Second Wife Successor Mr. Zain

Chapters 11. For Ramyeon

Since hearing of Clarisa's pregnancy, ma'am. Amara decides to stay in the main mansion, and forbids Clarisa from working in the modeling world for a while.

The next morning, Mrs. Amara drove Clarisa to the hospital to check on her pregnancy. Amara also forces Zain to come with them.

“How are my future grandchildren, Doctor?” ask Ny. Amara enthusiastic.

“Finny Ny. Clarisa's healthy, mrs. Amara. She is 8 weeks old and I recommend her. Clarisa to maintain her health and diet.”

Ny's Face. Amara beamed after hearing the explanation from the doctor. While Clarisa gave a big smile while occasionally her hands rubbed her queen's stomach.

After the consultation with the doctor, Mrs. Amara passes away and Clarisa and Zain follow behind her.

After leaving the practice room, Dr. Obgyn, Zain looked towards Barra who was waiting for him at the door.

Barra who understood his duty then entered the room after the departure of his young master and his two nyonyas.

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A week is already Mrs. Amara lives in the main mansion, the more days Clarisa is getting spoiled to her mother-in-law, with great pleasure Ny. Amara fulfilled Clarisa's every wish.

That afternoon, Clarisa fell asleep in the living room while watching TV by putting her head on her mother-in-law's lap.

“Mom, can I ask you something?” asked Clarisa spoiledly.

“Whatever you want, Honey,” said Ny. Amara stroked the head of Clarisa in her lap.

“I feel uncomfortable if there is another woman in this house, Mom.” Clarisa complained and put on her sad face.

“What do you mean?” ask Ny. Amara's confused.

“I feel uncomfortable at home with another woman from my son's father, Mom.” Clarisa pursed her lips.

“Hmm, you mean Zahra?” ask Ny. Amara without taking her eyes off the TV screen in front of her.

“Iya, Mom.”

“Let's mommy try talking to Zain, yes.”

Clarisa grinned thinly, unbeknownst to her mother-in-law.

“Mom,” call Clarisa.

“What, Honey?”

“Suddenly I want to eat Zahra's homemade cooking.” Clarisa got up from her sleep and sat down to face her mother-in-law.

“But Zahra is still legal by Zain.”

“Now Zain forbids Zahra from leaving home, Mom. Instead of banning her from the room,” call it Clarisa.

“Alright, mommy will have Zahra cook for you.” Mrs. Amara relented, instead of making her daughter-in-law sad.

“Bi, get Zahra here!” Ny's orders. Amara to the waiter who was in the room.

“Good, Mistress.”

The servant went to call Zahra, and soon Zahra came and was followed by the servant behind him.

“Mommy called me?” zahra asked quietly after being near her mother-in-law.

“Yes, you cooked something for Clarisa huh! He wants to eat your cooking,” said Mrs. Amara without looking at Zahra.

“Alright, Mom.” Zahra turned to look towards Clarisa. “Mbak Clarisa want to eat what?”

Clarisa thought for a moment. “Ramyeon super spicy!”

“You can't eat spicy-spicy, Honey!” reprimand Ny. Amara looked towards Clarisa.

“I didn't want it, Mom. But Mommy's grandson.” Clarisa showed a face pleading with him.

“Good. Quickly you make super spicy ramyeon for Clarisa, Zahra.”

“Good, Mom.”

Zahra walks into the kitchen to make Clarisa's ramyeon.

“Thank you, Mom.” Clarisa hugged her mother-in-law's body and saw a grinning smile on her face.

15 Minutes later Zahra came out with a tray filled with a bowl and a glass of water on it. Zahra placed the ramyeon-filled bowl on the table, and saw hot steam billowing from the bowl.

Clarisa came closer to the bowl with a sparkling face making Ms. Amara who saw him smiled happily. Clarisa tasted the ramyeon sauce carefully because it was still hot.

Zahra retreated to her room, but was restrained by Clarisa's voice.

“Wait!” prevent Clarisa.

“What else is mbak?” ask Zahra slowly.

“I no longer want this ramyeon,” said Clarisa looking towards Zahra.

“Loh, didn't you want it?” ask Ny. Amara by knitting her brows.

“Sorry, Mom. Suddenly I don't want it.” Clarisa looked sad.

“Yes already if you do not want to eat it, just return it to the kitchen, Zahra.”

Mrs. Amara turned to Clarisa. “What do you want again, Honey?”

“I want Zahra to spend this ramyeon, Mom.”

Zahra rounded her eyes at Clarisa's request.

“But Mbak-”

“My son wanted it,” interrupted Clarisa before Zahra finished her speech.

“Come, Zahra. This is the wish of his son Clarisa, son of Zain and will be your son too!” firmly Mrs. Amara.

Zahra hesitantly approached and raised the bowl to take to the kitchen.

“I want you to eat here and see directly when you eat ramyeon.”

Zahra was forced to sit near Clarisa and slowly ate the spicy ramyeon.

Zahra's face flushed with sweat on her face. While Clarisa looked at him with a grin without anyone realizing.

In the evening when everyone was busy with their food, Zahra suddenly stood up and ran away from the table, angering Zain.

“Zahra!” he shouted but was not cared for by Zahra.

Zain slammed his spoon on the plate. He finished his meal because of a change in his mood due to Zahra's actions. Everyone stopped their eating activities.

Zain got up and stepped wide towards the bathroom where his young wife ran inside.

“Zahra!” zain shouted while banging on the door.

Long Zain stood in front of the door and the door opened.

“Zah-”

Brak!

The back door closed right in front of Zain's face made the young master even more furious.

“Basic boy! Spoiled girl! You're not fucking insolent ya!” maki Zain in front of the bathroom door while kicking that door.

Mrs. Amara was agape at the behavior of her son who was like a child was sulking asking to buy a toy. While Clarisa seemed to review her thin smile.

While Barra was used to seeing his cold young master would act like a person who fires a beard just because of his nonanya, Zahra.

Zain again kicked hard at the door in front of him and stepped towards the special elevator to the 3rd floor.

“Tell the girl to my room later!” his orders before the elevator doors closed were perfect.

Zahra sat quietly while bowing her head in front of her husband.

“You know what your mistake was?” tanya Zain stared fixedly at the girl in front of him.

Zahra shook her head slowly. “No idea, Mr.”

“Zahra!” zain's snapping made Zahra tiptoe in surprise.

“Ma-sorry, I just left the dining table.”

“Lift your face if I'm talking!” annoyed Zain, somehow he always could not hold back his emotions when it came to the girl in front of him.

Slowly Zahra raised her face, unintentionally her eyes were directly staring at her husband's eyes.

Deg.

Zahra turned her face away making Zain even more annoyed by it.

“Is my face less handsome to you?” zain's question just escaped from his mouth.

‘Stupid! What kind of question is that, Zain. Embarrassment!’ zain's inner self cursed his own stupidity.

“Ti-no, Mr.”

“Not what?” zain's insistence on making Zahra wrong.

“You are very handsome, Sir,” said Zahra very softly, making Zain look at him sharply.

“You're pawing-”

“Sorry excuse me, Mr.”

Zahra ran towards the exit without waiting for Zain to finish his words.

“Zahra! Watch out for you!” pissed Zain.

Zahra went inside a door without looking around, looking for a toilet because of her stomach ache.

“What you do!” zain's snapping made Zahra's body that had just come out of the room freeze on the spot.

“Sorry, Sir,” great-grandson Zahra with a pale face.

Zahra did not know if the door she entered was her husband's private room, she had only twice set foot on the 3rd floor, it was only in her husband's study. Zahra just walked in without looking around.