Second Wife Successor Mr. Zain

Chapter 33. Past Mr. Aaron 2

Zahira stood in her place.

‘It's not real, it's just a dream! There is no way this person in front of me is my husband!’ zahira's inner turmoil wants to deny what she sees.

Zahira gulped his saliva roughly, he held his breath. His outstretched hand wanted to make sure the figure was lying on its stomach in front of him.

However, before his hand managed to grab onto that body, the figure of the man turned his body while stretching out his arms stretching out his stiffened muscles.

Instantly Zahira widened her eyes, her hands silenced her mouth to avoid screaming.

“Ma-Mas Aaron!” peekit Zahira's.

The man who was lying on the bed was none other than Aaron slowly opening his eyes due to hearing the noise around him.

“Honey, you're home?” he said without feeling guilty, Aaron then sat up from his sleep and frowned his eyebrows confused to see the place felt foreign in his eyes.

“Where are we?” tanyanya still did not realize the circumstances around her.

Aaron spread his gaze around, he looked more confused and his eyes stopped when he found a woman crying in the corner of the room. A stranger in her eyes.

“Ta-Tasya, what are you doing here?” shrieking Aaron, he then looked towards his own body and was increasingly surprised to see his innocent body which was only covered by a thin blanket.

“Sa-honey, this is not what you think!” panic Aaron.

“You should marry her soon, Mom! See it!” Zahira pointed towards the white bedsheet that had blood stains on it.

Mr. Aaron sighed slowly after telling the story of his past, leaning his body back.

“After the incident, Zahira told me to marry Tasya, and we hid it to Zahira's extended family at her request.”

“As time went on, I started to accept Tasya's presence because Zahira always led me to be fair to Tasya. Especially after the birth of Anindya who was born prematurely just like Zahwa. Zahira always said that all this is the best destiny for all of us, no one was guilty in the incident that night which he considered just an accident because it was the prank of my coworkers.” Mr. Aaron took a deep breath and then took it out slowly, he again felt a tightness inside his chest recalling the incident.

“At first I assumed everything was going well, they both looked very well together and understood each other, even when I had to go abroad to take care of my business.”

“At that time I had to attend a meeting outside the city, leaving Zahira who was pregnant big, I believe everything will be fine because there is Tasya and aunt who take care of her at home. But when I came home I was shocked by the sight before my own eyes, Zahira's body lying under the stairs covered in blood around her.” Master Aaron looked towards the ceiling, dispelling something within his eyes that was about to break through his defense.

“I still remember the last thing he said on the way to the hospital ‘whatever happens to me, take care of our son, Mas. Love them, don't let them grow up without affection from their parents.’ Ck! Even I failed to run the last trust from him.” Lord Aaron condemned his folly, he regretted being so foolish as to let his daughter be with his young wife.

“Basic men! All the same!” upset Mrs. Amara was also carried away by the emotions of hearing the story from her iron.

“Mom!” zain felt like he was a man too. His hand was still busy stroking his wife's head, but it came to a halt when his eyes accidentally saw a tear coming out of his wife's closed eyes.

‘Do you hear everything?’ zain asked inwardly, but he let his wife keep her eyes closed, pretending not to know that Zahra had woken up from her sleep.

“Then why did you leave Zahra with her stepmother? Even you look very indifferent to it.” Mrs. Amara again asked Aaron's master a question, as if he himself had forgotten about his actions which had been seen indifferent to his son.

“Huft! I was afraid to look at Zahwa's face,” Sir Aaron made Ny. Amara widened her eyes.

“The more she got older, her face was so very similar to her mother's. Even now I feel like I saw Zahira when she was a teenager, when she finished high school. The difference is Zahira is always veiled that dangles down to cover her upper body.”

Mrs. Amara stared at her son, while Zain also looked at his mother. Their gazes met and locked for a few seconds.

Mrs. Amara hurried to turn her face away. ‘Even I often avoid it for the same reason as you Aaron. Zain's face was so similar to that of the brengs*k man,’ his regret in heart.

