Forced To Be A Maid In My Husband's House

Chapter 18

"What do you mean, Nge?" abian asked with a serious look.

Glug.

Inge swallowed his saliva with great effort. He cursed his stupidity because he had to be bored. Inge couldn't possibly say that Abian just misheard it because it would make Abian even more suspicious.

The woman who claimed to be Abian's future wife twisted her brain to be able to kill Abian.

"Mia!" call Abian. He could not wait for an explanation from his future fiancee.

Inge took a breath and then exhaled slowly. He did that a few times. After that he looked at Abian's face with a sad look.

"Yes, Mas. You and Zahira are married" Inge said.

Abian rubbed his face in frustration. If she and Zahira are married, why did Inge and her mother deliberately say nothing? They even consider Zahira as a maid.

Inge looked down sad. Her tears suddenly flowed from the corner of her eye and it made Abian look puzzled.

"Actually Mas Abian was in an accident to divorce Zahira" Inge replied. He was forced to lie because it was impossible for him to withdraw his own words. He must be able to convince Abian that before Abian crashes and loses some of his memory, the man is already planning to divorce Zahira.

"You mean?" Abian was confused.

"Mas Abian married Zahira because he was forced to. The village woman trapped Mas Abian, pretending to sleep with Mas Abian when Mas Abian was drunk. Feeling responsible, she married him. But. Mas recently found evidence that Zahira turned out that night was not Mas Abian who slept with Zahira, but other men. Mas Abian divorces Zahira. But alas, on the way Mas had an accident and lost his memory. Me and Aunt Devi had deliberately used that situation to keep Mas Abian away from the cunning woman. Unfortunately the woman was more cunning, she still did not want to release Mas Abian," explained Inge at length with his own story. Inge hopes that Abian will believe his story.

"I'm sorry, Mom. Because me, aunty, and Armand lied to you about Zahira's status. We just want Zahira not to take advantage of your current situation. I'm sorry, Mom!" pinta Inge with her cultural tears.

Abian nodded.

"Let's go, Mas" said Inge. He then grabbed Abian's hand and grabbed it. "Mas, you're still with your plan, right? Will divorce Zahira for me?"

Abian is confused. Although according to Inge, his marriage to Zahira due to force. But divorcing Zahira in her condition of partial memory loss is also not good. Abian was afraid of regret later.

"I'm sorry, Nge. To get divorced in my memory state that has not fully recovered, I can't" Abian replied.

"But, Mas. You promised me" whined Inge. He must convince Abian to divorce Zahira as soon as possible.

"Nge, sorry. I can't divorce Zahira in a state of memory I haven't returned. I'm afraid I'll regret it later. Sorry for me." Now even Abian who apologized for not being able to comply with Inge's wishes.

"But, mas.... "

"I beg you not to force me to make an important decision at this time. You can understand, right?" cut Abian.

Inge clenched his hands silently. He regretted his missing self. "Well, I'm not going to force you to divorce right now. But, you have to promise me to still consider Zahira as a maid. Don't let her know that Mas already knows that she's your wife. She suddenly asked for her right as a wife and told you to leave me. In fact, you know for yourself that we loved each other even before you and Zahira got married. If forced marriage had not happened, we would have married by now. Yes, Mas?" inge pinta.

Abian was silent.

"Mass? At least, if you still pretend not to know that Zahira is your wife, you can all prove my point that Zahira is a cunning woman who only wants to master your treasure. That's why you want to divorce her first" Inge added. He should be able to convince Abian.

Abian was silent. He was confused, did he have to believe Inge's words about Zahira? But, if by keeping it a secret he could obtain an answer about Zahira wouldn't it hurt?

"Mas Abian," whined Inge who again leaned his head on Abian's chest.

Abian took his breath back. "alright. I'm gonna pretend I don't know about the status of the marriage yet." Abian finally agreed to Inge's request.

"Thank you, Mas" said Inge, hugging Abian.

Upon learning that he has married, Abian is awkward to return a hug from Inge. Because according to him, whatever made him marry Zahira first, the reality is that he is a married man who should not have sex with other women.

