Forced To Be A Maid In My Husband's House
Chapter 7
"Mas Abian, he said he wanted to rest when he was here?" ask Zahira.
Abian was silent.
"Is there anything you need?" ask Zahira again.
"Why do mama and Inge not like you when I remember mama used to like Bik Ranti?"
"I don't know either, Mom. Maybe my face looks annoying in their eyes" replied Zahira. After all Zahira couldn't have told Abian that the reason they didn't like her was because she was Abiaj's wife.
"Ohya, is there anything Mas Abian needs?" ask Zahira to the husband who until now has not remembered.
"I'm thirsty, so I'm coming down" Abian replied.
"I'm sorry, Mas. I forgot to provide water in Mas Abian's room. Though Mas Abian will drink water every wake up," said Zahira. "Mas Abian just wait above later I bring water to Mas Abian's room!"
"No, I'll just wait here. Aren't you the one who doubts that men and women who are not mahramnya should not be alone in the room?"
"But I'm your wife, Mom." Of course the answer was just stuck in the throat.
"I-iya, Mom. Just a minute." Rushed Zahira into the kitchen.
Not long after, he came with a glass of water. "Here, Mas." Zahira handed the glass to Abian.
"Thank you" Abian said as he received the glass filled with water. "You haven't brought your suitcase into the room?" asked Abian when he saw the suitcase lying there.
"Yes, Mas. This is what I want to bring to the back room," replied Zahira as she grabbed the handle of her suitcase.
Abian placed the glass filled with water in his hand onto the table. He then grabbed the handle of the suitcase held by Zahira. "Let me help!" said it.
"No need, Mas," Zahira refused.
"It has. It's okay." Abian stepped ahead of Zahira towards the back room. The room is right next to the kitchen. There are 3 rooms there. Two rooms were filled by Bik Sulis and one by Bik Darsih.
Bik Sulis and Bik Darsih immediately stopped their work when they saw Abian there.
"Sir, let me help Mrs Hira" said Bik Darsih. He was about to take Zahira's suitcase out of Abian's hand.
"Mistress?" Abian eyebrows are linked to each other.
Bik Darsih looked at Zahira. He just realized he was lost. Madame Devita had told him earlier that Zahira would stay here again as a maid. Like the woman before.
"Mas Abian misheard, Bik Darsih said he was told by Mrs Devita to show me my room. Isn't that Bik Darsih?" quickly Zahira answered Bik Darsih. Even if he did not want Abian to try to scavenge his memories now because it was not good for his current health.
"Yeah. That's what I mean, sir," Bik Darsih replied.
"But, earlier.... "
"Sorry, Mas Abian I want to clean the room for a while mumpung no job. Excuse me." Cut Zahira. He grabbed the handle of the suitcase that was still in Abian's hands.
"I'll excuse you, too, sir." Bik Darsih dodged. He was afraid that his Master would again throw the same question. Bik Darsih who is easy to slip can say the real thing that should not be said now.
"Mas, are you okay?" asked Zahira with an anxious look.
"My head suddenly hurts."
Zahira grabbed Abian and helped him sit on one of the chairs on the dining table.
"Mas, the Doctor forbade Mas Abian to think hard."
"But, I want to know what things Hira missed," Abian replied in a frustrated tone.
"Mas Abian must be patient. I'm sure that Mas Abian's memory will return soon. Believe this. I will help Mas Abian to restore those lost memories" Zahira replied.
As with Abian, Zahira also wants her husband's memory to recover. It's just that he doesn't want to do it in a hurry as this also concerns Abian's own health.
To restore Abian's memory, doctors suggested that Zahira introduce the usual activities the man did. So that his memory works naturally to remember it.
"Want me a drink?" ask Zahira again.
"No need, just take me to the room" replied Abian.
Zahira returned to call Abian and took her husband to the room.
"Mas Abian just rest. Later if Mas Abian needs something can call me. I take water first for Mas Abian." Zahira then moved from there. She returned to the room to bring water to her husband.
"Good break, Mom. I hope that your memory will recover soon and Mas Abian will remember me again" said Zahira. He looked at Abian who had closed his eyes this time. Maybe because of the dizziness.
Zahira carefully left Abian's room. When he just came out he was surprised by Armand's presence outside the room.
"Astaghgirullah halazdim Arland. You're ngagetin Ma'am," Zahira screeched as she rubbed her chest.
"Sad. Caper. Though despite the caper, Mas Bian did not remember Mbak as his wife," heed Armand.
"Don't remember, but don't. Underline it," replied Zahira. "And saol caper, it feels like there is no law or proposition that prohibits the wife to caper to the husband."
"What do you like about Mas Bian? The feeling from the first I was also good with Hira. Why can't Mama Hira like me? Is it because I'm not the main heir to the Reegan Family?" ask Armand.
Yes, Armand had always liked Zahira even before she married her half-sister.
"Oh God, Armand. Remember, you are two years older than you. After all, Ma'am loved Mas Abian not because he was the main heir."
"A lot of couples whose men are younger than girls, but they are happy. And about good, I also always be good with Hira if Mbak Hira forgets," replied Armand.
"Yes, you are good. It's just that your good attitude is because you have an intent, not sincere from the heart. The proof is that you always ask for the rewards of your kindness. But, regardless of the name of the heart where it can be arranged, Mand," replied Zahira. "Armand, I'm sure one day you'll meet a girl who loves you sincerely. Believe the same, Mother."
Armand did not answer.
"Please, don't follow your mother's ugly nature. As a child you should remind him to be on the right path" Zahira added
Armand is actually a good person. But, because of the Mother's incitement he became hostile to Abian. When he was a child, he and Abian always lived together and loved each other. Armand's nature changed the moment the young man entered High School. I don't know what makes him suddenly turn evil towards Abian and try to seize the property of his stepbrother.