‘I know why mommy's always been avoiding me. But I know mommy loves me very much, forgive Zain if this face is so similar to daddy.’ Zain clasped his wife's hand, hoping he could get some power from his little wife.

“And right at the time of Zahwa's 10th birthday, also Zahira's 10th year left us for good, at that time also the aunt who worked with us said that at that time Zahira fell down the stairs due to a fight with Tasya, aunty also said the two of them had a big fight and mentioned Anindya's name in it. I don't know what they're discussing, so far I haven't found the answer. The next day, my aunt left the house. Several times I looked for a replacement aunt, but always they were nothing to last more than a month, Tasya said they could not stand Zahwa's too naughty attitude.” Mr. Aaron stared at his daughter, then accidentally looked at his daughter-in-law who was staring intently at him.

“Hmm, one of them is that. But actually I feel more guilty to Zahira and every time I see Zahwa I always remember the incident,” said Mr. Aaron, his face was so regretful of the decision that he had considered the best decision but in reality he just ran from his guilt to Zahira and forgot about the feelings of Zahwa, his daughter.

Zain felt his wife's hand, which had initially been silent, accept his grip, now turned around and felt her hand held tightly by his wife. Zian looked at his wife's face, Zahra's body slightly shaking with tears continuing to come out of her closed eyes, but no sound came out of her tiny lips.

Zain climbed onto the top of the gurney and lay down beside his wife, pulling the small body into his arms.

“After this talk, you guys go for lunch first, let Zahra rest with me here!” zain firmly did not avert his gaze which stared at the top of his wife's head.

“Ck! Just tell me you want to be alone with mommy's daughter-in-law, use the excuse to kick us out for lunch everything!” upset Mrs. Amara when she saw her son had positioned himself on the gurney by hugging his wife. “Stole opportunity on top of narrowness!” added Ny. Amara.

“Then excuse me, Sir,” says Mr. Aaron.

“Don't go home first. At least wait until Zahra wakes up later this afternoon!” zain said without wanting to be denied.

“Awas not to mess with mommy's daughter-in-law! This time mommy relented and will let you both with Zahra,”. Amara before leaving Zahra's room, saw a small smile on her lips.

After making sure his mother and father-in-law came out of the room, Zain hugged Zahra's body. He rubbed slowly on Zahra's back, there was really not the slightest sense of wanting to remove Zahra from his arms.

“Crying,” says Zain slowly.

As Zahra's body trembled violently in her husband's arms, she also hugged him tightly, hoping that in a way that would reduce the tightness in his chest.

After feeling a little calmer and controlling her tears, Zahra took off her arms on her husband's body. “Ma-sorry Sir,” his great-grandson.

But Zain did not let the hug slip easily, when else would Zain get a chance like this.

“How many times do I have to remind you? Never call me that call!” zain said with a cold voice.

“Ma-sorry,” Og Zahra is still in her husband's arms.

“Honey! From now on you should call me with call ‘sayang’ understand?”

“Emm, i-ya Tu-”

“Honey!” sidetrack Zain quickly. “Repeat.”

“Sa-honey,” said Zahra lirih even more precisely referred to as a whisper.

“What? I didn't hear it?” zain asked pretended not to hear, whereas he clearly heard it given the position of those who were still hugging.

“Sa-honey.”

“I didn't hear it,” said Zain feigning anger.

“Sayang.” Zahra quickly hid her face into the chest of her husband's field. Perhaps if Zain saw his reddened face, the man would continuously tease him nonstop.

“I didn't hear it, repeat once again!” pinta Zain however Zahra only replied by shaking her head.

“Yes already, this time the account forgives you for not obeying my words,” said Zain sounded like an angry person, but after that a smile expands on his cold face is certainly not known by Zahra.

“Come healed soon, I promise I will take you to the grave of your biological mother after you recover.” Zain stuck his chin over his wife's head.

‘I won't let your life suffer again, Dear.’

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