Second Wife Successor Mr. Zain

Chapters 1. A Big Surprise

"Who's going home with you?" tanya Rara who stood holding a glass filled with red drinks by wearing a white dress on her knees without arms.

"I go home alone" replied Zahwa not to bother his best friend.

"You sure you go home by yourself? I told Bastian to drop you off!" rara did not want Zahwa to reject her words.

"But Ra, the party isn't finished yet even just starting. I feel bad if I have to interrupt Bastian's time" Zahwa politely declined.

"Just calm down, Bastian and the others will definitely understand. Just wait at the front door!" rara orders him to leave Zahwa.

Zahwa stared at Rara's missing departure among the crowd of people.

If it wasn't for the requests and insistence of her best friend, Zahwa wouldn't have been willing to attend this farewell party. He thinks it's just a waste of time.

Especially with the light of flickering lights that make his eyes hurt and his head feels dizzy.

Actually Zahwa is not used to the party. He felt uncomfortable in the crowd of many people, let alone smelled a pungent smell that I don't know what it's called.

From Rara's explanation, the red liquid is grape juice. But Rara forbids Zahwa to touch the drink, Rara only gives orange juice for him.

A party hosted by her classmates at High School, she said to celebrate graduation and separation before they would continue their respective education outside the city.

A party celebrated in a building, his friends call the building 'Club' somehow, Zahwa does not want to think about it.

Zahwa spread his gaze around the corner of the room, all his friends were laughing, joking, enjoying this event with a face that looked very happy.

Unlike her, from the beginning of entering until now just sitting in the corner of the room alone. Sometimes Rara comes to accompany him, but before long he goes back to mingling with other friends.

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Looks a beautiful girl clad in a black dress below the knee complete with black stockings above the knee that became her trademark, long-sleeved dres with white lace that coiled around her waist.

The girl with shoulder-length hair who was left untouched beautifully stood in front of the entrance busily turning her head around looking for something.

Zahwa Zahratunnisa, an 18-year-old girl who has just celebrated her graduation party, stands alone awaiting Bastian's arrival.

10 Minutes passed, from the parking area was seen a black car driving towards him. The car window descended slowly and revealed the figure of a young man in a casual suit that was very compatible with his handsome face.

"Buruan in!" bastian.

"D-yes." Zahwa looks nervous, he was never alone with a man other than his father.

Although when with Rara there must be Bastian who follows his girlfriend, but this time he is only alone with Bastian.

"Lo gapain?" bastian protests when Zahwa will open the back door. "Lo think I'm your driver what? quickly sit in front!"

Without rebutting, Zahwa sat in the front seat. He felt sad to find Bastian who stared fixedly at his body from top to bottom without blinking.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Is there anything strange?" ask Zahwa.

"As far as I am, my spy!" bastian's Ketus made Zahwa surprised.

Zahwa thinks that Bastian's attitude is much different when Rara is nearby. Bastian will be very sweet in front of Rara.

During the journey, there was no silence between them. Bastian occasionally glanced at Zahwa's face from the tip of his eye.

"It turns out you are beautiful too, especially if your clothes are this good. The clothes you used to wear are shabby and out of date." Bastian focused on looking ahead.

"That's why Rara wants to be friends with you. Try from the first I know that lo is beautiful," said Bastian tried to hold Zahwa's hand but brushed aside.

"Why do you want anything?" Zahwa was terrified, let alone that they were in the car.

"Don't be afraid! I'm not going to be rude!" Bastian placed his right hand over Zahwa's thigh and his left hand was still holding the wheel.

Zahwa nodded in surprise. He again brushed off Bastian's hand, cold sweat began to trickle down his temple.

"You don't fuck around! Or I'll scream!" zahwa.

"Just scream! No one will listen." Bastian smiled in anguish.

"Stop! Put me down at Hotel A in front of there!"

Bastian looks excited. "Wow, would you like to continue at the hotel? I didn't think it was wild either."

"Don't say anything! I'm going to attend my brother's wedding!" zahwa was firm even though her voice was still slightly trembling.

"Honestly, there's no need to be ashamed of me, you want to serve om-om, right?"

Bastian's hand was about to touch Zahwa's cheek, but lost quickly to Zahwa who swung his bag very strongly and precisely hit Bastian's eye.

Bastian stepped on the brake suddenly. "Akhs! Fuck lo!" swear Bastian and hold his painful eyes.

