Second Wife Successor Mr. Zain

Chapter 5. Lunch for Zain

A week Zahwa has been running his life as a wife, every day there are things that Zain does to make him feel upset.

Clarisa is rarely seen at home because she is busy with her career. Since the taste of Zahwa cuisine, every day Zain always asked Zahwa to cook specifically for him.

“Nona, I have already enrolled you in the best university in the city,” Barra said after finishing their breakfast.

“Art faculty, right?” ask Zahwa slowly.

“Young master told me to enroll you in the faculty of economics and business.”

Zahwa's face was shocked. “But I-”

“Poin number one! Miss didn't forget, did she?” tanya Barra stared fixedly at Zahwa's face.

Zahwa stared at her husband and displayed his face. “Tuan ..”.

“Accept or no lecture!” zain said then got up from his seat followed by Barra the assistant.

Zahwa lowered his head, he was happy and hoped to achieve his goal of becoming a fashion designer. But she must bury her desire because it is bound by the covenant made by her husband.

Zahwa got up from his seat and turned his body around but something hard hit his head. Zahwa looked up, how surprised he was when he saw Barra's cold face staring at him sharply.

“Sorry,” great-grandson Zahwa.

“Young master asked Miss to deliver lunch to the office. At 12:00 must have arrived at the office, must not be late!”

“Mau men-”

Zahwa pursed her lips, not yet finished she asked, Barra speechlessly turned to leave her.

“No master, not his assistant is equally like a refrigerator,” grumbled Zahwa.

“What refrigerator, Mistress?” ask bi Nur who wants to clean the dining table with other waiters.

“Eh, Aunty just surprised me.”

“Sorry, Mistress.” Bi Nur felt guilty.

“It's okay Bi, don't apologize. Sorry Bi, I can't help with the table.”

“Nothing Madam, this is already our work.”

“Yes already, I want to go to the room first.” Zahwa then stepped into his room.

A few days ago, despite being banned by bi Nur, Zahwa was determined to help the servants clean the house because he was bored there was no activity in the house that big. However, Zain learned of this and punished Zahwa, and all the servants were punished by Zain.

Zahwa sat down at his study table, scribbling paper on the table, occasionally fiddling with the laptop in front of him.

As he said, Zain provided all the facilities Zahwa needed. Starting from mobile phones, laptops, and other equipment. Even Zahwa got a black card from her husband, but Zahwa has not even used the card.

Since childhood Zahwa aspired to become a fashion designer, because he never had good clothes. He often makes clothing designs even though they are not good, Zahwa wants to one day be able to develop the design and hopes to make it even if only one for him to wear himself.

With no time at 10:30, Zahwa remembered cooking lunch for her husband. He rushed out of his room and almost hit Clarisa at the end of the stairs.

“Be careful Za! Don't run around, this isn't a place to play!” admonish Clarisa with a bent face.

Looks like Clarisa just got home from work, her face looks cute and tired.

“Sorry, Ma'am.”

Clarisa left Zahwa without responding to Zahwa's apology.

Zahwa shrugged his shoulders, then continued his steps towards the kitchen.

“Bi, any cooking ingredients?” ask Zahwa.

“What does he want to eat? Let me prepare for Madam.” One of the servants offered help to Zahwa.

“No need bi, I want to cook for lunch menu young master.”

The waiter nodded and helped Zahwa prepare whatever ingredients were available for cooking.

Zahwa deftly concocted the ingredients and started cooking them. Zahwa only has 30 minutes, he decided to make a simple menu. Broccoli cah mushroom oyster sauce and chicken rica-rica.

Half an hour later without changing his clothes, Zahwa rushed to Zain's office to deliver lunch to the driver who was in charge of taking him wherever he went.

The trip to Zain company from the main mansion takes approximately 45 minutes.

