Second Wife Successor Mr. Zain

Chapter 24. Zain Plan

Mrs. Amara stopped her steps in the doorway, her eyes glazed over the state of her son and daughter-in-law.

The couple were both sitting in a miserable state. Zain with clothes and hair disheveled as it held back Zahra's constantly rebellious body. So does Zahra who looks equally messy.

Not feeling a drop of tears falling down Ny's cheeks. Amara, he quickly removed it.

“Am-ampun, Mom! Sorry, I didn't intentionally. Don't punish Zahwa, Ma!” racau Zahra with her eyes closed, she began to calm down a little in her husband's arms.

“Ampun, Mom. I won't repeat it again ..”

“Ssstt .. quiet, darling. There I am here, don't be afraid!” Zain stuck his chin over Zahra's head, his tag gently rubbing his wife's back.

“Pa-pa, please Zahwa, Zahwa wants to join papa ...”

Zain felt his wife's body calm down, and his rags slowly began to subside. Slowly Zain took off their arms and stared fixedly at his wife's face, wiping Zahra's tears with his thumb.

Slowly Zain lifted his wife's small body towards the gurney and laid it on it. Zain rubbed his wife's soft face, reluctant to move from Zahra's side, long since he separated from his girl. And now Zain can get close again, but in a way he never wanted.

‘What is your past diving, spoiled girl?’

Zain looked back as he felt someone slap his shoulder slowly. “Mom.”

“Sorry Zain, mommy just left Zahra alone.” Mrs. Amara felt guilty for leaving her son-in-law to comply with Zahra's wishes.

“Mommy from where?” zain asked, his eyes catching a nun who was still standing in front of the door with a food trolley in front of him.

Mrs. Amara followed Zain's direction. “You're in! Why stand there?”

“Good, Mistress. Where will the food be put?”

“Leave it there,” said Ny. Amara, her finger pointed towards the nightstand beside the sofa.

The sister said goodbye after putting the food trolley near the nightstand.

“Mommy why leave Zahra alone?” ask Zain to investigate.

“Tadi Zahra wants breakfast from mommy's hand, so mommy has to cook into the kitchen of the employee. Well even though it was helped by the nurse earlier,” explained Mrs. Amara with her tired face.

Zain looked at her mother's appearance which looked a little messy this morning, unlike her usual one which always looked neat and elegant.

“Mommy can cook?” zain asked with his eyes.

Mrs. Amara shrugged her shoulders, then tidied up her hair and clothes which were a little messy.

Zain walked up to the food trolley and opened the lid, his eyes fiddling with the results of his mother's cooking.

“Obviously look at it, you do not expect, if this mommy of yours can cook,” proud Ny. Amara.

Zain's hand reached for the spoon to taste his mother's first cooking, fried rice with various vegetables and complements. Seen from its appearance is also quite good for a big lady who first entered the kitchen.

Zain's eyes were interested in seeing something strange that became the top of the menu. Zain raised his brow and turned the thing around. ‘What is this? Like eggs but how strange?’ ask Zain in his heart.

Zain scooped up the rice and put it in his mouth.

“How does it feel? Tasty, right?” ask Ny. Amara.

“Hmm,” Zain wanted to immediately take the food out of his mouth, but he paled when he saw the twinkle in his mother's eyes.

“Good, let Zahra eat it later,” said Ny. Amara with a glowing face.

“No need, Mom. Let me eat mommy's first meal.” Zain lifted the tray of food and a glass of water and placed the tray on the table.

“Ck! You cheated Zain. Though it's hard mommy cook only for mommy's daughter-in-law!” gerutu Ny's. Amara however looks a smile on her lips.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

Someone knocked on the door from the outside, and then came in. Fatima followed a nurse behind her.

“Good morning, Mr. Zain, Mrs. Amara,” saya dr. Fatima with a friendly smile.

Zain nodded his head. He was busy eating food in front of him also gulped water every time he finished swallowing the food.

“How are things Ny. Zahra?” ask dr. Fatima then stepped closer towards the gurney where Zahra's body lay on top of her. He immediately came to Zahra's nursery after receiving a report from Dr. Crammy.

“She fell asleep after having tantrums due to seeing the presence of her husband, Dok.”

“Let me check in advance.” dr. Fatima then checked Zahra's condition with the help of a nun who came with her.

“Alhamdulillah, Ny's physical condition. Zahra's healthy. We just need to be patient and provide support to restore the psychic Ny. Zahra to get better soon, and of course Ms. Zahra must routinely do the therapy,” explained dr. Fatimas.

“Good, Doctor.”

“Thank you, Doctor,” replied Zain and Ny. Amara.

Zain got up from his seat and walked towards his wife lying down. Then he stretched out his hand to rub Zahra's head.

“I stay first yes, spoiled girl. Later I will come back again,” say goodbye to Zain and then kiss Zahra's forehead.

“Mom, I'm going to the office first, there's a job.” Zain turned to look at his mother. “Dragon my wife, Mom.”

“Without you asking, dear.” Mrs. Amara approached her son and pulled Zain's hand and quickly kissed him on the cheek.

Cup.

“Mom!” squeal Zain with eyes wide open.

Although Ny. Amara giggles at stealing her son's kiss. For some reason after almost 2 months he accompanied Zahra in the hospital, his heart always wanted to continue to be close to his son.

Mrs. Amara regretted her attitude that had been less attentive to Zain. Not that she wanted to ignore her son, but every time she saw Zain she always remembered her late husband who had betrayed her.

“Shame!” pissed off Zain and came out of his wife's nursery.

“Oh yes, Mommy do not cook again for Zahra, later Mommy is tired, let me order food from outside for you!” zain exclaimed before closing the door and disappearing behind it.

Mrs. Amara knitted her brows and shrugged her shoulders. Although dr. Fatima just smiled at the behavior of the mother and child.

While in the kitchen employees at the hospital, seen an OB head is scolding his subordinates for seeing the state of the kitchen is messy.

“What are you doing? Can a kitchen be like a ship breaking like this? Who did it?” enragedly.

Everyone in the room was silent and glanced at each other.

“Why silence? Answer!”

“Em anu Pak, it's em-mrs, Sir,” replied one of the OB with doubt.

“Am em am em anu, if by the way that's clear!” the upset.

“They are big, sir. Lady Amara.”

“Ya already, clean up this mess!” his order then left the kitchen so no emotion heard the name of the great mistress mentioned.

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“Master, the servant who used to work at Mr. Aaron's house is dead,” explained Barra behind his wheel.

They were on their way to a meeting place with a client.

“The only way is only on Mr. Aaron.” Barra glanced at his young master, he was waiting for an answer from his young master who was just silently listening to his report.

“Call him. Tomorrow I want him to face me!” zain said firmly, the sign does not want to be denied.

“Good, Mr.”