Second Wife Successor Mr. Zain

Chapter 6. Reality Painful

Zahra walked out of Zain's study, and for a month as the young master's wife, Zahwa was used to her husband's coldness. Every weekday, Zahwa had to deliver lunch to Zain, but not once did her husband praise her cooking.

“Hai spoiled girl, you it must comply!” zahwa's grunts imitated her husband's voice.

“Hai boy! You should pay attention to your appearance, if it wasn't for your brother, how could I have married a little girl like you!” Zahwa again imitated her husband's tone.

Along his feet, Zahwa repeated Zain's words that he heard almost daily.

Zahwa entered a special elevator towards the ground floor. In the lobby many pairs of eyes were looking towards him, there were some who looked down in respect of him, there were also those who talked about him behind.

“What are the views from him? Straight skinny body, still beautiful Ms. Clarisa,” says employee in blue.

“Ny. Zahra is no less beautiful, she is sweet, still young is also friendly,” her martial theme in white.

“But more sexy Ny. Clarisa, by default model,” replied the woman in blue clothes did not want to lose.

“Iya is a model, but her songongs are for mercy. Never say hello or smile, look at us never,” interrupted the other woman in red.

“Thankful Ny. Zahra, I would if I were him,” said the woman in white with sparkling eyes.

“What do you guys want fired!” the exclamation of someone made the three women surprised.

“You're on salary for work, not for gossip!” reproofing.

“Sorry, Sir,” said they were together.

“Quick back to work!”

“Good, Sir.”

The three female employees left with pale faces, they blamed each other.

Zahwa asked the driver to drive her to her parents' house, and must have asked permission from her husband.

Zahwa's car enters the yard of his parents' house, Zahwa gets out of the car and into the house that looks lonely.

Zahwa stepped into the kitchen, precisely in the direction of the small room that used to be his room.

But his steps came to a halt as his eyes caught the figure of a foreign woman who had just walked out of his room.

“Mbak who?” ask Zahwa.

The woman turned her head and stared intently at Zahwa. “Whose are you? Moving yes?”

“Not. What are you doing at my house?” ask Zahwa to investigate.

“Your house? Don't lie! Mrs. Tasya says she has only one daughter, Miss Nindy, and she just returned from abroad yesterday,” said the woman surprised Zahwa.

“Mbak working in this house since when?” zahwa asked trying to stay calm.

“New one week.”

‘One week? Means she has never met papa, because papa returned abroad after my wedding,’ Inner Zahwa.

“What mbak occupies that room?” zahwa asked doubtfully as she pointed towards her room.

“Ya.”

“What are my things still inside?”

The woman knitted her brows in confusion. “What stuff is it, Ma'am? When I came the room was empty.”

Zahwa was surprised, then where were all the books? All the designs he has made. During High School, Zahwa participated in extra-curricular fashion and some of his work was included in the competition. Zahwa thought about asking his mother.

“Mama is where, Ma'am?” asked Zahwa with teary eyes.

The woman did not answer, and a woman's voice came from the front.

“You are looking for me?” tanya Tasya walked into the kitchen followed by Nindy behind her.

Zahwa looked at the face of the middle-aged woman in front of him, the woman he had longed for affection from. “When are all my belongings?”

“That rubbish thing? I threw everything away!” exclamation Tasya.

“Don't ever call me mama again! I'm not your mama!” shouts Tasya.

Zahwa's body stiffened, his breathing felt choked and his heart seemed to stop beating. The tears that he had been holding back had managed to escape swiftly.

“What do you mean, Mama?” zahwa asked with a trembling voice, her tongue was twisted.

“I told you I'm not your mama!”

“Ma-mama is lying, right?” zahwa asked, growing sobbing.

“I wouldn't have a child like you! Basic daughter j*lang!” snapped Tasya.

“Mama!” shout Zahwa.

Plaque!

Zahwa held her cheek that was hot because she got a slap from the woman she had always considered her mother.

“How dare you yell at me! It's a good thing I've been holding you all this time!” tasya's snapping was burning with emotion.

“Ma, tell me mama lied, right?” rengek Zahwa hopes all this is a charade.

“Ck! It has been said that you are an illegitimate child, a child who never wanted his presence,” said Nindya cynically. Zahwa is in shock.

“Go from here! go back to your husband's mansion! Never set foot in this house again!” expel Tasya.

“Ma ..” Only that can come out of Zahwa's mouth.

Tasya stood haughty with ruffled waist. “I've planned your wedding with that rich man.”

Zahwa widened her eyes, not expecting her mother to have planned all this for her.

“I'm very grateful to Mrs. A whining Amara asks to marry off her son in order to have a grandchild soon.” Tasya looked cynically at Zahwa. “Because of him, I can kick you out of this house and get rewarded with a fair amount of money. Despite being rich and handsome, I would not give my beautiful daughter to a man like her, a cold, cruel man, like to play women! Especially just being a second wife,” he continued.

Zahwa's body slumped to the floor, her body shaking violently as it held back the crying from exploding right then and there. As much as Zahwa's energy withstood the pain and tightness that filled his chest.

“Basic killer!” tasya said and left Zahwa.

Nindya walked closer to Zahwa and bowed her body parallel to her sister.

“Receive your new life as queen in that luxurious mansion, Lady Zain Malik!” he said it right in Zahwa's ear.

Nindya stood up and walked after her mother leaving Zahwa who was increasingly sobbing bitterly.

“And you!” Nindya pointed at the woman standing in front of the door of Zahwa's room.

“Close your mouth if you want your life to be quiet! Assume you have never seen this incident!” sweat Nindya before completely leaving the kitchen.

The woman was silent, confused what to do. He just worked in that house and did not really understand the state of the house where he worked. He wants to help Zahwa but on the other hand he is also afraid that he will create new problems in his life.

Ten minutes Zahwa was sitting on the floor, his face looking messy, many questions popping into his head. Who's her mother about? Why did his mother call him a murderer? What else does he not know? What was the cause of the abusive attitude of her mother and sister all this time because of this?

Zahwa wiped his tears, he stood up and shaken his feet out of the house that had been his shelter.

Zahwa got into his car and asked the driver to drive him to a place.

Throughout the trip Zahwa was only silent, the driver did not dare to ask the mistress.

All day Zahwa was sitting on a park bench by the lake, for a long time he had not come to that place. When he was a child, his father often invited Zahwa and Nindya to play in the park. But after he was 10 years old, his father often went abroad and rarely communicated with him.

Until the night Zahwa remained in place with a straight blank look staring towards the lake.

“Mistress, we'd better get home soon,” take Zahwa's personal driver.

Zahwa strayed from his daydreams and looked up at the face of the faithful young man standing beside the bench he was sitting on. The young man named Ali who served as his driver and was secretly assigned to supervise Zahwa.

Zahwa circulated his gaze around him, quiet. Without saying, he stood up and stepped towards his car followed by his driver.

The journey to the main mansion takes about an hour. Zahwa got out of the car and rushed into the mansion without looking around, Zahwa immediately stepped foot into his room.

“Hai boy! Wherever you are at 21.00 just came home!” zain exclaimed but ignored by Zahwa.