Second Wife Successor Mr. Zain

Chapters 19. Dispart

In his room, a doctor named Dr. Fatima, the doctor in charge of Zahra's care, sits anxiously in front of her master, who is a little anxious to convey her prediction of Zahra's condition.

“Master, I have to convey something that might make it difficult for you to accept it,” he said slowly.

“Say!” zain's orders coldly, the fragile figure he had shown in Zahra's room had been replaced by his cold figure.

“Master, you'd better bring Mrs. Zahra to get special treatment from Dr. Psychiatrist due to his psychiatric condition slightly shaken,” explained Dr. Fatima was careful.

“My wife is not crazy, Doctor! You don't dare mess around!” snapped Zain.

“I didn't say that Mrs. Zahra has a mental or insane disorder, sir. I just recommend bringing Mrs. Zahra to a psychiatrist so that your wife gets the right treatment.” Dr. Fatima is very professional, she is so calm to face Zain's unstable emotions, despite feeling a little worried about facing the young master of the owner where she works.

Zain just walked out of Dr. Fatima with a lethargic face. He took his foot down the hospital hallway to the elevator and got into it.

Zain stepped on the roof of the building and walked to the edge of the building. The wind blew fiercely making his clothes flutter and his hair fluttering.

“Aaaakh!!!” Zain shouted loudly venting out the stifling emotions within his chest.

Never had Zain felt this bad, even back then when he was living away his father and had to lose his sister Zain did not feel this fragile, because he was too small and did not understand the meaning of loss.

The next night Zain accompanied Zahra in her nursery, Zain was shocked to find Zahra, who woke up crying hysterically, even more hysterically when she saw her whereabouts.

Finally Dr. Fatima asks Zian to get out of the room, but Zain is reluctant to leave the rampaging Zahra.

“Master, I beg you to get out of this room. Do it for your wife!” dr pinta. Fatima with a slightly commanding tone Zain.

Zain tetal silently stood in place without listening to Dr. Fatimas.

“Master. If you don't want your wife to really go crazy, please leave this room immediately!” exclaiming Dr. Fatima, forgetting who the person in front of her, did not think about it, for her the safety of her patients was the most important thing.

With heavy strides, Zain dragged his feet out of Zahra's nursery. He sat in front of the waiting chair in the hallway with his hands cupped to his face..

Barra walked over to his master. “Master, you'd better eat first. Since yesterday you haven't eaten anything.”

“I'm not hungry, Barra!”

“At least you should eat a little, Mister!” barra Urge.

“Later I will eat if hungry.”

Someone pulled Zain's hand making him raise his head. He wanted to scold the person who disturbed him but stopped when he saw who the person was.

“If you are sick, who will take care of Zahra? If Zahra came to her senses and found her husband dying, she would definitely blame herself.”

“Mommy ...,” shimmies Zain and hugs his mother's body.

“Crying! A person will not be considered weak if he shed his tears for his loved ones.” Mrs. Amara rubbed her son's head and returned Zain's embrace.

Mrs. Amara rushed to the hospital after receiving news from Barra about Zahra and Zain's condition, who had neglected themselves since yesterday.

 “Eat, Zain. Mommy knows how you feel, but don't let you neglect your own health.”

Zain took off his embrace and turned his face away.

“Ck! Why are you so! Always whining in mommy's armpits!” mrs Ejek. Amara then hit his son's shoulder softly.

Mrs. Amara sat down next to Zain and asked for the lunchbox from Barra's hand.

“You can rest!” his orders to Barra.

“I'll be here accompanying you and young master, Mistress,” reject Barra politely.

“You also want to be a dissident like your master? Over time working with him makes you stubborn like him!” upset Mrs. Amara.

“Sorry, Mistress.”

“I'm not apologizing! Go eat, shower! How long have you not been in the shower?” ask Ny. Amara squinted her eyes at Barra's face.

Barra kissed her own body. “Sorry Madam, then excuse me for a moment. If you need anything immediately contact me, Mrs.”

“No need, I can do it myself. Anyway in this place a lot of your men are on guard.”

“I'm sorry, Madam.” Barra paused and left the place.

Mrs. Amara opened the lunchbox in her hand and fed her son.

Zain denied eating the food from his mother's hands. For a long time he did not feel the food from the mouthful of his mother's hand, without realizing a drop of tears fell down his cheek.

“Do not crybaby!”

...*****...

That morning Zain took the time to return to the mansion after a few days of not setting foot in the mansion.

Without further ado, Zain called Clarisa and gave her their divorce papers.

“Quick sign the letter!” his orders.

“I don't want to, Zain. I'm sorry, I promise I'll leave the modeling world for you.” Clarisa begged and whined to Zain.

“Quick! Don't waste my precious time!” zain exclaimed without looking at Clarisa.

Clarisa shook her head and cried in front of Zain.

“For your sake I must be far away from my wife!”

“I'm also your wife, Zain!” clarisa.

“Never once did I bake you as a wife! Remember that!” shout Zain.

Zain withdraws Clarisa's hand and forces her to sign the letter.

After successfully obtaining a signature from Clarisa, Zain took out a blank check on the table.

“Take! And fill in as you please, after this never appear in front of me again! It would be better if you leave this country!”

Zain got up and walked away from Clarisa without feeling the slightest pity for the woman.

“Oh yes, there will be no agent or any management who will accept you back in the world of modeling!” before disappearing from Clarisa's sight.

“Zain!”

Zain stopped his hand from opening the car door because someone was calling his name.

“Zain, mommy come to the hospital ya!” pinta Ny's. Amara with disordered breath as she ran after her son.

Zain turned his head towards his mother and looked at her for a while.

“Come in!” he said flat and then got into the car followed by Mrs. Amara developed her smile.

Zain walked down the hospital hallway with his mother trailing behind him. Along the way people bowed respectfully towards him.

His daily life now focuses only on Zahra's healing. The work problem he left entirely to Barra.

Zain stopped his steps in front of a VVIP room that for a week had been the treatment of Zahra, Zain only saw his wife's face from behind the glass door.

Since the tantrum Zahra experienced at that time, Zain could only look at his wife's face from a distance. Because Zahra would come back hysterical and raging every time she saw a male presence nearby.

“How is Zahra, Zain?” ask Ny. Amara stood beside her son.

Zain turned his head towards his mother and looked at her with a difficult look.

Mrs. Amara patted her son's shoulder. “Patience Zain, everything will be back to normal. Mommy is sure Zahra is a strong boy, he will definitely pass all this.” Mrs. Amara stared at her son with sadness.

“Mommy log in first.”

“Jaga Zahra for me, Mom!” pinta Zayn.

“Without you asking mommy to do it, Zain,”. Amara with a smile on her face, then stepped inside Zahra's nursery.

“Don't blame yourself, Zahra. You're not wrong, I was stupid because it left you just like that in that hotel room.”

Zain was so sorry for what he did back then, that Zahra always blamed himself, and several times Zahra tried to hurt him.

Zahra received special treatment and during the last week her condition improved. Doctors estimate Zahra only takes 2-3 months to return to his condition, but still must get regular care and supervision from those around him.

"I'll do anything for your recovery, little girl."