Second Wife Successor Mr. Zain

Chapter 3. Main Mansion

The time shows at 01:30, the right time for everyone to indulge in their dreams. But it does not apply to people in the room with flickering lights that dazzle the eyes.

Zain is seen sitting without the presence of Barra or escorts from his men. Several women dressed in sexy clothes tried to approach and seduce Zain. In fact, some of them shamelessly tried to kiss Zain's face, but Zain nimbly always brushed aside and managed to avoid it.

Until finally, there was a person with a quick movement sitting on Zain's lap. Draping his hands around Zain's neck and landing a brief kiss on his lips, Zain got a big upset.

Prangs.

Zain pushed the woman roughly, pushing her back against the table and fell to the floor.

"Suckers! Vick*ng! How dare you touch me!" zain shouted with a flushed face and a hardened jaw revealing the veins on his neck.

Everyone stopped their activities and gazed towards the chaos that Zain had been doing. The women who had been near Zain quickly walked away with frightened faces.

The sound of music instantly stopped, no one dared to let out their voice. Instantly the frenetic crowd of the place turned into a quiet full of tension.

Barra who had been sitting a little far away observed Zain immediately running towards his master.

"Sorry, Sir. Are you okay?" barra asked and glanced at the woman who had fallen on the floor with a sharp look.

The manager of the place walked quickly closer towards them with a pale face of fear.

"Pardon us for our mistake, Tu-Tuan." The manager's body trembled slightly.

"Why are you hiring a jal*ng like him?"

"Tu-Master, ma-sorry. He's a new person, he doesn't understand the rules in this place" the manager said, looking down in fear.

"Ck, just dirty my body." Zain left the place with his angry face.

"Urus him! Don't let the young master see his face again. You know the consequences yourself!" barra's remembrance of the manager then passed following his young master.

After Zain and his assistant left, the manager approached the woman and told her to stand up.

Plaque!

One hard slap landed on his cheek, leaving a reddish mark over his smooth cheek.

"Stupid! What have you done, huh!" shouted the manager.

the woman was holding her cheek which was hot. "I-I'm just doing my job, boss."

"What job? are you ready to lose your job?"

The woman furrowed her brows in confusion. "What's my fault?"

"You're still asking what's your fault? Didn't you read the rules in this place?"

The woman looked around her, all eyes still faithfully looking at the free spectacle before them. "I read it."

"If you read it, how come you made a mistake to the young master?"

"Young gentlemen? he means that that's Mr Za-Zain?" The woman's body was down, her face turned pale.

"Ck! How careless you are, you know for yourself what the consequences of your mistakes are, right?" ask the manager with a face that looks upset.

Glug.

The woman gulped her saliva roughly, she approached her boss and held onto his arm. "B-Bos .. Help me! I don't want to lose my job, boss! Help me." Help me."

But the manager brushed off the woman's hand and just left the poor woman alone.

While everyone was again busy with their respective activities regardless of the fate of the poor woman.

It was common knowledge in that place, if young master Zain did not like to be touched without his permission. If anyone dares to touch it, then get ready to be a vagabond.

Every time Zain came to the place, the women would get a lot of money from Zain without having to sweat. Just accompanying her to drink and sit down was enough, there was no need to do more.

Zain entered his mansion. He glanced at the watch that was coiled around his wrist. At 02:15, the mansion looked deserted, there were only a few guards in charge of guarding in their respective places.

Zain climbed the steps one by one, stopped his steps on the second floor and walked to the left towards his new wife's room.

Chequek.

Zain entered the room, his eyes breaking.

"God! You brat! Why should I marry a boy?" his gerrick.

Zain walked closer to the bed, picked up a pillow lying on the floor and threw it over his new wife's body slightly. However, the girl did not feel disturbed in the slightest.

Zain looked at his new wife's body. The girl with a thin enough body, lying down sleeping on a mattress is still complete with a bathrobe that wraps her body.

Zain shook his head and passed leaving Zahwa who was sleeping soundly filled the mattress without a blanket even he did not turn on his room AC.

One of the rules in the house is that servants and guards are prohibited from going up to the second floor at night without the permission of family members, including family members, so that all the rooms are not locked so that at any time Zain is free to enter his wife's room.

