Second Wife Successor Mr. Zain

Chapter 41. Ny Plan. Amaras

“Basic brat! Play the posse, no shame what did your father-in-law see?” furious Mrs. Amara.

Zain who saw his mother did not get angry and looked back at his wife to tease Zahra again.

“Swipe there! Eat first, you haven't eaten yet, have you?” ask Ny. Amara was a little annoyed because she often caught her son stealing a kiss from his daughter-in-law even ignoring the conditions around her.

Zain was forced to change positions and eat food that had been ordered by his mother before.  After getting the threat from his mother.

“I miss Mommy,” said Zahra immediately hugged the body of her mother-in-law who sat next to Zahra in place of Zain.

“Mommy is also kangen, Darling.” Mrs. Amara returned her daughter-in-law's embrace. “Zain doesn't fuck with you, does it?” he continued, glancing towards the son.

Zain was upset that his mother again accused him of doing nothing. But he ignored him because he was focusing on his food, Zain's principle is always the same, forbidden to speak when eating.

“Mommy already ate?” zahra asked after letting go of their embrace.

“Already in the room Dr. Agam.”

“Mommy what's the matter with Dr. Agam?” zain asked suspiciously and forgot the rules he made himself.

“Your head!” answered Ms. Amara deliberately wanted to make her son feel annoyed with her.

“Ck! Watch out don't fuck around! He's Barra's father.”

“Who said he was your father. You think mommy is a woman huh?” upset Mrs. Amara.

Looking at his sulking mother, Zain finished his new meal some bribes he put in his mouth.

“Sorry, Mom.”

“Already, he's just the past for mommy.”

Zain felt guilty for making his mother sad. He understood a little that Dr. Agam and his mother used to be lovers, but that was a long time ago. They separated because his mother had been betrothed to the son of his grandfather's business partner, his father.

“How is mother Sofia?” tanya Zain switched the conversation.

“Healthy, your sisters are also healthy.”

“Adics?” zo Zahra was confused, which she knew Zain's only sister had died before she was born.

“Zain's sisters at home mommy, Darling.”

Zahra furrowed her brows even more, she did not understand what her mother-in-law had said.

“Administration, Zahra. Mommy's second home, Ziya’s house. Mommy does not like if anyone calls it an orphanage, even though it is an orphanage,” explained Zain at length to make Ny. Amara looked up for the whole time.

‘Entah what poison did my son-in-law give to the cold man so that his mouth can say more than 5 words in one talk,’ Inner Ny. Amara, her eyes did not escape from her cold son's face which slowly began to melt.

“Where is Ziya’s house? I want to visit there,” said Zahra with sparkling eyes.

“Later if you have recovered we go there together yes, you must promise to get well soon, dear.” Mrs. Amara rubbed her daughter-in-law's right cheek in love.

“Iya Mom.”

“Why mommy came to papa Zahra's house?” zain asked making all pairs of eyes turn towards him.

Mr. Aaron looks surprised, his face looks like he wants to say something but is not happy because he feels reluctant.

“Emh, the. Mommy has a little business with Tasya,” replied Ny. Amara doubtful.

Zain stared fixedly at his mother as if intimidating her mother to tell him the truth.

“Emh, mommy just stopped by Zain,” elak Ny. Amara felt threatened.

Mrs. Amara went into the house of Mr. Harun with bi Nur and Hani who followed behind him.

“Please sit Ny. Amara, sorry the house is a little messy,” Tasya said then sat her body in front of Ny. Amara.

Mrs. Amara swept her gaze across the corner of the room, the house looking a little messy like it had never been cleaned.

While bi Nur and Hani did not dare to sit down and chose to remain standing next to the sofa, of course there was a hidden intention from him.

“Tumben Madam stopped by my house, what's up?” tanya Tasya with a face made as gracious as possible.

“Just want to stop by.”

Next they tell each other and discuss some things, not long before Anindya was seen coming down the stairs with a neat appearance.

“Good afternoon Ny. Amara,” greeted Anindya with a smile that she made as sweet as possible.

“Hmm,” judges Ny. Amara.

Without asking Anindya to join them.

“Oh yes, there is need what Madam come to our house? Has Madam changed her mind to replace Zahwa with me?” anindya asked confidently.

“On what basis are you so sure that I came for it?”

