Second Wife Successor Mr. Zain

Chapter 4. Treaty

Zahwa froze as his feet entered Zain's study. The spacious room is glass-walled, magnificent and elegant. Complete with all the classy furniture.

The owner's oversized workbench and chair are near a glass wall that immediately shows the green trees out there. Next to it is a glass door that connects with the balcony on the floor. In the middle of the room, there is a long sofa complete with his desk.

Zahwa's eyes focused on staring at the ranks of the unique design cabinet with various kinds of books neatly arranged in it.

Zahwa's face sparkled, it was like he was in a dream. Zahwa loved books and anything related to lessons.

Zahwa is a smart girl, since elementary school she is used to reading various kinds of books that she borrowed from her friends in return for her. Because Zahwa has done the task or gave contekkan the results of his task to them.

That habit still Zahwa maintained until he sat in the High School. Actually, Zahwa knew that his actions were wrong. However, Zahwa needed money to buy snacks or other school needs, so he was forced to accept the job.

Since childhood, his mother always took the allowance from his father. Clothes or bags and others, Zahwa only get the rest of his brother.

“Hai! You are deaf!” exclaimed Zain who was sitting in his great chair with his right leg crossed over his left leg.

“Eh, ma-sorry, Mr.” Zahwa stammered in surprise at Zain's voice.

“I told you to come in and sit down! Not pecking at the door!” said Zain coldly.

“Sorry.” Zahwa lowered his head then walked towards the sofa and sat down in front of Barra.

Barra placed a map of black keeper documents on the table. The map above is imprinted with a gold ZM logo with a crown on top of the letter Z. The company name is ZM Corporation.

“Read and sign this agreement letter!” barra's orders.

Zahwa grabbed the map and opened it, Zahwa furrowed his brows reading the contents of the letter.

The first party is Zain Malik Ibrahim, everything said by the first party is always right. And as a second party, Ms. Zahwa Zahratunnisa must always obey all orders uttered by the first party.

The second party must keep the first party's good name if it is outside the house and not involved in a scandal with another man.

The first party will provide all the facilities and meet the needs of the second party during the marriage.

It is forbidden to bring family or friends into the main mansion environment.

5. The first party has the right to impose penalties if the second party violates the agreed rules.

6. The second party shall not interfere in any personal affairs of the first party.

The second party should not file for divorce as long as the first party does not approve of it.

“Sorry, Sir. I think this deal ti-”

“Has Miss forgotten the first point in the letter?” tanya Barra cut out Zahwa's words.

Zahwa glanced at Zain, the man was silent with a sharp look towards him.

“It is better that Miss immediately sign the letter!”

Zahwa grabbed the pen on the table, hesitating to put his signature on the seal paper in front of him.

“Remember! What can Mr Zain do to Miss's family if Miss refuses Mr Zain's orders!” barra's sweat made Zahwa even more agitated.

“Tu-lord. Can I continue my school?” ask Zahwa carefully.

Barra stared at his master, waiting for Zain's approval.

“Allowed,” said Barra after getting a nod from his master.

“Thank you, Mr.” Zahwa smiled with relief, at least he could still go to college and pursue his ideals.

“There will be a driver who will drop off and pick up Miss while going to campus.” Barra explained to Zahwa.

“Good, I received.” Zahwa signed the agreement.

‘At least I can still go to college and be free from my mom and sister Nindy.’

Barra tidied up the files and gave them to Zain.

Zain only glanced at the paper, and looked back at Zahwa.

“You can go.”

“Good, I'm sorry, Tu-an.” Zahwa said goodbye by emphasizing the word ‘tuan’ when saying it.

Barra walked towards the door followed by Zahwa behind her.

“Wait!” Zain restrains Zahwa when he is in the doorway, causing Zahwa to stop his steps and return to face Zain.

“Learn all the rules in this house! I don't want any mistakes in this house!”

“Good, Mr.”

Barra led Zahwa to the end of the stairs, Zahwa down one by one stairs until he reached the first floor.

Zahwa stepped into the kitchen, and saw that all the servants were done with their work.

“Mistress, you are waiting for the big lady in the family room,” said bi Nur when he saw his young mistress entering the kitchen.

