Second Wife Successor Mr. Zain

Chapter 61. Grandpa's Gift Name

“Can I remove this mask?” tanya Zain who felt stuffy had to wear a mask with Hong Kong weather is quite hot, today the temperature in the country reached 39° C, the hottest record for the past few years.

“Please Mr, but please later when you are outdoors or even in public places you have to wear it back, please,” said the man who is fluent in Indonesian and remains focused on the black Toyota Alphard 3.5 Q A/T car he is driving.

“Why?” asked Zahra to know.

“Because that's the rule, Mrs. Although the pandemic has begun to decline, the government still implements regulations to wear masks in public places and limit the number of people crowding, and there will be fines for anyone who violates it,” replied the man.

“Oh,” replied Zahra softly, she was sitting next to her husband in the middle seat, while Barra was sitting in the back seat with Hani.

Moments there was only silence in the car, Zain glanced at his wife who was busy with his new cell phone

“What do you see, Honey? Why are you so focused on that phone and ignoring your husband?”

“Emh, I'm posting something on my Instagram account,”

Zain glanced at his wife's phone screen, he found his portrait sleeping with the caption ‘My Dear Guardian, Zain Malik 🤗’

“You stole my picture?” asked Zain with a sharp look.

“Sorry, I do not have your photo and did not find a single one of your photos on social media,” replied Zahra softly, she knows that her husband is anti-camera. His face was never once exposed in any media.

“Never upload it on the internet, I don't like it!”

“Why? Are you not famous? But it is very difficult to get a photo of yourself,” said Zahra staring at her husband.

“There will be a heart of hurt pliers if you see my handsome face scattered everywhere,” Zain said and blinked one eye.

“Hah! Pede once, indeed whose heart will be hurt just by looking at your face?”

“You!” zain replied quickly, making Zahra link her brows in confusion.

“I know my face is handsome, so it's normal to look at me, Honey.” Zain teased his wife who felt he had begun to dare to ask her a lot.

“Ih, where are you handsome!” Zahra turned her face away from her husband's sight.

“Let you alone enjoy my good looks, Honey. Later if my photo is widely spread surely your heart will be hurt.”

“Ih, pede once you,” elak Zahra.

“Life must be confident, delete the post before you regret it later because there will be many women who will save the photo and display it on the wall of their room.”

‘You just want to keep the squeeze Ny. Amara sir, you do not want to see him sad if you see your photos scattered everywhere,’ Inner Barra who had listened to the conversation of the two people.

An irritated Zahra immediately deleted the post, but stopped when her eyes caught a comment that teased her.

“Honey, someone said your name and face do not match. He said his name is Arab, his face is Korean,”, Zahra said after reading one of the comments on her phone screen.

“Ignore it, not important.” Zain took the phone in his wife's hand and removed the post and put it in his pocket.

“Ih, why was the phone taken?” pissed Zahra.

“I don't like being ignored, Zahra! Go to sleep, don't you feel jet lag after a long trip? Look at Hani, he's so soundly sleeping on Barra's shoulder,” Zain said hoping that his wife would sleep leaning on his shoulder.

“I'm not sleepy, Honey.”

“Ck!” Zain was upset that his wife was insensitive to his will.

“Not that Hani is so sweet, Barra?  You don't plan to marry her?” asked Zahra innocently.

Barra glanced towards the front rearview and found the cold face of her master was staring intently at her through the reflection of the rearview mirror in front.

‘Stupid! What are you talking about, Barra!’ batin Barra blamed his own carelessness.

Zahra who felt the atmosphere becoming hotter tried to distract her husband.

“Sayang .. What does your name mean?” zahra asked but was ignored by her husband.

“Honey!” zahra exclaimed trying to cut off her husband's sharp gaze to her assistant.

“Hmm.”

“Arti of your name what? I want to know,” said Zahra as she shook her husband's arm.

“Ck!” Zain clucked in annoyance at the words of his assistant who accidentally satirized him.

“Zain Malik Ibrahim, grandfather used to give the name with many prayers and hopes for the life of his grandson which he pinned in the name. Grandfather had hopes that his grandson would grow up to be a good and wise ruler, a ruler who would inherit all the businesses he had laboriously pioneered from the beginning.” Zain paused his speech and leaned his body on the back of the chair.

“Listen!”

Zahra leaned her body towards her husband, while Barra also put her ears to hear the diamond sound of her young master. A golden opportunity could listen to the story directly from the cold young master's mouth.

‘Thank you miss, you already saved me,’ Inner Barra felt a little more relieved, at least for a while her master would not help her over the speech that came out of her mouth.

“Grandfather's given name does not refer to the direction of the diaraban name, but grandfather gave the Islamic name to his descendants. Like the name mommy, Amara .. grandfather hopes his only daughter has eternal beauty in her heart that will never fade during her life.”

“The name of daddy is also the grandfather who gave him, Malik Ibrahim .. when he was young, daddy already lived in Indonesia and studied business with grandfather, he said, grandfather gave him the name Malik hoping that daddy could become the ruler in his parents' business empire in China. As for the name Ibrahim, grandfather gave his name to daddy because he already considered daddy as his own son. Until one day, grandfather who has long been friends with daddy dad match mommy and daddy in hopes of uniting the brotherhood between them and can develop his second business.”

“And remember this, Honey! Not necessarily Arabs have Islamic names, and on the contrary not necessarily westerners, Chinese, Koreans, and others do not give Islamic names to their descendants. Just by giving a good name, they expect a lot of kindness and blessings to the child through the name attached to the child who will continue to carry it throughout his life.” Zain closed his eyes, flashed a shadow of his togetherness with his grandfather when he was a child.

“You see two people in front?” zain asked still with his eyes closed.

“Hmm.”

“Do you think there are between the two people who are Muslim?” ask Zain to his wife.

Zahra looked at the two men sitting in front of her through the reflection of the rearview mirror in front. The man behind the wheel with the face of China and the man beside him with the face to his mid-east.

“Emh, maybe he's a Muslim,” replied Zahra pointing towards the middle east-faced man.

“Convinced by your answer, Honey?” zain's question made Zahra slightly doubtful of her choice.

“Try you ask him, he can speak english.”

“Are you a Muslim? Mr. ..,”

“Alex, Mrs. Zahras. I'm a Christian,” replied the man who felt he had the question addressed.

“Oh .. if you, em-”

“Include my name Ma Tianyu, Miss. I am from the Hui tribe and a Muslim.” The man behind the wheel answered Zahra's question with a sweet smile on his lips.

“Whatever we see, may not be as we see, Zahra. So do not judge something only from the outer shell,” replied Zain and then bring his face closer to his wife.

“You asked me why my face is not in harmony with my name, right?”

Zahra nodded her head slowly, her heart pounding again when her face was so close to her husband's.

“Why is your face that red, Honey?”