WIFE TO MY HUSBAND
CHAPTER 22.

Zidan returned to the living room with a tray filled with drinks followed by his house assistant who brought a tray containing snacks.

"Abi, Umi's going to the room," Adel asked suddenly.

His face was flat making Zidan and the others confused by Adel's suddenly changing attitude. But not with Bu Sekar, he looked relaxed and even sat near Nisa with a jumawa.

"But it was Umi ...."

"Please take Umi upstairs, Bi. Please," cut Adel still flat.

The worried Bu Hanif finally nodded at Zidan, asking him to obey Adel's will.

"Just take a look, son Zidan. Maybe Adel's tired, taking a break." Bu Hanif pushed Adel's wheelchair closer towards Zidan.

Zidan nodded obediently. "Good, Mom. Everyone, I stay a while. Please enjoy the meal."

"Yes thank you, Nak Zidan," said Mr. Hanif smiling, as usual every time he visits Zidan will treat Adel's family as well as possible.

"Do I need help, Mom?" nisa offered herself.

Adel nodded slowly. "No need, Nis. You both want to be the same Mas Zidan, don't you?"

Nisa looked disappointed, but could do nothing but give in and nod.

"I-yeah, no papa, ma'am." Nisa returned to her seat with a bent face.

"Mbak is just tired, just relax Ma'am will not forget that you also have the right to Mas Zidan."

Nisa was stunned in her chair, only nodding and not daring to answer anything. All were confused by the change in Adel's attitude which they thought was too sudden.

"Come, Bi." Adel held zidan's hand and hinted to leave immediately.

Zidan nodded and began to push Adel's wheelchair away, arriving on the stairs to the second floor where their room was located, Zidan stopped and held Adel ala bridal style because Adel's wheelchair is not possible to take up the stairs.

Deghs

Perih ... that is what Nisa suddenly felt when she saw how the message of Zidan treated Adel. There was a hint of envy, but Nisa also realized that she was just a wife who had not been loved by her husband. And their marriage was like Adel's alms to him.

"You crying?" whispered Bu Sekar slowly.

Nisa who regained consciousness immediately shrank her tears and smiled faintly. "Ah, I'm not, Mom."

"Let's have a drink, Nisa. Usually if this drink Zidan always make his own for his guests. Especially for his own family, Zidan prefers to make it directly rather than tell his assistant. Try to taste the make" said Ms. Hanif as she thrust a glass of latte into Nisa's face.

Its color and beautiful complexion make Nisa to be amazed and affectionate to drink it. However, seeing as there is love there Nisa and merta just directly chugging away at the latte.

"Already, don't you think once about Zidan's feelings for you. What is important is that now you have his wife's right, too, and can also live a good life enjoying his property," continued Bu Sekar slowly in Nisa's ear.

Nisa who heard it immediately swerved and almost spouted the latte in her mouth into the face of the mother.

Bu Hanif did not hear Bu Sekar's previous words to Nisa until he made her like that.

"No, no papa kok Bude." Nisa shook her head after swallowing her latten with one rough gulp.

Bu Hanif nodded and went back to enjoying his latte while joking with Mr. Hanif.

Nisa glared at Bu Sekar. "Why did you say that anyway? What does it mean try? I used to not believe in gini, Mom. How did it suddenly turn out to be like in-law matre anyway?"

Bu Sekar looked excited and quickly pulled Nisa towards Alan who was sitting relaxed while dipping his feet into the pool water.

Nisa brushed off her mother's hand. "Duh, what the hell is Mom? It hurts."

Bu Sekar put his index finger on his lips. "Shuuttt .. that's why you don't talk out loud. How do they sound?"

Nisa follows Bu sekar's index finger which leads to Pak Hanif and Bu Hanif who are still busy chattering about her on the family room sofa.

"Why the hell, Mom? Why are we here too? It would be nice to sit there, not get hot," Nisa protested annoyed.

Bu Sekar pulled Nisa's hand until she sat down near Bu Sekar, Alan turned briefly towards his mother and brother but a second later returned to throw his face indifferently.

"You're horrified, Nis. Mother was not a matre, only could see the situation. Well it is a coincidence that the situation now you have been married to a rich man even though your status is only the second wife. But it is still automatic there will be a living from your husband for you," Bu Sekar lirih but excited while occasionally glancing at Adel's parents to make sure that they are not suspicious of his gestures.

That innocent Nisa seemed to frown deeply. "I mean mother? It is the duty of the husband to live for his wife, Mom. Yes it is natural ... continue the coincidence where?"

Bu Sekar patted his eel, realizing that all this time his daughter was only beautiful in face but less provision to live in the world.

"Why are you so slow, Nis? Pantes aja Zidan still not even look at you and always Adel, Adel, Adel are the priority. Abisnya you oon anyway," scolding Bu Sekar even told his own son.

"Duh, Mother .. minglingan do not beat around the bush and just explain why the hell?" nisa's protesting impatiently.

"Huft, yes. So gini I mean, if later your rich husband ngasi you a living, it is not possible a little tuh. Well you ask for two options, one cash for you and another use a rich card in Korean films. Well the money you hold yourself that your card loves to mother, so here you do not have to bother working anymore to earn rich money in the village," said Bu Sekar at length.

Nisa was surprised not to hear the words that had just been thrown from her mother's old lips which are usually always satisfied with just a plate of fried rice leftover yesterday or a lump of boiled yam as a hungry booster.

Now what Nisa sees in front of her is precisely the mother who thirsts for property that is actually not hers, Nisa even to the point of not recognizing her own mother with such a nature.

"So you want morotin's own mother-in-law?" muttered Nisa shed tears so unreliable.

Bu Sekar screeched. "Who wants morotin anyway? I'm just giving you advice. Which benefits all of us, benefits you, benefits your mother, also your sister who until now has not been clear the path of her life. You can bear our hardship while you are already good at living here? Have you forgotten that the mother who gave birth to you and has supported you all this time? You're the same mom, Nisa?"

Bu Sekar until glaring his eyes when talking to Nisa, I don't know what demon possessed her until it can act like now. Though previously Bu Sekar was an ordinary housewife who only hung life from the results of a patch of garden relics of her husband.

Nisa held her head in frustration and had no intention of answering her mother's words, while Alan who looked bored now moved away towards the family room sofa where there were Pak Hanif and Bu Hanif there.

But before arriving on the couch, Alan is prevented by Zidan. They seemed to be talking about something but were not heard by Nisa and Bu Sekar whose position was a bit far away. But the shocked expressions of Bu Hanif and Pak Hanif who were there explained that there was important information that Zidan and Alan talked about there.

"Nisa! Please come upstairs for a minute. I want to talk" Zidan said after speaking with Alan.