Second Wife Successor Mr. Zain

Chapters 117. Does My Face Look Scary?

Inside the living room, Zain sat with his flat face staring at the two people who stood looking at him with his pale face. Zahra was sitting next to her husband with Zain's hands hugging his waist earlier.

For the first time, Zain sent an outsider to visit his hidden palace. And Zahra who felt awkward with the tense atmosphere, she did not know if her two best friends would visit her home.

If it wasn't for his beloved wife who was always whining about being bored at home and wanting to get back to college soon, Zain wouldn't have let outsiders enter his palace.

Ria and Ulfa have since entered the family room feeling shocked and still half believe that her best friend who they have known with her simple life turned out to be the wife of the number one person admired in the family their campus.

“Why are you two just standing there?” zahra asked trying to melt the atmosphere.

Ria and Ulfa quietly did not respond to Zahra who invited them to talk. They both felt afraid, confused, happy and ashamed to mix into one.

Afraid that if they ever did anything wrong to Zahra and Zain's dress, which was rumored to be cruel, it would punish them both.

Confused what to behave and feel happy because finally able to see the husband of his best friend who had made them wonder about the figure of her husband Zahra, who was, and how surprising that Zain Malik Ibrahim was the husband of their friend.

Embarrassed to remember their behavior like a beard fire along the way to this place.

“Tania, tell them both to sit down.” Zahra told Tania to look at the two of them completely motionless.

“Good, Miss.”

Tania walked over to Ria and Ulfa and led them to sit on the sofa in front of the couple.

“Quick sitting,” said Tania lirih but with a tone of emphasis in the voice.

“Eh, i-iya.” Both of them looked increasingly nervous especially Zain did not let go of his gaze to the two of them.

“Sit,” says Zahra politely.

“Ba-good, Miss. Thank you.”

“Don't call me like that, just call me as usual. I'd rather you call me by my real name without any frills!”

“Iya Non-”

“Zahra!” zain surprised everyone in the room. “Didn't you guys hear it? My wife told you to call her name!”

“Sorry, Mr.” Ria and Ulfa were getting more and more frightened, it turned out that it was true that rumors were circulating out there about the terrifying lord Zain.

“Honey, don't scare them!” persemat Zahra felt sorry to see the pale faces of his two friends.

“Who scares them? I just remind him,” said Zain did not accept being accused of scaring the two girls in front of him.

“But your facial expression scares them!” pissed Zahra.

“Ali!”

“Ya, Young Master.”

“What is my face scary?” zain asked, looking intently at Ali.

“No, Mr.” Ali answered very convincingly.

“Tania!” call Zain.

“Ya, Young Master.”

“Are you afraid to see my face?” zain asked still with the same expression.

“No, Mr.” Tania answered him quickly. “Your face is very handsome,” he continued softly but still heard by the occupants of the room.

“A-what?” tanya Tania was confused because everyone was staring at her, she did not realize that her last words could still be heard by everyone.

“Who are you saying handsome, Tania?” zahra asked withstanding her laughter seeing the panic on Tania's face.

“Eh, ma-sorry, Miss.” Tania lowered her face embarrassed, moreover she was caught admiring God's creation in front of the owner of the face.

“Nona ...”

“Sorry Tania, I didn't laugh at you.” Zahra tried to stop his laughter but failed because he saw Zain's face bent because he knew that he was becoming a laughing stock for his wife.

“Sorry, Dear. I just remembered something,” said Zahra who got a sharp look from her husband.

“Zain!” call Mrs. Amara came from outside.

“What are you doing? Quickly go and let them take off the miss together!”

“But, Mom-”

“Quick! Don't bother mommy's daughter-in-law and her friends!”

Mrs. Amara forcibly pulls her son's hand giving Zahra time to be with her friends.

“Where is Yitian?” ask Ny. Amara after successfully dragging her son away from the living room.

“Why did Mommy ask the boy to me?” zain asked pretending not to know.

Bugh!

“Akh! Pain, Mom!” zain exclaimed and rubbed his shoulder which got a blow from his mother.

“Don't pretend to be your fool! Don't think mommy didn't know last night you threatened Yitian to come here soon!” mad Madam Ny. Amara.

“Ck! What did the boy throw at Mommy?”

“Quick pick him up at the airport!” Ny's orders. Amara.

“Let Ali pick him up!” Zain was about to return after his wife but his hand was immediately pulled back by his mother.

“Where are you going? Hurry up and get your sister! You alone should pick him up!”

“But, Mom-”

“No excuses, Zain!”

Mrs. Amara pulls Zain towards his car and pushes him into it followed by Ali sitting behind the wheel.

Forced Zain to come and pick up his cousin because of Mrs. Amara stood waiting for his departure.

While far from the city center, a black car is seen stopping in front of a simple wooden house that stands in the middle of shady trees, the atmosphere that still looks very beautiful.

 “Quick down!” command a man in his black suit complete with his sunglasses.

“I don't want to stay in a place like this!” rara shouted hysterically.

“Quick! Don't waste my time!”

Mr. Mahardika and his wife look calmer than his daughter, they are still grateful to be given the opportunity by Zain despite having to live in a remote village far from the city center.

At least they can still survive by taking care of the land owned by the Ibrahim family, instead of them staying in the city but they can work anything because surely Zain has blocked all their access to make their own money. It was the same as killing his family slowly.

“Capable Download, Ra!” shouted Mr. Mahardika.

“I wouldn't stay in a slum like this, Pa!” reject Rara.

“Rara!”

Mr. Mahardika dragged his daughter to get out of the car, then he bowed respectfully to the man in the suit who had delivered his little family safely to his destination.

“Thank you for driving us, Sir. Please apologize to Mr. Zain,” said Mr. Mahardika sincerely.

“Sama-sama, Mr. Mahardika. Hope you and your family are well stay in this village.”