WIFE TO MY HUSBAND
CHAPTER 7.

Chequelek

 Nisa opens the door to an apartment room that Adel and Zidan had just rented for her while in town. And they also gladly sent a driver to pick up Bu Sekar in the village and bring him to the city for the procession of Nisa and Zidan proposal that they had agreed before.

"Waaahhh her beauty," muttered Nisa after the clerk who drove her inside and carried her shabby bag away.

"Unit Pakde and Bude are next door, so I shouldn't have to worry if there's anything, right?" murmured Nisa while walking around the minimalist but very complete room.

"Wuaahhh, look at the kitchen. It's even almost like the kitchen's the artists on the neighboring TV." Nisa ran around and held all the items on the kitchen table. Admire every new thing you see for the first time.

Tulalite

Tulalite

 Nisa's old-fashioned phone rang, as soon as she picked it up from her skirt pocket and found Adel's name plastered there.

"Hello, assalamu'alaikum Ma'am." Nisa sits her ass in one of the high chairs in the pantry

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Nis." said Adel slowly.

 Nisa is still trying to climb the chair that is quite high, but never arrived.

 Brugh

"Adudamudu," said Nisa grimacing.

"Hello, Nis? You're not papa?" adel's voice again sounded from the speaker phone that had previously been thrown from Nisa's hand.

But the name is also an old-fashioned mobile phone, crashing can still live.

 By enduring the pain in her waist Nisa took away her phone despite her teasing.

"Hello, yes Ma'am. Sorry just now Nisa jatoh," said Nisa wagging her hand that felt pained.

"What's? Hihihi Nisa, Nisa. You're not careful anyway? Could time fall again?" adel's laughter sounded like a divorce over there.

"Hehehe doesn't know, Ma'am. It was her intention to sit on a chair but instead the edges sit on the floor, on the floor also the floor is the same as my ass," Nisa laughed as well.

  That's how Nisa and Adel have always been, never quarreled or angry over any issue since they were with in school. Everything was seen from a different perspective by them and made them very close and loving to each other like now.

"Do you like the apartment?" chirp Adel after they are satisfied laughing.

 Nisa turns her body enjoying the beauty of the apartment space which is tens of times larger than the house in her place in the village.

"Huuuummmm, how are you? This ... is it not too much, Ma'am? It's big and it's really nice. Surely the rent price is expensive, do you not lose rent this place just for me?" nisa's not feeling well.

"Haish what the hell are you, Nis? You already consider me a friend as well as a sister. Even soon you will be the sister of honey Ma'am right? So that's a good price for you, Nisa."

Nisa is very moved to hear how good Adel is to her, not only the material even now her perfect husband wants to share with Nisa who in fact is only a friend, and also a poor village girl.

"Ah, and one more," added Adel.

"What is that, Ma'am?" Nisa asked anxiously in case there was any bad news that Adel would tell her.

"Ah, Ma'am know aja," kekeh Nisa shy, he walked slowly towards the sofa that is not far from the position of its foundation, and sat slowly there.

"The apartment is not rented. It has been bought by Mas Zidan on your behalf" said Adel lightly.

 But not so with Nisa, her body that had just slid comfortably on the soft sofa was now rising tensely.

"What, Ma'am? In buy? In the name of Nisa?"

****

In the hospital.

"Where's Umi?" ask Zidan after Adel finishes calling.

 The happiness is clearly visible on Zidan's face because he has just seen with his own eyes how his beloved wife has begun to cheer up again. And all because of Nisa of course.

 In the heart of Zidan slowly but surely, Nisa has crept in although still can not replace Adel as the main owner of his heart. All of that was started on the basis of his gratitude to Nisa who was able to bring his wife's cheerful laughter back.

"Alhamdulillah, Nisa is very happy like Bi. Hopefully after this we can all live in harmony yes," Adel smiled.

 Zidan nodded his head, delighted to see the firm line of smiles that had been several months away from his wife's face.

"Oh yes, Bi. If you don't mind Umi wants to eat chocolate cheese toast the same as ice boba, about the same doctor can not ya?" chirped Adel suddenly.

"What's? Umi want to eat that? Abi go buy it now!" Zidan immediately grabbed his car keys and lightning-fast out of the room.

 His spirit rose up to hear his wife who previously had no appetite for food now actually asked for food that was his favorite food before getting sick.

 Adel just smiled a little and shook his head at the enthusiasm of her husband. He also wondered why he suddenly wanted food that had not been at his door since he was sick.

 Fifteen minutes after her husband's departure, the door to the room was knocked on the tap and immediately opened even though Adel had not let the guest in.

"Well, Mama?" shocked Adel when he saw who entered his room was the mother-in-law who had insulted him all day.

 Bu Sita looked standing haughty with her hands folded on her chest.

"Yes, why? You surprised? Oh yeah, I heard that you asked Zidan to marry again. Well, it's good that you finally realized that Zidan needs a better woman than you. Who can give offspring of course."

 Adel gulped, his heart ached every time his mother-in-law talked about his lack of being able to give children to her husband.

"But, I hope you didn't ask too much of Zidan for your useless permission. Well, who knows you took advantage of the situation and asked all sorts of things in return for your permission for Zidan to remarry. In terms of you and your family it will be able to live as well as now thanks to my son who never counted the same you guys," said Bu Sita Sharp.

"Stop, Ma! Enough's enough! Adel has said please insult Adel as you like! But stop saying that Adel's parents used Mas Zidan! Enough, Ma!" pekik Adel frustrated.

 Tears that had been dry changed laugh now back hardened as Adel's heart was broken again the act of his crazy in-laws.

 Bu Sita raised his eyebrows defiantly, undaunted in the slightest by the screams of Adel which he thought was just a shame in his son's life.

"Whatever! But now I will make sure that Zidan will get women who are equal and of course not sick like you!" resolute Bu Sita while walking to get out of the room.

"No! We have our own candidates! Stop meddling and get out of here!" firmly the baritone voice that greeted Bu Sita from outside the door that he had just opened.