Second Wife Successor Mr. Zain

Chapter 50. Visit Plan

The next morning, Zain woke up with happiness clearly etched on his face. He slept through the night hugging his wife's body without fear of being discovered, although Zahra often moved restlessly in his sleep. Perhaps Zahra felt uncomfortable and was not yet made available by it, because the nights before she was unconscious while sleeping in her husband's arms.

The first thing Zain saw was his wife's beautiful face, black eyebrows curled over eyelids that were closed with dense black eyelashes, typical pointed nose of Arab descent with a pink tiny lips even without lipstick. Although without makeup polish, but Zahra's face looks so beautiful and almost perfect.

Zain learned from his father-in-law's story that Zahra's mother's family was descended from native Arabs. While from the family of the lord Aaron himself there are still Arab descendants, but not so visible because the lord Aaron did not inherit the gene. This makes Zahra never ask about his face-numbness, because Zahra thought that he might inherit the gene from his father's great-grandmother.

Zain stroked his wife's wavy black hair which had now grown longer since their wedding day. Her fingers obscure every inch of beauty that emanates from Zahra's beautiful face, admiring God's creatures that are able to fascinate her.

“Eungghh,” Zahra wriggled feeling her sleep was disturbed, but a second later she fell asleep again.

“Sleep, sorry because last night your sleep must not be good,” said Zain slowly and then he kissed his wife's forehead before getting out of bed.

20 Minutes later Zain came out of the walk in closet already tidy with his work clothes, he saw his wife was still comfortable with her sleep.

Zain walked slowly to the glass window to close the curtains he had opened, then he stepped out of the room and closed the door very slowly, hoping not to disturb his wife's sleep.

At the dining table Zain sat in the main seat. Like the previous formation, ma'am. Amara sat on the right and Barra sat on the left. All the servants returned to their original places, lined up near the wall while waiting for their master to finish his meal.

Indeed a few days ago they enjoyed eating together at that luxurious table, but today their young master had already returned home. They felt disinclined and self-conscious that they should not hope and dream of being able to eat one table with the young master. Mrs. Amara did not take the dizziness, because she did not eat alone, Mrs. Amara also did not want to make a fuss with her son in the morning.

“Help mommy where, Zain?” ask Ny. Amara for not seeing the presence of her favorite daughter-in-law.

“My wife, Mom.”

“Ck! Your wife is mommy's daughter-in-law, Zain! What difference?” upset Mrs. Amara faces her son who is too possessive of Zahra.

“Beda!” zain replied that he did not want to give up.

“As of you!” ketus. Amara did not want to serve her stubborn son and chose to remain silent.

They began to enjoy the menu that had been served at the dining table, of course after waiting for Zain to start eating first.

“Bi Nur, later deliver food to my room and no one wakes my wife!” zain's orders after finishing his breakfast.

Mrs. Amara widened her eyes in disbelief that if her daughter-in-law had not woken up, Zahra would usually wake up before sunrise. “Zahra pain?”

“No, may be fatigue only.” Answer Zain.

“What are you mommy's daughter-in-law, Zain? You didn't do anything, to him, did you?” accuse Mrs. Amara made the two men nearby widen their eyes in surprise.

“What does mommy mean?” ask Zain who does not understand the meaning of his mother's words that are accused for him.

“Your night it-” Ny. Amara hung up her words.

“Do not think strangely, Mom!” sergeant Zain knows the direction of his mother's conversation.

“Mommy does not prohibit if you do, even if all day you lock Zahra in the room!”

““Uhuk! Uhuk!” Barra patted her chest, her eyes watering from hearing Mrs. Amara managed to make him choke on food that he had not had time to swallow and cough.

“I'm off to the office! Come, Barra!” Zain ignored his mother's words, then stood up to leave the dining table.

Hearing his young master's orders, Barra grabbed the glass in front of him that contained white water and grugged it greedily.

“I'm sorry, Madam.” Barra said goodbye before catching up with his young master.

“Do it every day, Zain! Mommy can't wait to play with mommy's grandson!” exclaims Ny. Amara was either heard by her son or not.

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Inside Zain's office in his company, 3 men were seriously discussing something. They were Zain sitting in his great chair, while in front of him were Barra and also Aaron's master.

“What do you get, Barra?” ask Zain without further ado.

“The results of Mr. Aaron's previous DNA test were indeed faked, sir. And the doctor in question has not worked at the hospital for a long time, reportedly the doctor has opened a private clinic not far from where he lives,” explained Barra directly to the point.

“Do you know the information about the doctor?” sir Aaron asked Barra in a slightly quivering voice as it held back his emotions.

“Anindya Novyan Wirata, commonly known as dr. Hero.”

Mr. Aaron furrowed his brows, seemingly remembering something that had long been stored in his memory. “It looks like I've heard that name.”

“dr. Wira, the doctor who handled the delivery. Tasya in the hospital,” explained Barra.

“Oh I remember!” exciting Mr. Aaron. “dr. Wira often checks little Anindya when she is at her parents house Tasya.”

“What might have something to do with Mrs. Tasya with the doctor?” barra murmured softly but still heard by Zain and Lord Aaron.

“What do you mean, Mr?” ask Mr. Aaron confused.

“Eh-emh that .. I don't mean to guess,” said Barra felt bad.

 “You know what you have to do, Barra!” zain's orders, not just his assistant's thoughts lead to it. He also felt that there was something strange about the problems his father-in-law was facing.

“Good, Mr.”

“I ask you not to do anything first before everything becomes clearer!” pinta Zain to his father-in-law.

“Good, Mr.” Mr. Aaron still called his son-in-law with the call of master because he still felt reluctant to just call his name or son-in-law.

“Next week Zahra wants to visit his ummanya grave, I ask that you also come with us.”

“Good Sir, I'll come with you. Its location is in the area of Semarang, central Java.”

‘I will also be in touch with the Zahira family, as well as see my son Zahran in person, Sir. I will prepare to meet face to face with the Zahira family,’ continued Mr. Aaron inwardly.

During this time Mr. Aaron can not be separated from the responsibility to support his son, he always sends money to his son through the intermediary of his brother-in-law who has taken care of Zahran and became his successor. Mr. Aaron also always get photos and news of putranha from his brother-in-law, Mr. Aaron also often pilgrimage to the tomb of his wife, but never once stopped by his father-in-law's house.