Second Wife Successor Mr. Zain

Chapter 38. Ziya's House 2

The room measuring 4 x 5 meters is now crowded with the presence of other children, they scramble to open the parcel brought by Mrs. Amara. The adults sat watching their funny behavior.

Packs containing lots of toys and new clothes and a variety of snacks have moved into the hands of these children.

“Don't scramble children, remember you have to share with your other siblings, understand!” Sofia's orders.

“Iya, Mother.”

“Huft, sorry ma'am, this is how everyday is in this house. Far from being calm,” Sofia told bi Nur with a smile on her face.

“How many children live here, Bun. Eh sorry, I can call mom with mother call?” ask Hani who feels panic because without permission to call Sofia by the name of mother like other children.

“It's okay, Son. Everyone calls me mother, even Mr. Zain and nak Barra also call me mother.”

Bi Nur and Hani are increasingly surprised to hear the narration from Sofia. There are so many things that are hidden from the life of their employer.

“Ask if there is anything you want to know, Bi.” Mrs. Amara knew that bi Nur and her daughter must be confused by all this.

“Em, sorry Madam. It is impolite if I am just a waiter to find out about your personal life.”

“I never thought of you as Bi's servant. It is not even enough for me to make up for your husband's sacrifice with whatever I have in this world,”. Amara was busy stroking the hair of the little girl sitting on her lap. The other two children were busy with other children.

Mrs. Amara recalled that time, when she wanted to catch up with her husband to China and surprise him on her husband's birthday, he was even surprised by finding the husband was staying overnight with a young girl in his apartment.

Cklek.

After pressing the password of her apartment door, a woman in covered clothes complete with her winter coat stepped into the dark house, without turning on the lights first he walked towards the main room with a cake in his hand.

Mrs. Amara smiled to see the door opened slightly, slowly opening the door with her shoulder.

“Happy birthday, Honey!” exclaims Ny. Amara was unaware of the surrounding circumstances because it looked dim.

Bruk!

Cake in the hand. Amara immediately fell down along with the opening of a blanket that wrapped people in it.

“Ko-cocco ..” Mrs. Amara stammered in surprise to see her husband sleeping with a woman.

“Honey!”

Mrs. Amara turned her body rushing to leave the place and ignored her husband's call. He ignored his fatigue because the flight from Jakarta to Hong Kong for almost 5 hours had not been coupled with a trip from the airport to the apartment for about an hour.

Mrs. Amara got into the elevator and immediately pressed the ground floor button so that she could not be pursued by her husband. Arriving at the lobby, he rushed out and ignored the greetings from the receptionist there.

Mrs. Amara intercepts a red taxi on the side of the road and enters its depths.

“Ke airport, Sir!” he said it in Cantonese.

There is only one in his head, which is to go home. Back to his home, his homeland, he hated this country. Not with his country, more precisely with his memories.

“Stupid! I shouldn't have come to this country, I should have just slept at home! Basic guy brengs*k!” he was sitting in the back seat, fortunately he spoke Indonesian, so the driver did not understand what he was saying.

“But it's okay, this way I know his depraved behavior behind me!”

Mrs. Amara booked a ticket to go home right then and there, she did not care about the price of the ticket that doubled because she bought it impromptu. Fortunately there is a bench left even if only getting economic class is not a problem for Ny. Amara could have quickly left the country.

Time indicates at 23:30, another hour the plane will leave. Mrs. Amara hurried to check in flight.

Just before Mrs. Amara disappeared behind a crowd of people who also wanted to check in, her husband aka Malik Ibrahim (his Indonesian name) came with the woman who had been with him.

At 05:20 the plane that Mrs boarded. Amara landed safely, before that. Amara told her driver to pick her up.

Along the way, Mrs. Amara only fell silent with her pale face. Suddenly he asked his driver to pull over his car and rushed down from the car.

Seeing his mistress staggering on the side of the road in no direction, the driver followed him from behind.

“Mrs beware!” screech the driver and push her body. Amara to the side of the road.

Brak!

Tiinn!

The thumping of two dead objects that collided shocked all humans who were on the road that morning. The bustling sound followed by the whistling of the vehicle brakes, horns, and boisterous cries of people.

