Forced To Be A Maid In My Husband's House

Chapter 13

Before returning to Devita's house, Zahira stopped by her house to meet her Mother. He recounted all the events he had experienced all day including the incident when he pranked Inge in the cafe.

"Mother's happy, son. Because you didn't show your weakness in front of Devi and Inge. But I hope you are careful. I'm sure, they must have planned something to repay you" Ranti said. He rubbed his daughter's head with a pity.

"God willing I will be able to face them all. I won't let them take advantage of Mas Abian's condition. I helped Hira with prayer. Pray also that Mas Abian's memory will return soon. So, we can stay here together with Mom." Zahira clasped his mother's hand.

There are some prayers that go straight through the sky and are said by Allah subhanahu wata'ala among them there is a parent's prayer for his child. And Zahira was sure, with the Mother's prayer, that his efforts to help restore Abian's memory would not be in vain.

"Without your asking, I must always pray for this mother's beloved daughter." Ranti kissed her daughter's head.

"Thank you, Mom. Sorry, because for a while maybe Hira will rarely come to this house. You see, in addition to being busy as a maid at Mama Devi's house, Hira will also work in Mas Abian's office" said Zahira.

"Mom doesn't matter about that. But aren't you tired, son? Hm?" Ranti worries about her daughter's health.

"It's for Mas Abian too, Mom. I don't want Inge or anyone else to get close to Mas Abian and use him. That's why I have to protect Mas Abian both at home and at work. And God willing, I can do it" replied Zahira.

"All right, I believe. But if you are tired, rest for a while. Believe me, what is destined for you will come back to you no matter how. On the contrary, no matter how hard you try to hold it tightly, if it is not destined to be yours. Then it will definitely come off as well. So, your job is to just try and pray. The rest of you leave everything to the Gusti of God, huh?" Ranti gave a little encouragement to her daughter.

After hearing the doctor's explanation of Abian's condition along with the possibilities, Ranti must be able to be a booster for her daughter if the memory of her son-in-law is forever not returned.

"Yes, Mom. Hira knows," replied Zahira. "Yes yes, Mom. Hira returns to Mama Devi's house. I'm fine with Bik Lastri. Don't forget to eat! You also have to take care of your health" said Zahira.

"Surely, Son."

"If you need anything, just use the Hira card. About Bik Lastri's salary, Hira also sent for the next three months. Fear Hira forgot because Hira will start busy tomorrow," explained Hira.

"Yes-yes, honey. Don't worry about mom."

"Then Hira leaves now. Assalammualaikum."

Zahira kissed the back of her mother's hand in reverence.

"Waalaikumsalam warahmatullahi. Be careful, Hira. Call me if you need anything."

"Yes, Buk. Sure," replied Zahira.

Zahira immediately left her house. He did not want to give Devita a gap to drive herself out of there.

***

Zahira immediately got off from the taxi that took her after arriving in front of Devita's house. He handed him a red note and handed him over to the taxi driver.

"Well, Mom. There was no change because my mother was my first passenger" said the taxi driver. "Can you just use the money, ma'am?"

Zahira. It's late afternoon, when he was the first passenger?

"I just got out, Mom. I was in the hospital almost all day because my wife had an accident. We are immigrants and have no relatives let alone relatives here. That's why I waited until my wife fell asleep, Mom," explained the taxi driver as if understanding with the contents of Zahira's head.

Zahira could understand. The fate of him and his mother was almost the same as that of the driver. No relatives, let alone brothers. Sometimes the woman leaned against each other. Luckily she has a husband as good as Abian, though she now has to fight to restore her husband's memory.

"Eh, why am I so upset. Sorry-sorry, ma'am," continued the taxi driver.

Zahira again reached for the money inside. There are 10 pieces of money in red with a picture of the president. He gave all the money to the taxi driver.

"Sorry, Mom. I'm not telling you to get sympathy, especially to earn money. I'll just pay for the cargo with the money." The taxi driver refused to be afraid to take advantage of the situation.

"It's okay, sir. Think of it as sustenance for your wife."

The taxi driver still looked at the money in Zahira's hands doubtfully. He is in need of money now for his wife's hospital expenses, because the person who hit his wife ran away somewhere. However, he never intended to ask for money from his passengers.

"It's okay, sir. Just take!" get Zahira.

The driver finally accepted happily. At least the burden was slightly reduced thanks to the money. "Thank you, Mom. May the goodness of Mother be reciprocated with God multiplied," he said.

"Amen. Yes, yes, sir. I'm out now."

"Yes-yes, Mom, monggo! Once again suwun ngggeh, ma'am."

Zahira got out of the taxi and walked into the house. Arriving inside the house, Devita was waiting for him.

"Where are you? Remember that! You live here as a maid. So don't just go in and out of this house!" devita Tegur.

"Yes-yes, Ma. I'm only from Mom's house for a moment" Zahira replied casually. "Ohya, the aspiring actor that mama has prepared has not been here yet?"

"Actors' candidate?" Devita knitted her eyebrows.

"Inge" Zahira continued. "I thought he told my mom about what happened at the cafe."

"What did you mean?" ask Devita curiously.

"In a moment, she'll definitely meet Mama. Yes, I went to my room first, Ma. Excuse me."

Zahira did not answer Devita's question and headed straight to the back room. The place that is now his room.

And it's true Zahira's guess, not long after her mother-in-law got a call. Abian's stepmother called her Inge. And we can be sure at this time Inge must be complaining and I don't know what he was complaining about.

***

Abian just came out of his study at about five in the afternoon. Since there was no more important work, he decided to go home. Abian who had just left his company was already greeted by his personal driver in front of the lobby.

Abian immediately sat in the back seat after the driver invited him into the car. After that, the driver got into the car and sat on the steering wheel. The white alpard car carrying Abian began to drive out of the company area. However, only a few meters away the car left the company building area, the driver immediately did a sudden braking because there was a motorbike that suddenly cut its way.

"Woy, be careful dong!" shouted the driver to the motorcyclist who immediately darted without caring about his scream.

"Sorry, Sir. Just now there was a motorcycle that suddenly crossed," said the driver while looking back at Abian.

"Sir" called the driver when he saw Abian holding his head. "Sir, are you okay?" ask the driver to worry.

Abian is still in the same position.

"Sir, Mr. Abian. Sir," call the driver.

Abian stared at the Driver for a while before finally falling unconscious.