“Yes, I know the Madam so wants a grandchild. And I'm sure the crazy girl can't give it to you, I'm willing to replace her.”

“Who do you call crazy?” ask Ny. Amara with a cold voice sign that she is angry. Mrs. Amara doesn't like it when someone insults her family.

Mrs. Amara clenched her hands that were on her lap. As much as possible he held back his emotions so as not to ruin his plan.

“Why do you now want to be my son's wife? Where did you go the night of Zain's wedding?”

“Sorry Madam, I used to be very happy and really, now I am sorry, Madam. Forgive me,’ said Anindya.

“Tell me honestly!” firmly Mrs. Amara.

“Yes for pitying Zain if he has a crazy wife like Zahwa, minglingan just like me Madam. Its obvious origin is not like him whose mother is a j*lang.”

“Really?” ask Ny. Amara pretended not to know.

“Iya Madam, if you do not believe, just ask the same mama. I'm right, Ma?” anindya asked enthusiastically, thinking that Ms. Amara began to consume his incitement.

“True what my daughter Nindy said, Mistress.” Tasya made her voice.

“I heard your daughter was born prematurely in the Prosperous hospital in your hometown, right?”

“ Yes Madam, I did choose to give birth to Anindya in the hospital near my parents' house, because I think there are my parents who helped me at the time of giving birth Anindya.”

“Oh yes, have you ever heard the saying that says ‘no maling who claimed’ or maling yells maling?” ask Ny. Amara to Tasya in a mocking tone.

“What do you mean, Mistress?” tanya Tasya riled up because he began to be disturbed by questions from Ny. Amara.

“Who were you calling j*lang Nindy? Is his mother Zahra?” Mrs. Amara turned to look towards Anindya.

“True Mistress.”

“Ck! Stupidhead! Where there is a j*lang will admit that it is he who is more worthy to be referred to as a j*lang.”

Deg.

Tasya's body instantly froze in place, his face starting to look pale. While Anindya is still digesting the speech that came out of her mouth. Amara.

“Are you going to forever cover up your ugliness by bestowing it on others? And are you sure that your daughter is Aaron's biological child, Tasya?”

“What do you mean, Mistress?” asked Anindya in a loud voice.

“Just ask your holy-spirited mother.”

Mrs. Amara got up from her seat and was about to leave the house, but was hindered by Anindya who was chasing her.

“Do not hinder me! I have no business in this house.”

 “What do you mean by doubting that I am not the biological child of Papa Aaron?”

“Ask the j*lang,” said Ny. Amara pointed towards Tasya.

Anindya raised her hand to hit Ny. Amara, but his movement lost quickly with the hand of bi Nur blocking.

“Let go of that dirty hand of yours, you stupid maid!”

Plaque!

Mrs. Amara raised her hand right on Anindya's right cheek, leaving a reddish mark on the arrogant girl's cheek.

“How dare you insult bi Nur!”

Anindya who does not accept getting a slap from Ny. Amara replied by pulling her hair. Amara.

Tasya who saw it immediately pulled her daughter away but stopped when she heard the words coming out of her mouth. Amara.

“Why do you not accept my words, your mother is indeed a j*lang who trapped her boss to cover up her disgrace who was pregnant out of wedlock and became an actor in other people's relationships, even your mother should be called a murderer. Because he's the one who killed Zahra's mother!”

Tasya felt his legs limp as his bones disappeared from place, he slumped to the floor with a slightly shaking body.

“Do not lie to you!”

“I'm not your mother! There is no point in lying to you. Even you were born normal, not in a premature state.”

Mrs. Amara and Anindya still pull each other's hair, bi Nur overwhelmed separate them, even Hani helped to separate. Until the sound of someone stopping the commotion.

“What do you do basic j*lang!”  zain shouted with hardened jaws and a flushed face that was still standing in the doorway.

“Then what Mommy did in Dr. Agam?” barra asked after the recording on Ms.'s phone. Amara finished playing.

Mrs. Amara deliberately invites Hani so that someone asked her to secretly video the action, if only with bi Nur, she can not use a model phone now.

“To have him do a DNA test, mommy get Anindya hair,” said Ny. Ara with pride. “You'll be in Dr's room immediately. Agam, Aaron!”

“Good Mistress.”

“And pretend you don't know what happened in your house until everything is proven!”

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