Girl To Zain [Married a Widower]

Perfuguese Husband

“Tua? I guess not! He alone is too young” timpal Zain does not intend to think more.

However, the man rushed into the bathroom to clean the fine hair that was said to be thick by his sister.

A few minutes passed and Zain finally finished shaving his chin. There is indeed a slight change where this man looks fresh and more handsome.

Drettts

Zain's phone rang on the table, making him walk to grab it to pick it up.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Hussein?" said Zain approached the wardrobe that is commonly used to store his clothes.

"Walaikumsalam, Zain how is it tonight? Did you come to my apartment? My wife and I have to go shopping and get ready to cook if you really want to come visit"

Zain only remembered if he had received an invitation to dinner at Husein's apartment and he forgot to give this man certainty.

"I'm..." Zain did not speak. He wanted to resist but also not feel good. Want to accept, but Nina will take care of her mother who is sick.

"What's up Zain? Do you have any problems and want to cancel? If it doesn't matter, Zain. I will accept it, I'm not forcing it either" Husein said across the phone.

"Hem, I'm sorry Husein. It looks like for tonight we can't visit your apartment. There are things that cannot be left behind" Zain said, trying to explain why.

"No problem Zain! I understand. next time it's okay. God willing we are given long life and come together to tell each other stories"

Zain rubbed his back neck which was fine, "I'm sorry! When you've come all the way from the Arab world, I can't let you down"

"No problem! I'm glad if you're blatantly rejecting me like this. No formal conversation between the two of us"

Zain who was bosa stood up chose to walk sitting on the sofa, "You're right ju--"

Tok To Tok

Zain's room door was knocked from the outside. Without waiting for long, he came to open the door.

"I'll call you later, Husein. Sorry"

"Ok Zain.no problem, Wassalamu'alaikum"

"Walaikumsalam" Zain had managed to open the door. He saw the middle-aged woman with the face of her mother standing in front of the door.

"What's the matter mom? Tumben really early in the morning knocked on Zain's room door?"

"Zain, it was her intention that mother would visit Nina's house and bring clothes for her to nginep there. But, mother there is important business. You can't come there to bring Nina's clothes"

Unaware both of Zain's eyes opened wider and wider. He was asked to bring his wife's clothes, automatically the girl will spend the night again there.

I don't know why Zain is less accepting.

"Ehem" Zain cleared his throat slightly, "Why should the girl stay there again? The blistering feet will heal soon. Besides, the girl's leg was also injured"

'That girl? Mashallah, is this son of mine shyly mentioning his wife's name in front of his own mother? And, he showed the nature of mindfulness but pretended to ignore. He is similar to his father. Indeed, the fruit fell not far from its tree' so proud Zelofia monologue.

"If you want answers, why don't you ask your wife directly? Ask him if his leg still hurts? But do not think too much about it to forget the wound on your back. Attention with him may but also remember his own health" Zelofia seduces Zain who looks nervous but still tries to cool.

"Mother this is nothing! Like ABG's son... Zain is a grown-up mother" Shall Zain and Zelofia just smile letting.

Let it be, after all Zelofia already knew what the son was feeling.

"Yes already, Mom... Zain wants to get ready to go"

"Dear, my dear" replied Zelofia, making her son come inside and shut the door.

"Zain-Zain, you know that you're going to start accepting Nina. No matter how hard you try to deny, God himself will not let this halal relationship disappoint. Nina is your soul mate, Zain" the monologue Zelofia stared at the room that contained Zain inside.

'But it can't be said mother's soul mate. Couples who love each other though, not necessarily the soul mate. Maybe it was just a scenario from God, as if making them fooled Alzam replied in his heart.

Then he turned his body, apparently there was a woman who stood there for a long time. The woman looked haughty with a slanted smile created.

"Missi, sister Bella" said Alzam just say hello and went past the woman.

"Oh. apparently, this is a love story in the quadrangle yes" Bella smiled at the departure of Alzam who was no longer visible.

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Zain's car, which had just been bought at a fantastic price, went back through a dirty and hollow road to Nina's house. But this time Zain's trip seemed even more impressive. How not, if his eyes continue to see mothers gossip pointing at his car. He was sure they were talking about it.

Indeed, this afternoon it is time for the citizens to chat with each other. These days, people will spend a lot of time outside the home. So, they must have seen Zain's car stop in front of Fulan's house.

"Eh, son of Ankazain?" it just so happened that Fulan came out after hearing the sound of a car from outside.

"Assalamu'alaikum" Zain greeted Fulan by shaking her hand and then kissing her.

"Walaikumsalam" said Fulan although in fact he also never answered the greeting. "Cock alone here?"

"Yes, the mother has affairs and the other members are the same" Zain pointed to the still-covered luggage, "There is a suitcase containing Aynina's clothes. I heard Aynina was going to stay the night so I brought her some in exchange and there were souvenirs from home too"

"Oh my goodness!! Actually, there's no need to bother" said Fulan smiling widely. He was so happy to know there was a gift for him.

"Not bothering" Zain briefed.

Fulan who had seen there was a suitcase and souvenirs in the trunk, immediately took a snobs of understanding. He must take the heart of the son-in-law, so that he will leave a little money for him.

"Let's go in"

"Hm" Zain replied was still short and dense. So irate.

'If he gives me money! At least the rich man's standard of 10 million' Fulan monologue accompanied Zain's step inside.

When they got there, Zain did not see the girl he married a few months ago. That girl should be pacing around here.

"Where's Aynina?" zain asked Fulan, who was tired of lifting Nina and Zain's suitcase.

"Aynina's back at the market"

"Oh" Zain briefly made Fulan feel annoyed.

Apparently he had a daughter-in-law who was so cold and haughty. Nyesel he helped Zain lift the suitcase.

A few hours later.

When Zain was preoccupied with his gadget games in the living room. He saw the girl who was waiting to come home with groceries.

Zain immediately prepared to meet the girl, even impatient because in addition to Nina's face, he also saw the face of a handsome young man driving Nina on a motorcycle.

"Who is that guy?" Zain was standing in the doorway with both hands crossed in front of his chest. He will scold Nina all out for daring to piggyback on a man who is not a muhrim.

Nina had already walked into the house unknowingly with the existence of such a large Zain car.

"Assalam---"

Cut Nina not to continue her greeting when she found Zain standing by the door against her.

"Shopping with other men until delivered using a pespa motorbike is indeed vulnerable in a village. Moreover, I saw a lot of young men from the first entrance of the alley to your house. Maybe, they are waiting their turn to take you" Zain said.