"Nge, please let go of your embrace!" pinta Abian's.

Inge looked up at Abian's handsome face. "Why? Usually I think gini?" tanyakanya.

"I have to drive, if your position is like this it will be difficult for me to drive" Abian replied. He tried to give a reasonable reason for Inge not to think things through.

"No way, I'll love you, Nge."

"Yes, his embrace will be held later. Now you go on!" exclamation Inge. He was quite happy because everything was still in his control.

Abian returned to his car. His mind began to crumble. To be honest in her little heart she felt that Zahira was not the woman Inge had said she was. Abian tried to dig up his memory of Zahira's figure. However, the result is nil. His head just throbbed pain as he tried to keep doing it.

"Egh." Abian held his head.

"What's up, Mom?" ask Inge to worry. "You're dizzy again? Want to stop for a second?"

Abian shakes. "Just a little dizzy. Its alright. Later when I get home let me rest" replied Abian.

"So we're not eating out?" ask Inge.

"Sorry, Mge. But, I really need a break."

"It's up to you, man."

"What if we eat at home?" Abian.

"Yes, that's okay" Inge replied. He had to cancel his dinner outside.

Abian refocused on the road ahead of him. In his heart he said he would find out about Zahira's true figure.

Finally, the car that Abian was driving arrived at the courtyard of the house. He went down first followed by Inge. Abian told his workers to take the car to the garage.

Not long after, the taxi carrying Zahira also arrived. Abian who was walking stopped and spontaneously looked towards the taxi and saw Zahira who had just come down. The hijab-wearing woman seemed to thank the Driver for bringing her. After the taxi left, he stepped into the house.

Zahira stopped her steps when she found Abian staring at her. Zahira smiled as she nodded her head as a greeting.

"Come, Mas. Logging in! Inget your promise!" bring Inge. He hugged Abian's arm. Invite the man into the house.

Zahira breathed. He felt Abian's gaze this time was different. "Hopefully your memory will return quickly, Mas. I miss your figure so much" he murmured as he looked at Abian's back which began to drift away and disappear behind the door.

Zahira chose to enter the house through the side door because the door was closer to her room in the kitchen.

"Bik Darsih, no food?" zahira asked when she didn't see the food in the cupboard. Usually after the whole house finished dinner, the rest of the food will be placed in the closet to be eaten by the Art and other workers. But this time there was nothing there.

"Well, Ma'am, I think Hira's been eating at the office. That's why I gave the food to Mang Kosim to take home. Madame Devi doesn't mind. He always told us to throw away the food. He said he was not willing if the food was eaten by people who are not classy like us," replied Bik Darsih. "I'm sorry, Ma'am." Bik Darsih felt very guilty.

"Yes already. I'll cook some fried rice. If there's still rice, right, Bik?"

"She, Ma'am. In the refrigerator there are also eggs if Mbak Hira wants," replied Bik Darsih.

"If so I want to change clothes continue to make fried rice. Bik Darsih would not?" Zahira.

"Well, if offered. Of course I don't refuse, Ma'am. Moreover, fried rice made by Mbak Hira delicious. Den Abian used to love it too, right?"

Zahira remained silent. Abian really likes his egg fried rice. He really misses the old Abian very much.

"Mister, be patient. I pray that Den Abian's memory will return soon. And you can get together again like before." Bik Darsih rubbed Zahira's shoulder.

"Amen. Hopefully yes, Bik. I miss the figure of the old Mas Abian. But I have to be patient. Maybe this is part of our test of love" Zahira replied with teary eyes. "Yes, Bik. I'll change my clothes first."

Zahira went into her room near the bathroom.

"Pity Ma'am Hira. It must be sad to see a husband who is actually good to other women. I don't think I'd like to see Den Abian doing well, Ms. Inge. Padaadahalkan Mbak Inge had betrayed Mas Abian." Bik Darsih bobbing head.

Women over 45 years old rotate their bodies to continue their work cleaning the dining table. But he was surprised when he found someone giving a sharp look to him.