Black Stain My Husband

Looking for Zahra

Zahra blinked her eyes. Massaging his head that feels dizzy. His gaze went down the ceiling which looked different from his room. 

Where'sisthis? Ask yourself. 

Shut up for a moment, remembering what happened before he was in that place. 

"The night I passed out, who helped me?" He was surprised.  She quickly grabbed her blanket and checked the clothes she was wearing. Not caring about his head that was still twitching, he made sure if he was okay. 

"Who changed my clothes?"

Zahra also felt her head wrapped in hijab. Confused, but he believes the one who helped him was a good man. 

"Can't be a bad guy. The proof is that she's still changing my hijab." 

Zahra got out of bed and went to the bathroom when she had a stomachache. 

Without knocking on the door, a middle-aged woman walked in carrying a serving of rice in her hand. He was not surprised by the empty bed after hearing the sound of water rustling from the bathroom. 

"It turns out the lady was conscious. Poor him." The drums then put the rice on the nightstand. 

Almost out, the bathroom door opened. Forced the woman to cancel her intention and approached Zahra who was still a little staggering. 

"Miss is okay?" the woman asked, leading Zahra to the sofa. 

Zahra. Looking at the appearance of the woman who was like a maid. 

"I'm a maid here" she said before Zahra asked.

"Who helped me, Bi?" ask Zahra enthusiastically. 

"Mr Azka, Miss."

"Awka?" rework Zahra to make sure. 

The woman nodded without a sound. They did not know each other because the maid had only three months to work at the Azka family home, while the other maid worked outside. 

"Now Miss eat first." Aunty took some food and helped feed the weak Zahra. 

Not long after, Azka entered without permission. The man smiled looking at Zahra who finally came to his senses from her stupor. 

"Why do you not help me?" asked Zahra in embarrassment. 

Many past memories made her feel guilty for Azka, including the matchmaking she had to reject. Zahra did not want to hurt anyone, but she had to do it for the good of everyone. 

"Why indeed? Are we not now friends?" 

"But you didn't change my clothes?" 

Aunty brought the plate out, she did not want to disturb Zahra and Azka who were talking to each other. 

I think Zahra's godain is funny too. 

Azka smiled and sat down next to Zahra. They were nearly a meter away as Zahra continued to shift her body towards the edge. 

"I helped you, I changed your clothes." 

Zahra's eyes were opened. He did not believe Azka's words that most likely could happen also considering her clothes were soaked because of rain. 

"Mas Azka don't lie" Zahra said. Completely evaded. What if it's true, it means there's another guy who's seen his body. 

Cupping both his hands on his chest and continuing to stare at Azka disdainfully. It was as if the man was a terrifying wedge. 

"I'm not lying. You were cold last night and I had to take off your shirt, and I've seen the curves of your sexy body." Turning his head while raising his eyebrows which made Zahra even more upset and throw a pillow towards Azka who was still grim. 

Zahra immediately looked over. He did not forget someone who had demeaned him. And also made him have to stay away from Azka. 

"Before a minute, ma'am," said Azka. He saw the clock in his hand and moved from his seat. 

Zahra followed Azka who approached her mother. 

"Mom, let Zahra rest here for a while. Later let me take her home," Azka said to her mother who looked sullen. 

"Whatever, what's important is that he doesn't have a bad influence on you." Said and left. Not minding Zahra's hand stalling wanted to shake hands. 

"You rest, Za. I'll take you home later." 

Zahra nodded without a sound. Because, for now he is still confused about where to go, considering that Aidin who has been able to betray him.

Zahra chose to sit on the edge of the bed and stared out the window. There was no way he would come out of that room, while the entire Azka family was in the living room. 

Zahra was silent, she could do nothing but wait for Azka, there was no place to dock, she refused to go home and meet Aidin. If to his father's house surely the oppression will be repeated again. Zahra also did not want to live in her mother's house. 

"Great boy, hitchhiking in the house of someone who's ever been rejected."

Someone came again without permission. As if to insinuate the existence of Zahra. 

Zahra stood up and looked at the girl leaning beside the door. 

"What do you mean, Nilam?" The girl is Azka's sister who also hates Zahra for ever rejecting her brother. 

"You should know yourself and not dare to set foot in this house" he added. 

"Now go! Do not try to disturb Azka's sister, because soon she will marry a more beautiful and rich woman, not a woman like you who is pretentious but has a mother of a prostitute."

Both of Zahra's hands were clenched perfectly. His anger peaked when he heard his mother insulted. No matter how bad her mother was the one who gave birth to her and her heart ached when she heard that. 

"If it wasn't your brother who brought me here, I wouldn't have set foot in this house either." 

Zahra came out across Nilam's body. Without further ado he left the house rather than having to accept any more insults. 

On the other side 

Aidin's been really frustrated. Almost the entire night he searched for Zahra, but did not find the whereabouts of the woman. He came to Adinata's father's house and Zahra did not return there. The last place he had not been to was the residence of Mama Delia. 

Aidin parked his car on the side of the road. Staring at the luxurious house of mama Delia from the side of the car. 

If Zahra wasn't here then where did she go?

Aidin came in and knocked on the gate. The guards did not forbid either, as they already knew who the man who was currently at the door was. 

"Do you want to come here?"

Mama Delia folded both her hands staring at the cynical Aidin. 

"Where's Mama hiding Zahra?" ask Aidin directly to the core. He does not want to buy any more time. 

Mama Delia smiled wryly. Looking at the appearance of Aidin who is slightly tangled and collapsed. 

"Why are you looking for him? Isn't this what you wanted, Zahra left and you can freely sleep with any woman." 

As a mother, Mama Delia also felt pain with the unfair treatment of Aidin to her daughter. However, he was like a statue that could do nothing, afraid that Zahra would be even more angry with him. 

Aidin did not say much, he chose to leave rather than serve his mother-in-law.