My Ottoman Girl

My sister-in-law's candidate

At exactly 11:00 am I and Izza were standing at the arrival door of the local flight. I still don't see Zein's nose in my eyes. I waited patiently for him until I thought about wandering around when I picked up Aygul at Spinx International Airport. Aygul has just returned from Morocco to her Lady of the Bladder. It turned out that 1 month of farewell made me miss that girl very much. Aygul took a college leave for no apparent reason. He just said he wanted to meet his real mother.

It turned out that Aygul had a foster family. He was taken from childhood by businessmen in Egypt. Because Aygul's biological parents can't care for and distribute Aygul properly. A wealthy businessman who has no children comes to Aygul's parents' house and compensates him for a lot of money.

Aygul has 10 siblings whose lives are very concerning. But thanks to the help of his adoptive family, his biological family finally lived a decent life. But the consequences of his biological family must move abroad so that Aygul's adoptive parents can have Aygul intact.

And the true story of Aygul I just learned from Emir and Ayeza his best friend. After my farewell for a year.

A loud pat landed on my shoulder and my reflexes turned towards the person who was startling him. The tall athletic body figure with glasses looks very handsome. The middle belh hair is a little greasy. In his hand was a black suitcase.

" Assalamualaikum brother, daydreaming of a new job huh! " said chuckling

I laughed embarrassedly, and then I slid her shoulder. We shook hands and I pulled the suitcase. He refused subtly

"Not bro. I just don't have a heavy suitcase, "he said

" Okay Zein! " yell my little girl a little cob. I chuckled at her a little cranky because I was cuekin

" Hey Umaiza, what's the news?" greet the gentle Zein.

Dihs.. Dih ! this is the person since when to call this spoiled one by his first name?

But the call can make the middle line of Izzah's lips curved upwards

"Alhamdulillah good Mas Zein. It's healthy too, right? " answernua somewhat presses the word

I shuffled next to him. While glancing his eyes saw his second expression.

" Hmmm....Zein since when did you call Izza by the name of Umaiza? " i was suspicious because after all I had Zein always called my sister Izza. And Zein's not one to get along with a girl.

" Hahaha. ask your sister yourself" he answered teki.

Looks a red tinge on my sister's puffed cheeks.

Then I immediately pulled the suitcase while previously pinching my sister's cheek.

She grimaced in pain but I ignored her.

In the car I set the position, I was driving and Zein was sitting next to me. Izza with a stale face sat on the bench behind me. I smiled seductively from the rearview mirror.

" We better go straight to the house. Bi Rohaya has already cooked you a special dish. "I said and he replied with a nod of Zein.

During the trip, Zein and I monopolized the conversation. Only occasionally does Izza chimed in. Tuyul gondrong kali ya Izza krnpa so quiet like this Sometimes I see from the car glass Both eyes Zein look show Izza then I see my sister turned her face or sometimes down.

I deliberately did not ask these two people any more of my curiosity. Just be careful when I get home I'll finish 'em. I thought while smiling to myself

In about 50 minutes we were in my parents' yard. Firdaus is ready to open the main gate.

" Good day Mas Hafiz monggo please come in" said the boy kindly. I really like the boy's politeness.

Firdaus helped bring down Zein's suitcase and backpack. I walked ahead of them. I purposely left the two of them behind because I had devised a strategy to interrogate her.

" Assalamualaikum ma'am, how's it going? Dad how's it going? " Zeen said when she saw her mother. He immediately took the back of my mother's right hand and immediately kissed her.

" Waalaikum greetings nak Zein. Thank God we are all healthy. But this morning I felt a bit dizzy so I was allowed to rest at home" replied my mother.

Zein looked worried and then she held my mother's hand.

" Sorry Mom, can Zein check on me? Mom looks pale"

Mom smiled happily at Zein's offer.

" Yes can. Ah mother forgot that this mother's handsome son is a doctor huh. Let's try Zein' mom in check first" replied mom.

I approached my mother worried that she might look pale.

Zein took out a stethoscope, a blood sugar checker and tension from his backpack.

Izza and I can only see . Then a while later Zein already knew the results.

"Mother's tension is normal, her sugar check is a bit high. Does my mother have a history of diabetes? I scammed this with a random system ma'am. It's a pretty high 280. Maybe tomorrow morning I can check before eating "he said as a doctor.

Mother nodded. Although the mother is a midwife but the mother is most anti if you have to take her own blood.

" Udah Zein gapapa mom may be tired too. Yesterday I went home with all the heads of the puskesmas too late so I'm tired. You rest first in continuing to talk. Hafiz take Zein's boy to his room! " Absaid Mom while instructing me.

I invite Zein to go to the guest room at the bottom. indeed these 2 guest rooms are deliberately placed below so as not to make it easier for guests to activities.

Then I ordered Izza to get drinks and light food at the dinner table.

Izza pouted seeing me and Zein not being in the living room. Then she went back to the dining room putting her tray down again

I looked at Izza from behind the door of my room that had not been closed I smiled at her movements.

Let him frown later on drinks and snacks that can be enjoyed Zein after a break. Poor Zein has traveled far from his village to the airport for 3 hours ago from Surabaya to Jakarta 1.5 hours .he said it was leaving after dawn prayers.

" Just put it there . He will spend it! " my yell is nosy. Izza clenched her hands up. I chuckled at her expression.

Then I opened my laptop to check email from the office. I purposely got Aldo Manager operational to temporarily replace me today. I'm sure Aldo's a pretty capable man in managing my company's problems. Just one day, Aldo will not be defeated. I got a schedule from Vienna, my secretary, there are no important meetings I have to attend. So today I am a bit relaxed.

A few emails I read and my eyes were on one of the emails I sent a week ago.

Why did I miss this email?

From :

Egyptian.angel1001@gmail.com

Dear Mr Bramantyo