Second Wife Successor Mr. Zain

Chapters 13. Room 305

That morning after Zain left for his office, Clarisa whined to her mother-in-law to take Zahra for a walk to the mall. Initially Ms. Amara does not allow it, but Clarisa makes the child in her womb as an excuse so that Ms. Amara was forced to give her two daughters-in-law permission to leave.

Clarisa embraces Zahra's arm all the way around the mall, initially Clarisa just wants to look around, but her soul thrills to shop.

“Zahra, you tried this shirt on!” pinta Clarisa and thrust a knee-length mini dress into Zahra's hand.

“But Ma'am, I can't wear revealing clothes,” reject Zahra.

“Come on, this isn't open Zahra! Try wearing short clothes once. Don't you feel hot always wearing such long clothes?” cerca Clarissa's.

“I'm used to it, Ma'am. It was not hot,” replied Zahra calmly.

“Yes already if you don't want to! I'll buy it for myself.” Clarisa left Zahra with her face bent.

Zahra observed the dress in her hands, her face looking sad when she saw the drees. Zahra then put the dress back into place and chased after Clarisa who had already walked out of the store.

“Mbak, where are we going?” zahra asked after successfully pursuing Clarisa, but Clarisa was silent and did not respond to Zahra's question.

“Mbak, I'm sorry yes. It is not my intention to reject the shirt of choice Sister Clarisa, but I can not wear short clothes, Ma'am,” explained Zahra felt guilty.

“Already, surely you don't like the clothes of my choice!” cetus Clarise.

“Mbak, sorry. Not like that, instead I want to accompany Ms. Clarisa around this mall all day.”

“You didn't lie, did you?” ask Clarisa to make sure.

“Iya, Mbak.”

“If Zain gets angry I don't follow!"

Zahra hesitantly nodded her head.

“Alright I will forgive you,” Clarisa said and developed her smile.

Clarisa re-embraced Zahra's arm and took her around the mall.

Clarisa invites Zahra into the baby supply store. Clarisa went around looking at the contents of the shop with a sparkling face followed by Zahra who was tailing behind her.

“This shirt is funny yes, Ra.” Clarisa shows a pink baby dress with a butterfly motif.

“Cantik Mbak, but this is a girl's shirt. Do you already know the sex of your child?” asked Zahra carefully, he did not want to offend Clarisa, because Zahra knew the mood of pregnant people was very sensitive.

“Not yet, but I want to buy it,” whine Clarisa.

“Mbak, said parents of ancient times, pamali if buying goods for babies in the stomach that has not even turned 7 months old.” Zahra gave her advice carefully.

“That's the talk of the ancients. It's modern times, Ra!” singal Clarisa's.

Zahra was silent, she did not want to argue with Clarisa which would definitely make the problem longer.

Clarisa stuffed some really cute baby girl clothes into the basket that Zahra was carrying.

“This is funny all, Ra! I want to buy everything.”

“Mbak, but these are all baby girl clothes. Later if your child is born a boy how?” asked Zahra who could not bear to see Clarisa's madness in buying baby clothes.

“Turn bought again, right. Small things like that are made difficult,” Clarisa said without feeling guilty.

Zahra widened her eyeballs, she could not be out of thought with Clarisa's thoughts. Zahra recalled to herself who since childhood always got clothes or whatever it was from her brother.

“That's the name of wastage, Ma'am!” reprimand Zahra slowly.

“You are so stingy anyway! The dam! Your husband will not fall into poverty just for buying all the contents in this mall!” cetus Clarisa was upset that she considered Zahra's advice a criticism that hurt her self-esteem.

Zahra. “Not so I mean, Ma'am. Mubazir right if it has been purchased but not in use.”

“Let's wear it to your child!” cetus Clarisa made Zahra even more surprised.

“Su-like to, Mbak.”

“Ya already, don't protest much!” clarisa insists the sign does not want to be denied.

Zahra chose to be quiet, letting Clarisa do whatever she liked.

“We eat first yuk, Zahra!” take Clarisa after feeling tired around the mall.

Clarisa holding Zahra's hand entered one of the restaurants in the place.

Clarisa ordered a lot of menus and ate them voraciously making Zahra feel full just by looking at her, Zahra just tasted a few menus and a glass of orange juice in front of her.

Moments later, Zahra felt a temperature change in her body.

“Mbak, how come I feel hot huh?” ask her to Clarisa.

“What heat? This room is air-conditioned,” Clarisa explained.

“I'm serious, Ma'am.”

Zahra moved uncomfortably in her seat, her hands rubbed the tabungnya then she sipped orange juice in front of her until it was not left, hoping the drink can remove the heat in her body.

“Mbak, we'll just go home! I do not feel at home, sultry, very hot to feel,” said Zahra with a face that began to panic.

“Wait a minute.”

Clarisa took the money out of her purse and placed some of the notes on the table.

“Come, Ra!” bring him.

Zahra walked with wide strides towards the parking lot, occasionally stopping her steps as she waited for Clarisa who was left behind. Zahra shook her hands in front of her face.

In the car, Zahra turned on the AC with the lowest temperature, but she still felt hot.

“Mbak, it looks like the AC is dead,” complained Zahra.

Clarisa only glanced for a moment at Zahra and refocused her steering wheel.

Moments later Clarisa turns her car into a jasmine hotel.

“Why are we here, Ma'am?” ask Zahra confused.

“We stopped by here first, he said you were overheated and wanted to take a shower. We rent a room here for a while rather than going back to the mansion still very far away, Ra.”

Zahra got out of the car following Clarisa without the slightest suspicion of Clarisa.

Clarisa booked a room large enough for them. After receiving the key from the receptionist they walked down the hallway looking for the room number of their order.

At the end of the hall, they found a room with the number 305, Clarisa opened the key into the door and opened it.

“Come in, Ra!” bring him.

Zahra unsuspecting immediately stepped into the room because she wanted to take a shower.

Brak!

Zahra turned her body because she heard the sound of the door being shut.

Zahra ran towards the closed door.

“Mbak! Sister Clarisa! Open the door, Ma'am!” zahra shouted as she banged on the door in front of her.

Outside the room, Clarisa threw the key into the trash.

“Happy fun, Zahra!” Clarisa grinned and walked away from the room with the number 305.