“Can aunt take me to the family room?” asked Zahwa politely, he did not understand the layout of the space in this house.

Bi Nur delivered Zahwa to the family room, a luxurious room with a simple but elegant spatial arrangement and then bi Nur walked back to the kitchen.

Zahwa saw her mother-in-law sitting on the couch busy with her cell phone in her hand, next to her Clarisa did the same with her mother-in-law.

“Mrs call me?” asked Zahwa to walk closer to her in-laws, but she just stood by the sofa.

Mrs. Amara raised her head, her eyes squinting looking towards Zahwa. The middle-aged woman examined the appearance of Zahwa, a long cloth trouser with a long black t-shirt that had faded.

This morning, Mrs. Amara is not too focused on the clothes her new daughter-in-law wears.

“Sit!” his orders.

Zahwa stared at the sofa in front of him, hesitating to sit his body on the sofa that looked very expensive to him.

Mrs. Amara saw the doubt on Zahwa's face. “Sit! Don't be afraid.”

“Good, Mistress.”

“Call me mom, just as Zain and Clarisa call me.”

“Good, M-Mom.” Zahwa sat her body on the sofa face to face with her mother-in-law, she was nervous and groggy.

“Do you not have decent clothes?” ask Ny. Amara was a little bit irritated by the shabby clothes Zahwa was wearing.

Clarisa took a quick glance at Zahwa, then refocused on her phone. “Even the uniforms of the servants in this house are more decent than his clothes, his soft” that can still be heard by his mother-in-law.

Mrs. Amara turned her head towards Clarisa, she did not like anyone insulting her family. Zahwa is officially his son-in-law, no one should insult or demean him.

Clarisa felt that there were a pair of eyes looking at her sharply, and then she hurried up her head.

“I have some new clothes. You can wear it, Zahwa.” Clarisa avoids trouble because she realizes her mistake.

“No need! Zahwa, you come with mommy to the boutique right now!” Ny's orders. Amara without wanting to be denied.

Zahwa just kept his head down, he was not used to his new life.

“Bless your head, Zahwa! Never put your head down again. You are the mistress of this house! Bi Nur said this morning you made breakfast.”

“I-iya, Mom.”

“Lumayan is delicious, but remember! That's not your place, Zahwa!” said Mrs. Amara with a dislike tone.

“Sorry, Mom.”

“Let's go to the boutique, change your clothes with a more decent one!”

“Mo-Mom ...” great-grandson of Zahwa.

“What? Don't tell me you don't have more decent clothes than this?”

Mrs. Amara shook her head, she did not expect that the daughter of her social friend did not have proper clothes to wear.

“When was the last time you bought a shirt?”

Zahwa was silent, confused to answer her mother-in-law's question. It is unlikely that he said that the last time his father bought him new clothes was on his 10th birthday.

“Ck. Come with me!” Mrs. Amara got up from her seat and stepped towards her room on the first floor followed by Zahwa behind her.

Ny's Room. Amara is on the first floor because of her wishes, Miss. Amara was in that house every weekend.

Mrs. Amara gives a new teenage dress to Zahwa. There are some teen dresses that Mrs. Amara kept it inside the walk in cosed inside her luxurious room.

“Wear! I'll give you new clothes, and throw away all those shabby clothes of yours!”

“But, Mom-”

“What else?” ask Ny. Amara raised her voice.

“I can't wear clothes that are too short, Mom.” Zahwa examined the dres with a pastel-colored model of sabrina in her hand, looking beautiful and elegant.

Mrs. Amara chose a new dress for Zahwa, this time giving her a long black sleeveless dress with a white knit cardigan.

After changing her clothes, Mommy. Amara and Zahwa go to a famous boutique owned by Ny's acquaintances. Amara was delivered by Mrs' personal driver. Amara.

Mrs. Amara bought a lot of clothes for her new daughter-in-law, all fancy and classy clothes. Almost all of the clothes were long dres or pants and long sleeves, according to Zahwa's request, no matter what the reason behind it was.

Mrs. Amara also bought some short clothes with the style of today's teenagers. Actually Zahwa wanted to reject it, but he paled when he saw the face of his mother-in-law was very happy when buying teen clothes for him.