Second Wife Successor Mr. Zain

Chapter 82. Visit to Pesantren

The atmosphere in the living room ndalem (the main house kyai a boarding school) Ponpes Athaillah is very stressful, everyone is silent to feel awkward just to start a conversation.

Worst of all, Lord Aaron, since he had set foot at the gate of the boarding school, Lord Aaron was increasingly alarmed and unsettled. Something so complicated to express raged in his heart and mind.

On the sofa located in the corner of the room, sitting next to Mr. Aaron and Dr. Agam, on the other sofa has sat Ustaz Hamdan as the owner and leader of the pesantren.

In the other corner of the room, ma'am. Amara, Mrs. Agam, Zahra, Zain, Yang Zi and Barra were seated next to a fine fur carpet that stretched across the floor of the room. Zain was sitting between Zahra and Yang Zi, no matter what other hormones were affecting the pregnant woman, he always wanted to be next to his older brother, but sometimes also feel annoyed if close to the brother.

While not far from where they were sitting, there was a middle-aged woman in shining clothes who was known as the wife of Ustaz Hamdan. Next to him sat a young man in a suit of cocoa and sarong complete with black peci on his head looks so handsome and handsome with typical santri-style clothes.

The young man was Zahran, Zahran Athaillah. He was confused by the circumstances around him, was a ndalem servant (a saint who devoted himself to petrifying the affairs in ndalem) called him when he was teaching the material in the classroom. From the moment he entered the room his eyes kept staring at Zahra and Lord Aaron in turn and wondering inwardly who the guest was.

Zahra, whose face resembled that of her cousin Anisa, also felt that the middle-aged man's face bore little resemblance to her. Moreover, Lord Aaron was staring at Zahran making the young man feel a little uncomfortable with the longing gaze of the middle-aged man.

“Khem! How is Aaron? You have not been to this place for a long time,” said Ustaz Hamdan broke the silence.

“Emh, thank God good Mas. Sorry I never visited,” replied Mr. Aaron still in an awkward tone, he had not met his brother-in-law for a very long time, the last time they met while in the hospital when his wife died.

“Be as usual, Aaron. Don't worry, this is your home too. And what news so you visit with your group?” ask Ustaz Hamdan because he did not know any of his guests except Mr. Aaron, but his focus was disturbed by the figure of a young woman whose face and face were so similar to his late sister when he was young. It's just that the difference his sister used to always wear syar’i clothes while the woman in front of him now even though she wears closed clothes but still feels open to him, Zahra only wears a long veil that covers part of her head and hair.

“Sorry in advance, sorry for my previous mistakes. Maybe with an apology alone can not close my mistakes and sins,” said Mr. Aaron full of regret.

“If it were-”

“That then let Aaron pass, all that happens is arranged and determined by Him. Take wisdom from past mistakes, make experience the best teacher for us. All of us including the late Abah have also forgiven you, we are sincere with the incident that happened to your family,” said ustaz Hamdan cut off the words of his sister-in-law.

“Thank you, Mas. The purpose of my arrival here in addition to wanting to be happy, there is a truth that I have to convey to Mas and the extended family abah.” Mr. Aaron paused his words, he inhaled air to refresh his chest cavity which felt a little tight.

“Include, they are all my besan family.” Mr. Aaron introduced everyone who came with him one by one.

“And the last, the young lady.” Mr. Aaron pointed towards Zahra sitting followed by everyone who was staring towards Zahra.

“Is he-is what I think of him right?” ask ustaz Hamdan expectantly.

“True. She's Mas's niece, Zahira's daughter who was successfully helped by the doctor at that time. Sorry for hiding his whereabouts.”

“God's Passion! Allahu Akbar!” said Ustaz Hamdan and his wife simultaneously, Ustaz Hamdan's wife immediately approached Zahra and hugged him tightly and rained down on Zahra with a kiss on his face.

“God, you are so beautiful Son ... so much like your mother, what is your name?” ask Ustaz Hamdan's wife with tears.

“Zahra, Mom. Zahwa Zahratunnisa,” replied Zahra with feelings of haru.

“Masya Allah, a name so beautiful as the person. Just call umi, everyone here calls umi, just like your sister, she also calls umi and calls ustaz Hamdan Abi,” Umi said without realizing that her words made someone feel surprised.

“A-what does Umi mean?” zahran asked with a trembling voice.

“Nak, Zahran .. listen to abi's explanation, in fact we are not your biological parents. Aaron, he is your real father.” Ustaz Hamdan tried to explain to Zahran who had never known that he was not the son of Ustaz Hamdan and his wife.

 “Cannot be! You guys must be lying, Abi must be kidding, right?” zahran asked in disbelief, but he was increasingly disappointed because Ustaz Hamdan who had been considered his real father actually shook his head in response that the magpie did not lie.

“Umi! You guys are lying, right? Tell the truth! Tell me that I am the son of Umi!” zahran exclaimed with teary eyes, he was so struck by the fact that suddenly appeared before him.

“Zahran, Nak .. listen to umi. Forever you will be the son of abi and Umi, but you must accept this fact that we are not your biological parents. You know the tomb of abi's sister who was next to your abah and home, your grandfather, your grandmother? Zahira Athaillah, she is your biological mother,” said umi without being able to stop the tears of the currency getting wet the volume.

“Cannot be! It's all just a lie, I don't believe it! It's not funny!” racau Zahran then got up and left everyone who was fixated to see his departure.

“Zahran!” call mister Aaron look of disappointment on his wrinkled face.

“Don't worry about him, the boy won't be angry for too long. Let him calm down for a while, he must be shaken by hearing all this all of a sudden,” said ustaz Hamdan trying to calm his sister-in-law, but in his heart, he said, he also felt anxious and worried about the situation of Zahran which he had always considered as his own son.