Zahwa's car stopped right in front of the lobby door, Zahwa got out of the car and walked towards the lobby with a bushel filled with food. But Zahwa was detained by the receptionist because he had not yet made an appointment with the company owner.

For 10 minutes, Zahwa argued with the receptionist.

Very inversely related to Mrs. Clarisa whom they know as their superior wife. All ZM Corp employees know that the owner of their company works, has just married his second wife, but it is unlikely that his wife is a little girl standing in front of the reception desk.

“There's no point in me lying, Ma'am.”

“But many come claiming to be the wife or lover of Mr. Zain.”

Zahwa widened his eyes hearing the statement from the receptionist in front of him. How rich and popular the figure of her husband is so that many women are made crazy by him.

Zahwa felt like she had given up on not being able to convince the receptionist, but she also did not want to blame them. They just do their job to be alert and careful of every guest who visits.

Zahwa grabbed her phone looking for her husband's contact, but she remembered not having her husband's contact number.

“How is this? If it's too late, Mr. Zain will definitely be angry with me,” Zahwa grumbled.

“Oh yes! I have his assistant number, why didn't I call him? Stupid you Za.”

Zahwa called Barra's number, not waiting for long Zahwa's call was connected.

“I'm already in the lobby and not allowed in.”

‘Tell me if Miss is the wife of young master.’

“Already! They don't believe me, I don't want to know how quickly you tell people to pick me up!”

Zahwa immediately turned off the call, he did not care if it was considered disrespectful, Zahwa was still upset because he was held in the lobby for too long.

Not long after one of the receptionist officers approached Zahwa and apologized, then drove Zahwa to Zain's room.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

Zahwa stood at the door of Zain's room alone, the officer was ready to return to work.

“Log in!” shouting someone behind the door, Zahwa was sure that it was Barra's voice.

Zahwa's hand turned the door knob and opened it slowly, very slowly. For some reason his heart suddenly beat so fast, as if it was about to jump out of place, Zahwa was nervous.

When the door opened perfectly, Zahwa found all pairs of eyes staring at him. There was Zain, her husband who was sitting in his great chair, on the sofa was Barra and also two men who looked young.

“Why is Miss late?” ask Barra.

Zahwa remained silent, still standing at the door.

“Please enter Miss,” said Barra then he switched towards the two people next to him. “You can rest, we continue later this discussion.”

After the two men came out, Barra came out of the room leaving Zahwa alone with her husband.

“Why is it late?” asked Zain coldly.

Zahwa did not dare to answer, it was still he who would be blamed. Even though he was only 5 minutes late, it was because he was detained by his employees in the lobby.

“I ask you, Zahra!”

Zain got up from his chair and walked towards the sofa. He sat down on the sofa and told Zahwa to stand by the door to sit next to him. Zahwa, according to him, did not want to make trouble especially in the place of her husband's power.

“Open!”

Zahwa put the bushel on the table and arranged the food for her husband.

“My cow!” zain's orders make Zahwa roll his eyeballs.

Without a voice Zahwa obeyed her husband's orders. She began to feed her husband who was sitting right next to her. Zahwa's heart was beating faster, Zahwa interpreted it because she was afraid of her husband's anger.

“Most! My mouth is not as wide as a cave!” said Zain.

Zahwa also reduced his rice spoons.

“Too few! I'm not a kid!”

Zahwa looked at her husband's face, admitting the handsome face of the man in front of her. But unfortunately, his cold and cruel attitude makes Zahwa reluctant to make trouble with him.

Despite her annoyance, Zahwa continued to feed her husband patiently. Until some of Zain's mouthfuls ended his meal.

“I'm full. You spend the rest!” zain's orders and Zahwa's death passed.

“Ta-”

“Do not argue!”

Zahwa looked at the food in front of him, there was still a lot left, how could he spend the food, so long as the portion of the meal was a little stir. She had been cooking a lot of food, Zahwa thought Barra would also eat her food. But it turns out he was wrong, he himself had to finish his cooking.