“Astaghfirullah!”

“Allahu Akbar!”

“Interests!”

Yellow box car slam the steering wheel so that it hit the tree trunk on the roadside. Black Avanza car from the opposite direction rolled in the middle of the road. Four to five cars and motorbikes also clashed behind each other, a continuous collision occurring in just a few seconds.

Residents rushed to help survivors, some calling police and ambulances.

The accident that took the life of the driver. Amara is none other than the husband of her servant, bi Nur. Although Ny. Amara who is pregnant must lose a baby who has not been born in this world which he named Ziya Qamara which means moonlight, without frills the name of the father.

“Enda, Enda, want it!” The toddler in Ny's lap. Amara wiggles Mrs' arm. Amara for wanting something and making Ny aware. Amara from her daydream.

“What do you want, dear?” ask Ny. Amara and reach for the items the toddler wants.

“Mistress, everything that happens is the will of God. I sincerely accept all of this, make peace with your past Madam. You deserve to live happily,” said bi Nur at length.

Mrs. Amara turned her gaze towards bi Nur making the woman feel uneasy, afraid if he mispronounced because only this time he dared to speak long even to give advice to his mistress.

“Ma-maaf Madam,” ogled bi Nur then lowered her face reluctantly staring at Ny's face. Amara.

“Why do you apologize Bi, it is precisely I who should thank Aunt for not hating me and Zain, even Auntie takes care of little Zain when I myself as her mother always shies away from her.”

“We have never hated Mrs or Mr. Zain, if not for the kindness of Madam, maybe our life is not as lucky as it is now,” Bi Nur said.

‘I know how hard the test you had at that time Madam, even your son is like a copy of the person who has hurt you,’ he continued in his heart.

“So what did you ask, Han?” ask Ny. Amara turned to look towards Hani.

“Eh, i-it's Madam, how many people live here?”

“How Sof?” ask Ny. Amara throws a question to Sofia.

“Perhaps 20 children if not with those who live outside because it is far from their campus,” continued Ny. Amara.

“5 Children who are still in SD, 4 children who are still in Junior High School, 4 children who are still in High School. And 3 toddlers, the number is 16 children who are underage. 6 adults who help me here, if their mornings are busy, if they are busy, 2 People teach Kindergarten nearby and 4 others are still active in college, while a dozen others are staying outside because they are far from where they study,” clearly Sofia made bi Nur and Hani nod their heads.

“I've been living in this house, Bi. You know the reason I do not want to linger in the mansion,” explained Mrs. Amara.

“Ny. Amara used to build houses around here, he saw this home that is less livable. Then Ms. Amara took over the ownership of the home and rebuilt this place, and gave the name Ziya’s House,” explained Sofia who saw the look on the face of bi Nur and Hani was still confused but reluctant to ask.

“If you want, you can look around this place,” bargain Ny. Amara. “Take them around Sof, I want to be with my grandchildren.”

Heard the words of Mrs. Amara the three of them walked away from Mrs. Amara was busy with the kids.

Sofia invites them to go back, through the hallway that looks so beautiful with various paintings and other artworks that adorn the walls. Maybe all of this is the work of children.

After passing through the hallway, they arrived outside the room. Bi Nur and Hani were astonished by the view in front of them, there was a 2-story luxury house with a spacious courtyard and also there was a playground there.

“It was Ny's home. Amara, and the place was a small orphanage that is now only made in the living room and to the right left of the hallway that we passed was used as a library and office” explained Sofia.

“After Ny. Amara officially lives in this house, we are all invited to live there, Mr. Zain designed in such a way, surrounding this place with high walls so that this house is not visible from the outside. The only access to here is the living room earlier.”

Bi Nur is increasingly amazed at the generosity of his mistress, he still remembers when Ny. Amara decides to leave the main mansion after the incident, where she finds her husband betrayed and also has to lose his daughter. At the same time there was news that the husband had a plane accident with his mistress when he was about to pursue Ny. Amara to Indonesia, but Ny. Amara did not want to ignore the mansion because of the relics of her late parents.

After they went around Mrs. Amara immediately invites them to visit the next place, although Sofia and the children persuade Ny. Amara for lunch together, but Ms. Amara subtly rejected it.

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