Second Wife Successor Mr. Zain

Chapter 26. The arrival of Mr. Aaron

“Come once again, Zahra!” insist Zain.

“No want, enough,” reject Zahra by putting on his face.

“One time yes, before I go,” rayu Zain.

“No Sir, please don't force me anymore.”

“Hurry open, otherwise I will kiss you!” threaten Zain's.

Zahra shut her mouth with both hands. The habit of her husband who always forces her to spend food with excess portions.

“Quick I have to leave soon, there is a meeting in the company.” Zain kept the spoonful of food right in front of Zahra's mouth.

Zahra shook her head, but she eventually relented, refusing because Zahra would definitely lose against her husband.

“Good girl, rest up! Later tonight I'll stay here.” Zain ruffled Zahra's hair and placed an empty plate on the table.

“No need, Mr.” Zahra quickly rejected her husband's words.

“Mommy's love almost 2 months accompany you here. Let mommy rest comfortably at home, she is aged, Zahra.”

“Zain!” shouted Mrs. Amara with widened eyes, then he threw a spoon in his hand and hit Zain's head.

“Akh!” zain screeched while rubbing his slightly bumpy head.

“Basic brat! Get the fuck out of here! No time for you tonight with mommy's daughter-in-law!”

Zain was forced out of his wife's nursery because his mother dragged his body forcibly. Zain's plan of wanting to spend the night with Zahra had to be buried just because his mother was upset by his words. He said what he said was nothing wrong.

...*****...

The next day, after seeing the state of his wife, Zain rushed to the company because Barra reported that Mr. Aaron who was none other than his father-in-law was already in his office.

After yesterday having orders from his son-in-law delivered by Barra the assistant, master Aaron rushed home to the homeland, master Aaron did not want to make trouble by angering his son-in-law.

Chequek!

The sound of the door of the luxurious room opened, a man with a neat appearance with a cold face and his looks entered it.

While the two people inside immediately rose from their seats and bowed their heads in a sign of respect to the powerful young master, who else if not Zain Malik Ibrahim.

Zain walked haughtily towards his seat of greatness, without greeting the two people who were still standing in his place.

“Sit!” zain said coldly after he sat down in his chair.

“Thank you, Mr.”

Mr. Aaron sat in front of Zain, while Barra sat on the sofa in the room.

“Do you know why I called you here?”

Mr. Aaron shook his head slowly, he felt anxious and wondered what mistake he had made, or perhaps his daughter made a mistake.

“Sorry, I don't know, Sir. Did my daughter make a mistake?” ask Mr. Aaron slowly.

Zain stared intently at his father-in-law. “True, your daughter is already making big trouble against me!”

“Tu-Master, forgive my daughter. He does often make trouble,” Mr. Aaron is nervous and afraid to face directly with Zain. Although now his position was the father-in-law of the cold man in front of him, yet still Master Aaron felt disinclined and uneasy facing directly with him.

“Create problems often?” asked Zain cynically.

“I-iya, Sir. Since childhood my youngest daughter often makes her mother and sister upset also often make trouble,” explained Mr. Aaron with a choked voice.

“What does Zahwa do, Mister?”

“Do you know the state of your youngest daughter who you refer to as the troublemaker?” ask Zain back, ignoring questions from his father-in-law.

Mr. Aaron was just speechless, he was too busy with his business and entrusted all household matters as well as his two daughters to his wife. His wife said her two daughters were doing well. She last communicated with Zahra on her wedding night.

“Why are you silent?” Zain leaned his body and crossed his legs.

“Are you sure the princess you've all been calling a troublemaker is really causing trouble? Or even that poor girl who always gets in trouble?”

Deg.

“What do you mean, Mr?” asked Mr. Aaron with a surprised face.

Barra walked over to his young master's desk, then placed a brown envelope on the table.

“Please open and see for yourself the contents inside this envelope, Mr.” Barra took a step back and remained standing in place.

Slowly Mr. Aaron's hand took the brown envelope in front of him, with a cautious heart he took out the contents inside.

Mr. Aaron knitted his brows, his confused face looking at the many photos in front of him. “A-what does all this mean, Mister?”

“Whose photo is this? Why so many wounds on his body?” Mr. Aaron felt sorry and sad to see a photo of some part of a woman's body with a scar on it.

“What do you think of those photos?” zain asked, for the time being he ignored the question from his father-in-law.

“What a pity this girl. Surely he felt pain and distress, perhaps-” Lord Aaron did not finish his sentence, he felt confused to explain it.

“You're right. Too bad the girl in the photo, do you believe the injuries were caused by herself?”

“It's very impossible, sir. If the wounds were on his hands and thighs, it was possible that he himself could do it. But for the wounds on his calves and back, I'm sure the culprit is someone else,” explained Mr. Aaron at length.

“That's right! I've got the same thoughts as you, Mr.”

“Sorry, Sir. But what do these photos have to do with our conversation?” ask mister Aaron who still does not understand the direction of his daughter-in-law's conversation.

“Of course this is very much related to the initial topic of our conversation, Mr Aaron!” Zain pulled out a blue map from his desk drawer.

“Do you wonder who the girl in the photo is?”

Mr. Aaron nodded his head, he was getting curious and also confused because of Zain who continued to invite him to play puzzles.

Zain thrust the map right in front of his father-in-law.

Mr. Aaron looked at the map and Zain's face in turn, as if asking what this was, and asked permission to open it.

With slightly trembling hands, Mr. Aaron grabbed the map and opened it. For some reason his heart suddenly beat faster, he felt uneasy. As his body froze, his eyes widened reading the paper that had now moved into his hands.

“Tu-Master.”

The paper in Mr. Aaron's hand fell on the table, he could not say anything as if something was strangling his neck. His chest felt tight and his eyes glazed over after reading one familiar name written clearly on the paper of a visit from Zain's hospital.

Zahwa Zahratunnisa, his youngest daughter, a daughter whom he had considered a troublemaker because his wife often complained about Zahra's mischief.

“The youngest daughter who is considered a troublemaker! The poor girl who had even been lied to by her own parents! The poor girl who was forced to replace her brother who ran away from an arranged marriage! Poor girl accused of being a murderer! Poor girl who doesn't even know who her real mother is!”

Deg.

Mr. Aaron raised his face, not yet finished he was surprised by the reality he had just obtained, now his son-in-law knows the thing he had been hiding from anyone that Zahra was not the real daughter of his wife, Tasiah.