Your Uncle Is My Soul
Chapters. 38. Amendment

Mey is increasingly restless and unable to sleep after hearing Zaidan's conversation with a person she doesn't know who it is.

Nayla Latifah across the phone really wanted to laugh out loud hearing the words of her cousin's sister. to the extent that Kayla who entered into his sister's room was astonished to see and hear the words of Zaidan which was full of drama.

"Huh..the drama king started acting again! until when do they live with a very heeled relationship" lamented Kayla who was already sitting in front of her youngest sister.

Mey could not even calm down in her blanket so curious, the coco really wanted to know who the person she was accompanying spoke to.

"Who the hell is that woman, somehow I don't feel happy to hear them talk, are they not dating? Means Abang Zaidan cheated on me" guessed Meylani who eventually fell into Zaidan's trap.

Zaidan who saw the moves made by Meylani felt quite satisfied for succeeding with perfect grades, Mey stuck to herself in her pompous game.

Zaidan soon ended the conversation on his phone with his cousin's sister Kayla, the HRD manager at the company where he worked.

"Tomorrow I'd like to see to what extent you hold your ground if you don't like me yet, because my feeling is that my name is already imprinted in your heart and mind," Zaidan smiled meaningfully looking at the uneasiness shown by Mey behind her blue blanket.

Zaidan immediately closed the screen of his phone with his smirk smile. He immediately closed his eyes with a big smile by turning his back to Meylani so that what he did was not discovered by Mey his own wife. Mey secretly eavesdropped on Zaidan's conversation with the girl Nayla called him.

Mey saw that Zaidan had fallen asleep in his sleep and then he woke up, he could not hear them talking to the two of them. Until his ears were like burning heat to hear Zaidan who spoke softly and affectionately in Mey's ears.

I am not willing and will not want to see you travel with other women. I will show you who Meylani Ramadhani Zulkarnain is.

Mey clasped tightly onto her fist to the point that her eyes were glaring with anger and annoyance.

Time passed until the two couples slept in their sleep in their beds.

But, Mey's day determined to herself cook every day, she didn't want a woman named Nayla to be the bully of their relationship. What Meylani did without realizing it, until the last few days he was able and able to forget the memories with him with Bisma Dirgantara Rudyatmo.

What is because of the intensity of closeness that is intensively implemented by Zaidan is able to cover that sense so that the last few days Mey focus is on Zaidan husband and his halal lover.

I don't want to lose to that obscure woman, you may be her special friend Brother, but I am her legal wife.

I'm not a stupid woman who just looks at my husband being approached by a woman of unclear origin like Nayla belagu and pretentious.

Mey immediately neutralized her feelings before starting cooking. He did not want the taste of his cooking to be affected with his anger, aggravation and jealousy it ruined his mood when concocting some herbs.

"Hopefully you like my cooking, because it has been almost six months more always just brother who cooks, because, if Ratih's mother in the village knew this could be serious and the world would end if Mama knew everything about my household that was not right."

Mey today will cook white rice, rib soup with sausage meatball topping, sambal terasi, fried chicken kremes plus tempe tofu mendoang planned to be cooked. Meylani glanced towards the wall clock that was right above her refrigerator.

"It's seven in less than ten minutes, but Abang's tumben woke up late," his great-grandson Mey continued to cut the spices that would be mashed.

Seasoning onion, garlic, chives, cabbage vegetables, carrots, potatoes, mushrooms as well as some other ingredients.

A few minutes later, several dishes were cooked by Meylani. Smell the aroma of the spice until it smelled towards the stairs where Zidan down the steps of the stairs.

"My wife's pounding cooks, whether her head's against a wall or a door blow, to this day it's changed, or not because I called Nayla,"