Guide Me My Wife
Zahras
Braakkk
The door was closed loudly. A girl came into the room and threw her backpack, removed her headscarf and her socks and handsock. Not to forget also snails and gamis that he wore until only the rest of his sleeping pants and tentop.
Weakly he laid his body hugging his beloved bolster. The sound of sobs was heard piercing through the silence of his room.
Geck..Geck...Geck...
The sound of the door on the tap, the girl just silently did not want to move in the slightest.
"Zahra open the door" the voice of the man from outside the room. Drowning, the girl opened the door.
There was already a beautiful adult woman wearing minimal clothes.
"What's wrong?" ask the woman.
The girl simply turned her face away and laid her body back on the bed.
"Zahra," call the grown woman.
"It's okay, Mom. I'm just tired," said the girl who was often greeted by Zahra.
"Oh, I thought you were sick. Tumben came home quickly. Is the restaurant closed?" ask Zahra's mother.
The girl seemed to just be silent, occasionally sounding a small sob from behind the bolster.
"You crying, baby?"
"No! Can't you quit that job! Zahra's tired Mom, Zahra's tired. We don't need a lot of money, a nice house. We just need a halal sustenance, ma'am," said Zahra crying to make the mature woman bowed.
"Mom's sorry," she held Zahra's hand.
Zahra who saw the sad face of her mother, immediately hugged the adult woman. A sad face and tired too.
"Mother, if you stop working. Zahra's gonna find a job that's a big paycheck, Zahra's promised to meet all the needs of mom." Zahra tried to convince her mother to leave the illegal job.
"Don't you have a job?"
"Zahra just got fired, ma'am, people already know that Zahra's a son...." Zahra couldn't even continue because she was so devastated.
"I'm sorry mom."
The guilt of seeing her daughter drop out of school due to lack of fees and also Bullyan from her friends made the 41-year-old woman powerless to hold back her tears.
At his old age, he still looks beautiful and young because he does care in order to satisfy his customers. Well, she's a sexual worker. It was not his desire to work in that abject place. But something requires that he work there.
The ringing sound of the cell phone rang out, Saras mother of Zahra instantly raised the call slightly away from Zahra.
"Yes..Ja.. Sorry, I'll be there. Ja.. I'm sorry, sir," said Saras looking panicked.
"Honey, I made you your favorite food. Eat, work matters don't think about it. I'll find you a halal job. Eat it greedily, mom buys her ingredients from money selling online mom. Good night dear, " said Saras, peeping at Zahra's forehead and then going out of the room to the road.
There was a car waiting for him. Saras got into the luxury car and the car went to the destination.
Saras looked at his simple house, he should be able to accept all of this. After all his affairs were done, he promised to leave this despicable work immediately.
He promise.
"You're 12 minutes late. You know, time is precious. What if my client leaves, ha!" the man who was driving the car. Saras could only duck occasionally clutching the end of his clothes.
"sorry. Zahra was sad."
"Oh, hahaha. Zahra, it turns out my niece is getting bigger well." Saras raised his head looking at the expression the man gave. So disgusting.
"Never mess with my son, Mr. Zaki!" saras doesn't like it.
The man chuckled. "Just calm. As long as you can raise money to pay your debts, then Zahra will be safe." The man smiled faintly at Saras.
Saras recalled that, years ago, everything was the beginning of what happened today.
The flashback
It was a time when it felt like Saras' world was destroyed. She lost her husband when their son was 5 years old.
Saras' husband and Zahra's father died at dawn.
It makes Saras inevitably have to be a tough single parent.
12 Days after her husband returned to Rahmatullah. Her husband's family came to her to ask for money.
"What the fuck?" asked Saras inexhaustible after reading the details of the debt he had to pay.
"That's a life breakdown of your husband. From her still in the womb to getting married, well I just wrote down something that ate big money. If the small ones just consider it alms. So, you have to pay your husband's life money!"
Saras did not think. It could be that the old woman who is the mother of her husband collect living money from her husband. Is she worth saying as a mother?
"You are his mother. It is your duty to raise her. Then why are you detailing all the necessities of his life this whole time?"
"Don't say much! That's my business! When he chose to marry a country girl like you, that's where I broke our blood ties! He's no longer my son, so you have to replace all that money!" firmly the old woman named Nonik the mother of Saras' husband.
Saras again looked at the contents of her husband's debt. His eyes were shocked to see the nominal money he had to pay.
750 million.
"It's blackmail!" saras said he did not accept. How could he who was still grieving the departure of his beloved husband be able to pay this much debt.
"Blackness? Can't you count. I told you this cost was your husband's living expenses while he was with me, from the womb to choosing to marry a slum girl like you!" firmly Nonic.
The man beside Nonik and also the woman beside him smiled mockingly at Saras' misery. Well, that man is Nonik's second son named Zaki, Saras' brother-in-law. The other woman is Zaki's wife, Lia.
Look, how happy their faces are to see Saras depressed. It's a curse couple!
"I'll pay him if I have a job, I promise I'll pay for it" Saras said, hoping he would be given time to pay off his debts.
"Mother.... Adek wants to drink milk," whined 5-year-old girl hugged Saras's feet. He is little Zahra.
The eyes of the three uninvited guests immediately glanced at the toddler at Saras' feet.
"Darling, come in first. Later, I'll make you warm milk." Zahra went in and continued playing. A sly grin was engraved on the lips of the three uninvited guests.
"Your son is beautiful. Just like her mother. How about your son pay his father's debt" suggested Nonik.
"What do you mean?" asked Saras no longer paying attention to manners.
Nonik smiled as he looked at his son and daughter-in-law. "Make your child a pel*cur when he grows up, he will definitely make a lot of money. And your debt can be paid."
"You crazy!"
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