Exchange Myself for Justice

Chapter 33

After the congregational prayer, Zico immediately prepared to leave for duty, today there is a scheduled hearing in the state court in the lucky city. Zahira had prepared all her husband's clothes.

"Mas, you're home today, right?" ask the woman while buttoning the shirt worn by Zico.

"Not for sure, honey, this looks like the trial is quite long. There are a lot of people involved in bribery cases" explained the man. His hand could not stand still always stroking Zahira's cheek

"Oh," the woman replied in brief response.

"Are those the responses?"

"Keep, what am I going to answer?" ask Zahira confused.

"You should respond like this. "Well, if Abi doesn't come home we'll miss him" That should be the case," the man pointed out.

"Had to say so, but afraid that you wouldn't like it, I would be considered too spoiled," replied Zahira staring softly.

The cup!

Zico kissed his wife's lips with anxiety. Why women like to think for themselves.

"Now you and Zafran are ready, yes" the man said unexpectedly.

"Prepared? Where are we going?" zahira asked not to understand.

"Come with me, baby."

"Come with you, Mom? You seriously want to take me and Zafran?" ask the woman not to believe.

"Seriously dear Dong, where maybe I can afford to part with my wife and son for a long time," Zico replied seriously.

"Keep, when you're in court, where are we, Mas?" ask Zahira confused.

"No need to think about it, now you're ready, yes" the man said.

Zahira nodded obediently, immediately taking care of the tiny baby first. Finished bathing, as usual Zico will help Zahira to wear Zafran clothes.

"Here, let me take care of it, you take a bath, Dek," the man asked his wife.

"But, Mom, you're tidy. Then your clothes will be tangled," Zahira refused.

"It's okay, Deck, it won't tangle."

The woman does not want to argue anymore. He immediately handed Zafran over to Zico, and immediately prepared.

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Upon arrival in the city of Lucky, Zico immediately brought his wife to a house in the elite complex. The woman looked at the wonder where her husband was carrying.

"Let's go down, dear" Zico took Zafran from Zahira's lap.

"This is, whose house is this, Mas?" ask Zahira to come out.

"Come on." Zico took Zahira's hand to go inside.

"Good morning, sir," said one of the Artists.

"By, Bik. Oya, this is my wife and child" Zico told Bibik.

"Ah, good morning, Miss," they greeted Zahira kindly.

"Morning, back." Zahira nodded in a friendly manner.

"Come, sweetie." The man again took Zahira to ride on the second floor to the main room.

"Now we stay here, yes, until the case I'm working on is over" Zico told his wife.

"Whose house is this, Mas?" zahira asked still curious.

"It's my house, Dek, you don't have to hesitate."

Zahira was silent. Is that her husband? No wonder a judge has so many assets. Zahira just nodded in understanding.

Zico looked at the watch that had shown at half ten, it was a sign that thirty minutes more trial would be opened soon.

"Honey, I'm leaving now, yes, I'll see you later in the afternoon," she said, not forgetting to leave a trace dear.

This afternoon The thirty-five-year-old man had already returned with a happy face, Zahira and Zafran greeted with a sweet smile.

"Assynnya!" exclaimed the man, and immediately approached his son and wife who were in the family room.

"Did you come home?" tanya Zahira received the hand of the husband.

"Udah dong, how about, stay here?" ask Zico while taking Zafran from Zahira's sling, and kiss him.

"Alhamdulillah be at home, Mas. No, I made you a drink, "that woman's saying goes to the pantry.

"Abi's son is getting smarter now, hmm." Zico rubbed the four-month-old baby's face with anxiety, causing him to giggle.

"The coffee, Mas," said Zahira, putting a cup of black coffee on the table.

"Thank you dear Umi" said the man smiling sweetly while stealing a kiss on Zahira's cheek.

"Here, let me just hold Zafran, Mas," Zahira asked to let her husband drink in peace.

"Later on, Dek, you're sitting here." The man grabbed the wife's hand and sat down next to her.

Zahira sat down immediately. The twenty-five-year-old woman looked at her husband's face that looked so happy.

"How was the hearing today, Mom?" tanya Zahira opened the conversation.

"Thank God goes well, Dek," Zico replied, still focused on the little baby in his hand.

"Mas, can I ask you something?" zahira asked a little.

"Sure, dear," Zico replied staring seriously.

"Didn't you want to introduce us to your parents?" ask the woman seriously.

"Of course I'd love to, Dek, but I'm waiting for your sacred words to convince me" replied Zico.

"Holy words?" zahira asked confusedly.

"Yes, I want you to fall in love with me first," Zico seriously.

"Why should that be?" zahira asked not to understand.

"For Mama to believe that her only son is not what they imagined."

Zahira was silent, unable to speak, it was hard to understand her current feelings for the man. Is he in love? But his presence made the heart comfortable.

"Why silence, Dek?" asked Zico staring so fixedly.

"That's okay, Mom."

"Are you not able to love me?"

"I-I don't know yet how I feel, can I just ask for a little more time?"

"Yes, of course you can. I will always be patient waiting. If you're in love tell me yes, so I'm ready to take you to meet my parents."

Zahira simply smiled knots and nodded slowly. The woman went to the room and was followed by her husband.

"Would you take a shower now?" tanya Zahira busied herself by opening the wardrobe preparing a change of clothes for the man.

"Well, I'll take a shower for a second." Zico handed his son to his wife, and did not forget to steal the kiss on the hijab woman's smooth cheek.

After preparing a change of clothes, Zahira laid the little baby on the bed, letting him play by himself, while he immediately headed out to do his abandoned work, that is watering the flowers in the backyard.

The woman deliberately pulled over from the husband, it still feels very embarrassed when remembering their hot night last night. His heart still pauses when alone in the room.

Zahira enjoyed the afternoon at her husband's new residence, the courtyard quite spacious and beautiful with trees and beautiful flowers.

"From here you are, honey?"

Seriate....

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