Zahwa used it to escape, Zahwa got out of the car and ran to the middle of the road to Hotel A which is across the street.

Zahwa kept running regardless of the passing car and many drivers said swear words aimed at him.

Bastian got out of the car intending to chase Zahwa, but he chanted because of the sounds of car horns lining the back of his car.

Bastian opted to get back in the car and rushed out of it before people judged him and dragged him to the authorities for causing a commotion and causing a traffic jam.

Zahwa continued running until he reached the front of the hotel, he paused for a moment and caught his breath.

The hotel attendant directed Zahwa to get into a special elevator and drove Zahwa to a room on the top floor.

"Please enter Miss, this is the room prepared for you." The officer handed him a cardlock.

Zahwa received the cardlock with a confused face. "Emh, isn't this room wrong for me?"

"Right Miss, please come in right away! Everyone is waiting for your arrival."

"Thank you" said Zahwa doubtfully.

The officer left after confirming that the woman had entered the room.

Tit. Tit.

The sound of the door opening and closing distracts the person inside.

"What?" lhatifa asked puzzledly to see her father, mother and two strangers staring fixedly at her.

"Thank God, honey. You're finally here." The heavy voice of Mr. Aaron sounded strange in Zahwa's ear.

"Why did it just come? See what time it is? I gave you permission to your friends' party, but before 20:30 you should be on standby here!" exclaimed a middle-aged woman but looks young, because it is covered by makeup and clothes she wears.

"It's 21:00 right, Ma. So there's still 10 minutes before the show starts" elak Zahwa.

"You are it, yes! If the parents are talking, don't argue!" said his mother named Tasya with a reddened face restraining emotions.

"It's Ma, don't worry!" said Mr. Aaron divorced his wife so as not to get carried away by emotions.

"Don't defend Zahwa very often, Pa."

"Here you go, papa wait outside. When you're done call papa."

After the departure of her father, Zahwa was pulled to sit in front of a dressing table. Two people who had just stood in the room were MUA assigned to meke over Zahwa's face.

"Wow, you're so pretty. Though only a little polished make up, but you are really beautiful natural," praised one of the MUA officers.

Zahwa stared at the reflection of his face in front of the mirror. True what MUA said, so far Zahwa has never known the type of skin care or other makeup tools. He only sprinkled a little baby powder after each bath.

"Is it done?" tanya Tasya who sat on the sofa.

"Yes Madam," answered the two MUA simultaneously.

Tasya stood up and approached Zahwa, looking at Zahwa's face. "Ck, it's very similar to that woman."

"Mama said something?" ask Zahwa slowly.

"No, change your clothes!"

Though unsure of his mother's answer, Zahwa chose to remain silent, not wanting to provoke her mother's anger.

"Ma's pants, the clothes will be broken" said Zahwa.

Zahwa felt a slight pain in her body, as her mother forcefully removed the dress attached to Zahwa's body.

"Leave what's hard!"

"But it's Rara's, Ma."

"Eatya, if you don't have good clothes don't be pretentious to join the party," Tasya said cynically.

Zahwa was silent, not intending to serve his mother because it would only be a waste of his energy.

The two MUA men approached with a luxurious white-silver wedding dress in their hands.

"Hurry up and put that on!" Tasya's orders.

"I'm just being Nindy's bridesmaid, Ma. This dress is too much" Zahwa refused.

"Don't argue too much! I said wear it!" tasya exclaimed, making the two MUA people behind him shocked.

But not for Zahwa, he was used to receiving harsh treatment from his mother.

"Huft ...." Zahwa exhaled his breath rough, free it was argued. After all, everything his mother said he had to obey.

"Quick! I went out to call papa."

Moments later, Zahwa had finished installing the luxury dress in her body assisted by the two MUA people.

Zahwa stood in front of a mirror reflecting a reflection of himself that looked like a Princes of a kingdom.

A crystal-decorated tiara perched beautifully on top of her head with her hair styled upwards forming a very beautiful loop exposing her level white neck.

"Are you ready?" tasya asked who went into the room followed by his father behind him.

"It's too much, Ma. The invited guest would have thought that I was the bride, not Nindy's sister." Zahwa felt risi with a luxurious dress studded with glittering beads attached to her body. Although the beautiful dress is long-sleeved, but the chest is too open for Zahra.

"You are the bride! Not Nindy!"

Deg.