ask, what should he do again.