Second Wife Successor Mr. Zain

Chapter 7. Zahwa Sick

Zahwa entered his room and locked the door. He forgot the house's rules forbidding any occupants on the second floor to lock rooms at night.

Zahwa threw his bag in any direction and dropped his body just like that on the mattress without taking off his shoes and changing his clothes first.

Zahwa buried his face on the pillow and sobbed heart-wrenching all the stifling feeling of his chest. Both of his hands were tightly gripped on the side of the pillow.

The sound of screaming from outside his room and the pounding on his door did not make Zahwa disturbed.

Outside the room, Zain goes on a rampage because he cannot open his young wife's room.

“Basic boy! Dare you break the rules of this house!” zain shouted as his feet kicked the door in front of him many times.

All the residents in the mansion lowered their heads in fear that no one would dare to approach, they had never seen their young master this angry.

Bi Nur came and approached towards Zain. “Excuse me young master, let me open the door.”

Zain stepped back to make room for bi Nur to open the door.

Chequek.

Impatiently Zain opened the door of Zahwa's room, he stepped in and slammed the door.

Brak!

All the servants were shocked, even the right bi Nur was at the door. But Zain did not care about it, all he cared about was wanting to see his young wife immediately.

“Zahra!”

Zain was standing right on the side of the bed, he looked at his wife's prone body with his back moving slowly up and down in the rhythm of his breath.

Zain bent one knee and raised it to the top of the mattress. His hand grabbed his wife's body and violently flipped it so that Zahwa's face was clearly visible.

Deg.

Zain froze, his face reddened with fury slowly fading, he stared fixedly at the face of his wife who looked chaotic and miserable.

Whether the feeling of what Zain felt, there was a tightness in his chest when he saw the pale face of Zahwa who was flushed red from tears with closed eyes, red nose, red nose, disheveled hair and tears on both cheeks.

Zain climbed onto the bed and sat down beside his wife, unblinkingly Zain looked at Zahwa's face and began to caress it slowly.

“Who would dare to make you cry, little girl?” ask Zain lirih.

Zain got out of bed and took off the shoes that were still attached to Zahwa's feet. He stepped foot into the walk in closed, took clothes for his wife and helped replace Zahwa's clothes slowly so as not to disturb his sleep.

Zain scrunched his face when changing clothes of his young wife, many questions popped up in his head.He decided to spend the night in Zahwa's room, this was the first time he slept in his young wife's room.

Zain confirmed Zahwa's sleeping position and pulled a blanket over his wife's small body, then laid her body next to his young wife.

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At 04:00, Zain came out of Zahwa's room and passed Clarisa who had just returned from her job.

Without looking at his first wife, Zain stepped onto the stairs.

“Why did you get out of Zahwa's room?” clarisa asked in an annoyed tone because her husband ignored her existence. 

“Urus is your business! Do not interfere in my life,” said Zain flatly and continued his steps up the stairs to the third floor.

Clarisa looked at her husband's back and then turned towards Zahwa's door, she clenched her feet and stepped towards her room.

While having breakfast at the dinner table, Zain does not discover the whereabouts of his young wife.

“Where is Zahra, Bi?” ask Zain to bi Nur.

“The lady is not out of her room yet, Mr.”

Zain stood up leaving the dining table without saying a word, making everyone look in astonishment at him.

Zain stepped up the stairs to Zahwa's room and entered it. He got closer to the bed and saw his wife's still pale face.

“Do you not want to wake up, spoiled girl?” zain asked but this time in a slightly low tone.

Unanswered by his wife, Zain approached and sat on the edge of the bed, his hand touching his forehead and feeling hot.

Hearing the cry of their young master, everyone who was in the dining room rushed towards the direction of the source of the sound.

“What's up, Mister?” barra asked after entering Zahwa's room followed by Ms. Amara and Clarisa behind him.

“Capac call doctor!” zain exclaimed without taking his eyes off the face of his young wife.

Barra deftly called the family doctor using his cell phone.

“15 minutes to go Dr. Agam will arrive at the mansion, Mr.”

“Can't be faster?” zain asked with a worried face.

Barra just kept silent not answering his young master's question, 15 minutes included the fastest time. The distance of the mansion from the city road alone takes about 10 minutes, moreover it is still early in the morning. It was likely that the doctor was still relaxing breakfast with his family, but due to dealing with his young master, everyone would definitely not waste time and look for trouble with him.

“You rest easy Zain, Zahwa must be fine.” Mrs. Amara tried to calm her son down, never before had she seen him worry and care for others.

While Clarisa throws her lips and looks dislike towards her honey who is lying on the bed accompanied by her husband beside her.

“What Zahwa is pregnant Zain?” ask Ny. Amara with sparkling eyes.

All eyes are staring at her. Amara with a different view.

“Not yet, Mom,” replied Zain flat.

“We just wait for the doctor to come to confirm it.” Mrs. Amara remained with her expectations.

‘Do not until the woman is pregnant. I won't let it,’ Clarisa said inwardly.

Shortly thereafter Dr. Agam came and began to check on Zahwa.

“How is my son-in-law, Doctor?” ask Ny. Amara enthusiastic.

“Monya Zahwa is fine, she just has a fever, after taking the medicine and getting enough rest. Zahwa will improve soon.” Dr. Agam.

“Then what's the fetus, Doctor?”

Dr. Agam knitted his brows. “Sorry, what do you mean, Mistress?”

“Help me pregnant right, Doctor?”

“Sorry Madam, it looks like your daughter-in-law has no signs of pregnancy.”

Ny's Face. Amara turned moody, in contrast to Clarisa who was secretly smiling happily at the news.

Barra takes Dr. Go to Zain's office to talk about something. They came out of Zahwa's room followed by Clarisa.

“Mommy wait for good news from you, Zain! Don't make mommy wait too long!” said Mrs. Amara before disappearing behind the door.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

“Log in!”

The door to Zahwa's room opened again, entering bi Nur who had previously been asked to come to Zahwa's room.

“Does Master call me?”

“Jaga Zahra! Don't let anyone disturb his sleep. I'll be back later.”

“Good, Mr.”

Zain left Zahwa's room and went to his study.

“What do you want to tell doctor agam?” zain asked after sitting his body in his great chair.

“Sorry, Mr. Zain. Did something happen to you before. Zahwa?” ask Dr. Glam slow.

Zain knitted his brows, he momentarily thought digesting the question of Dr. Crammy. Then Zain recounted the incident last night when his wife came home in a state of chaos.

“It looks like something made Mrs. Zahwa slumped and made him depressed,” explained Dr. Crammy.

Zain looked towards Barra and after that Barra contacted someone.