Exchange Myself for Justice

Chapter 35

"Dress, honey, or rest first" said Zico still stroked his wife's messy hair because of his actions.

"Rest for a while, Mas, there you take a bath first," the woman replied, still closing her eyes.

"Bareng yuk, the bath?"

"No, my mom." Zahira further wrapped her body in a thick cloth.

"Hehe... All right, I take a shower first, yeah," said Zico chuckling at the wife's behavior. The man immediately moved while leaving a trace of affection on Zahira's forehead.

In just fifteen minutes, Zico had been out of the bathroom using only a bathrob with his hair still wet.

"Udah, Deck, take a shower. Magrib's hunting."

"Hm... What time is it?" ask the woman, still reluctant to move.

"It's past five, Dek."

Zahira immediately got up towards the bathroom. After the magrib service, the couple immediately set off for a restaurant that had been ordered by Zico. As usual the man was holding the tiny baby.

"Sit down, honey," he said pulling up a chair for his wife.

"Thank You." Zahira sat down immediately.

"Just a minute, Deck. I went to the toilet for a while" Zico said, handing Zafran over to Zahira.

Zahira sat quietly hugging her little son. The woman cradled and carried a talk to the little baby. For a moment his activity stopped when he heard the voice of a woman.

"May I sit here?" said a middle-aged woman, still looks the rest of the beauty of the woman.

"Sorry Mom, here is my husband's seat" Zahira replied kindly.

"No pa-palah. Later her husband told her to sit at the table there," said the mother who immediately sat beside Zahira.

"Hi, how handsome is your son, can I carry him?" said the familiar mother. Zahira just kept quiet and smiled faintly.

Who is this old lady? Why is he acting so indifferent. "Astaghfirullah, give me patience." Inner woman it is.

"Hi, why shut up, can't ya?" from the tone of his speech a little pushy as he grabbed Zafran from Zahira's hand.

"I'm sorry, Mom, she's not used to new people" Zahira said, looking for an excuse, the daughter held Zafran to keep him from falling out of her hands, how could Zahira be willing to hand her son over to the suspicious woman.

From the appearance of the woman is still fashionable, even though she is not young anymore, but her stature looks happy people. Zahira felt uncomfortable, so he chose to move to another table.

"Sorry, ma'am, then let me move, please sit here, please" he said immediately to his feet, not anything, but a little uncomfortable to see the suspicious behavior of the Mother.

Zahira was very upset with the behavior of her husband who left until now has not revealed the trunk of her nose. Why go to the toilet so long.

"Eh, Uh. How go? Just here." The woman held Zahira's hand.

"Sorry Mom, I'm just sitting there, please sit here," said the woman a little provoked by her patience.

"I'm going to sit there, because I want to be close to this handsome baby" said the woman.

Zahira tried to inhale the air whole chest, trying to neutralize the emotional poison of the soul that had started to rise. Repeatedly saying Istighfar so that his tiny lips did not mispronounce on women who are estimated to be the same age as ALMH beloved Mother.

"Mother, once again I'm sorry." Zahira immediately left the woman staring.

"Not that I don't want to sit down with strangers, Mom, but my husband and I have plans for dinner tonight, so it's uncomfortable, Mom," Zahira said honestly.

"What if I borrow your baby, please have dinner, and spend some time alone with your husband."

Zahira increasingly did not understand the woman's words. He who dares to borrow the baby, because they do not know, will still feel objection.

"I'm sorry, I can't, Mom. I'm sure my husband won't agree either."

"What if your husband agrees" the mother replied.

"Please ask your own mother with my husband" the woman replied, no longer wanting to respond.

"Son, wait a minute!" exclaimed Mother was still holding back. When Zahira wants to say something.

"What's this?" tanya Zico appears behind Zahira.

"Mom may you, carry your child," the middle-aged woman replied to Zico who made Zahira's eyes perfectly round. It turned out that the woman was his mother-in-law.

"By dong, Ma, already there Mama take home all of you," said the man smilingly looking at his two favorite women.

"I-This is what ma-me mean Mas?" zahira asked in cold sweat.

"Honey, this is my mom, didn't you ask me to introduce you to my parents?"

"Astaghfirullah, O Allah, forgive me Mom, I really don't know. Why don't you tell me if you want to introduce me to Mom. Abaghfirullah Mas, Mas!" annoyed the woman while closing her lips.

Zahira immediately grabbed the middle-aged woman's hand, treating her with reverence. Once again he gasped at the sight of the man he had confirmed that it was his father-in-law standing beside Zico.

"I'm sorry, but..."

"There's no need to feel guilty like that, son. We are also upset with this child! Mama really wanted to beat him up. Maybe he could bring Mama with you guys in this way. Of course make Mama's heart mixed," explained Mama-in-law.

Zahira looked at her husband sharply. "I don't think the same about you, Mom. I almost said disrespectfully to Mama" she grumbled at her husband.

"Hehe... Want a surprise for you, honey," she replied lightly.

"It's really a real surprise. Because the surprise made me almost considered a disrespectful son-in-law" Zahira replied.

"Pardon your stiff and unsavory husband, Dek, for being sweet," Zico replied scratching his head. The couple is still arguing.

"Of course, no more trouble, Papa and Mama never thought badly of you, son, we are so grateful for your presence in our Son's life. Papa and Mama used to think..."

"Udah, Pa! Don't continue. I proved to Mama and Papa that what I thought was not true. Look at that little baby. He is our bloodline. I'm a normal man" the man assured his parents. Although it is undeniable that Zafran's face is his copy.

"Yes, honey, now Mama and Papa strongly believe that this Mama Son is a normal man. But still annoyed with you. You can hide your marriage from your mother.

"Zahira, Mama apologizes for all the behavior of your son with you. Did he hurt you and Mama's favorite granddaughter?" ask Mama-in-law

Seriate....

NB. Marhaban in Ramadhan. To all raeders, the author apologizes to the born and inner. May our worship charity be accepted Allah SWT 🤲🤲🙏🙏🥰

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