No one is free to go up to the third floor without his permission, whatever the reason. Only Barra had access to go to the third floor and the butler just to clean the floor.

Zain pulled the blanket and got into it, having removed the origin of his shoes without changing the wedding shirt he wore at his wedding yesterday.

Zain clutched Clarisa's body wrapped in a thin and transparent evening dress.

"Emh, are you home?" asked Clarisa who felt someone hugging her from behind.

Clarisa twirled her body and put her hands around her husband's neck, she smelled alcohol from him. Something that was common to him.

"I want you!" zain said in a flat voice.

"Hmm," murmured Clarisa with a faint smile.

During their marriage that lasted almost two years, they only slept together a few times. Rarely did Zain want to go into his room, even a long time ago. I don't know how many months ago, Clarisa forgot.

...*****...

The next day, at 04:00 Zahwa was awake from his sleep. He rushed to the bathroom and washed his face, then replaced the bathrobe he was wearing with clothes that his mother brought from his parents' house.

Zahwa came out of his room down one by one the stairs to the kitchen. Zahwa is used to getting up early, doing laundry, cleaning the house, and cooking before going to school.

His father once asked his mother why not hire a waiter, the reason his mother was only one. Because he has no work at home, so he can do it himself and enough money can be for additional shopping.

However, all that is just an excuse, in fact, it is always Zahwa who does all the housework because his father is more often abroad.

Zahwa went into the kitchen which was still quiet. He began to bring out the ingredients that he would cook.At the middle of his work, the butler and some servants came, they were surprised to see their new mistress entering the kitchen.

"God! Madam, what are you doing here? You don't have to dirty your hands, if you want something just say it, we'll gladly serve you," the butler was afraid that his young master would find out that his wife was entering the kitchen. Because as long as he worked in the house, not even though the family members of the house entered the kitchen.

"It's okay, I'm used to these tools. So you guys don't have to be afraid. Let's cook together, Emmh-"

"You can call me bi Nur, Madam," said bi Nur the butler who saw his new mistress in confusion to call himself.

"Good, Bi Nur. Oh yeah, don't call me madam, I'm not your mistress. Just call Zahwa. Okay!" pinta Zahwa widened her smile.

"Sorry, we can't, ma'am. Later the young master will punish us if he is presumptuous to call the Madam just by name." Bi Nur politely declined Zahwa's request.

"Yes, it's up to you. But don't forbid me to cook ya." Zahwa showed her cute face.

"All right, but only today." Bi Nur was forced to allow Zahwa to cook, he could not bear to refuse the wishes of his master.

"I do not promise" said Zahwa, who was only heard by himself.

Zahwa continued cooking with the help of several maids who were in charge of cooking.

Finished cooking, Zahwa asked the servants to serve his dishes on the dining table, while he allowed his room to clean his body.

The whole family had gathered at the dining table, Zain was sitting in the main seat. Mrs. Amara, Zain's mother, sat to his right, next to Clarisa, and to his left was Barra, the assistant, who had breakfast with Zain every morning. The zahwa? I don't know where the girl is.

Zain looked around. "Where's the boy?" it made everyone feel confused.

"Babies? Who do you mean Zain?" ask Ny. Amara.

"Zahra."

Mrs. Amara knitted her confused brows. "Who's Zahra?"

"Hurry and get the boy here!" zain's orders to a servant.

Quickly the waiter ran towards the kitchen, and returned with Zahwa next to him.

"Master is looking for me?" asked Zahwa with a plain face.

"Quick sit! Everyone has to postpone sarapa just to wait for you!" zain said with a cold voice.

"But Mr ...." Zahwa felt hesitant and confused to eat with them at the dining table, in his home he always ate in the kitchen alone.

"Quick! Wait especially? You want to starve everyone?"

"Sorry Lord." Zahwa was seated next to Barra, one seat away.

They eat in silence, one of the rules in the house when eating should not be anyone who makes his voice.

The meal will have to wait for Zain to start first and end after Zain finishes his meal.

Zain crossed his spoon on the plate, a sign he was done with his meal. He stood up from his seat. "Come with me to my workroom!" He told Zahwa.

Zain walked towards the elevator which led straight to his special floor, followed by Barra and Zahwa behind him.