Second Wife Successor Mr. Zain

Chapter 32. The Past of Mr. Aaron

Everyone in the room just stayed without anyone intending to speak. For more than 30 minutes they listened to the sobs coming out of Zahra's mouth, hiding under the covers, until she fell asleep.

“Mr Zain, Ny. Amara, sorry because I have made the atmosphere become like this,” regretted Mr. Aaron.

“Hmm,” replied Zain coldly without staring at his father-in-law.

“I did not expect if Zahra is your daughter, all this time Tasya only introduced Nindy as your only daughter,” said Ny. Amara who instantly made the master Aaron who was sitting in front of her scowl shocked.

“What do you mean, Mistress?” ask Mr. Aaron to make sure. Because he knew his wife and the big lady in front of him had been friends since they were in college, but separated because of Ny. Amara follows her husband living abroad and they have only returned together in recent years after Mr. Aaron entered into a partnership with Zain's company.

“Hmm, Tasya says that you only have a child, even when we all gathered at her house, there was only Nindy visible inside that house. But it is true that you and Tasya only have a daughter because in reality Zahra is not your daughter and Tasya,” ceplos Ny. Amara.

“Iya Madam,” replied Mr. Aaron awkwardly, he was confused what kind of response to Mrs. Amara.

“Know me, Tasya used to work as your secretary. Did you have a fire behind Zahra's mother?” Mrs. Amara squinted her eyes, whether she was so sensitive when discussing the issue of infidelity. Maybe because of the story of his dark past with his late husband and woman.

“Mom!” reprimanded Zain, he knew at this time his mother must be carried away by emotions.

“No Madam, it just happened. Even then I also did not believe what I had done.”

“I met Zahira while running KKN in a village that is still so beautiful, far from the hustle and bustle of the city. Long story short, after college we got married. A great gift to me that only an ordinary young man poor in religious knowledge can get blessing and marry the daughter of a great scholar who owns a pesantren. We went abroad to continue my education, I finished S-2, while Zahira continued her studies. For 4 years we stayed away from family, away from my homeland, I also had time to work there while waiting for Zahira to finish her S-1nya.” Mr. Aaron took a deep breath and took it out slowly, replacing the air supply in his chest cavity that was getting hotter.

Mrs. Amara seemed to focus on listening to the story of the iron. While Zain chose to stay away and walk towards the gurney where his wife lay, he opened the blanket that covered her face. Zain stared fixedly at his wife's face and he landed a kiss on Zahra's forehead. Zain sat at the end of the safe, wiping his wife's head.

“At that time we had a son who was 2 years old and chose to return home. I started to build and develop a small business with Zahira, during one year our business grew so rapidly and we decided to put Zahran in the pesantren to get to know more about religion. Zahira started working in a hospital in the city. Everything went well, so that one morning the incident we never wanted came knocking down the foundation of the household that we had been building.”

“Just a year after Zahira started working at the hospital and got so many awards and career advancement, at that time our exams started.”

21 Years ago.

A woman walks hurriedly down the hospital aisle, she gets a night shift schedule. Time shows at 05:00 his mind is out of focus due to a mysterious message that haunts him all night. After his working hours ended he rushed to the address written in the mysterious message.

Still with her work clothes and great white coat, the woman drove her car at above average speed because she was agitated. Fortunately, the streets are still quiet because it is still too early for people to carry out their activities outside the home.

Arriving in the courtyard of a tall building, he rushed down from the car without parking his car first. His mind was chaotic, many questions were popping up in his mind.

‘Hopefully none of this really happened, I'm sure you won't do anything dirty like this, Mas.’ The woman walked with hope in her heart, she also always prayed and thought that something bad would not happen to her and her family.

“On the 11th floor, Mom. Do you have an appointment with the owner of the room?” the receptionist asked confused. Because this is still too early for someone to visit the place or want to meet with the tenants of the room.

The officer observed the appearance of the woman in front of him, a young woman with a face of intimacy with a doctor uniform attached to her body. There is a name tag that says dr. Zahira was clinging to her shirt.

“Thank you,” said Zahira then rushed to leave the officer who was still staring at him confused.

“Maybe the doctor was called by the room tenant to check it,” the officer said then shrugged his shoulders.

Zahira got into the elevator and pressed the 11 button on the elevator wall. Looking increasingly anxious, Zahira bit her lower lip hoping to reduce the shock in her heart.

Ting!

The elevator opens and Zahira rushes out of the elevator, looking for room 3005.

With quick steps, Zahria walked down the hallway in front of her as her eyes stared around looking for a door that read the number 3005 she had memorized out of her head as it kept coming across her head all night.

Deg.

Zahira was glued to the door with the same number as what he was looking for. With a trembling hand, he pressed the password that had been listed in the mysterious message he received.

Tiits.

To the extent that Zahira's body stiffened, his heart beat faster than usual. His breathing choked, his face paled even more after he managed to suppress the password of the room door in front of him.

Chequek.

Faintly heard the sound of female stuffing in Zahira's ears, slowly he stepped into the dark room without lighting it. His feet stepped closer towards the source of the voice, his eyes faintly catching the figure of a crying woman with disheveled hair sitting in the corner of the room with a blanket covering her body.

Zahira saw the state of the room that looked like a ship was breaking, stuff was strewn everywhere, on the sofa there were women's bags and a black men's suit. On the floor were the scattered shoes of women and men, pillows and clothes that lay just like that even a pair of underwear that looked so disgusting in his eyes.

Zahira turned her attention towards the sun-drenched bed from the slightly open window. The state of the bed was not much different from the surroundings, a mess.

Zahira walked slowly towards the bed, her eyes catching the innocent back of a man who looked so familiar in his eyes, his lower body part wrapped by a blanket.

Deg.