She's Maduku
Chapter 12
"Relax Azky, Shafiah's a good person, even if she's angry, accept it." Inner Azky.
But in her own moment, she thought back. "But what's my fault?I didn't ask for it in the nikain uami.? Aaahhh."
"Where else is Shafiah's mistress' room? I don't know." He said as he walked around looking around. And finally he met one of the waiters who was cleaning up in the lounge. "Mba.mba.." call her in a soft voice.
"Mistress?" Say hello to the waiter a little.
"Mistress?" He scrunched his forehead. "I'm Azky, not Shafiah's mistress." she replied.
"You will be married to our master, so you are also the mistress of this house."
Azky rolled his eyes pushy. "whatever it is."
"Sorry, can I help you?"
"Oh yeah, I forgot my goal. Where's Shafiah's madam's room?"
"On the upper floor of the madam, to the right of the door is Assalamualaikum calligraphy." Obviously the waiter.
"Ok, please excuse me, please."
"Good mistress."
He walked up the stairs one by one, his eyes went around seeing the splendor of the house from the top of the stairs and was able to make Azky amazed. "Well..this is a house or a palace anyway? But unfortunately the contents of many bad people, I can ya mistress Shafiah survive with the old man does not have the heart. Weird." He said without noticing the way he walked backwards.
"Atsky." Call someone from behind.
"eehh.. Mrs?" Azky said in surprise mixed with fear.
"Where are you going?" Tanya Shafiah was trying to be friendly.
"Mrs..this.i..me.to tell you.take a shirt." Speak very carefully.
"Oh.Wait a minute, I'll take it." Shafiah said trying to smile. He went to his room and he returned with Zahfran's clothes to the office. "It." Shafiah handed the shirt to Azky.
"But madam.I was told to bring casual clothes, not clothes to the office" said Azky felt bad.
"But, it's not Thursday, is he not working?"
"Douh..what should I say, the old man said he will not work for the next 3 days, marriage leave? sucks." Inner Azky muttered.
"Azky..? why silent? It's Zahfran's shirt."
"Mrs.today, sir.."
"Why?"
"Master didn't go to work."
"Tumbens?" Shafiah replied astonished, he said, a Zahfran is very appreciative of his work.
"She said.." "squeak..how is this?"
"Why?" shafiah asked again.
"He said, 3 days ahead he's not going to work, he's taking marriage leave." Azky said as he lowered his gaze.
"I know madam, right now your feelings are very broken, if talak is in my hands, without a doubt I will be mentally your husband." Inner Azky.
"Oh..Marriage leave?" He said with a smile holding back the pain in his heart. "I'm sorry I forgot, if my husband is on marriage leave."
"Sorry lady."
"Sorry for what?"
"Say I have to how is madam?I know you're suffering so much from this, I'm a woman, I can feel what you're feeling right now." Azky said while holding both hands Shafiah with a pushy look.
"No Azky, you're innocent, there's nothing wrong with this, even if it's Zahfran. Because men are allowed to marry 2 even up to 4 women. Even that commandment is in the Quran.
Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta'ala said:
وَاِ نْ خِفْتُمْ اَ لَّا تُقْسِطُوْا فِى الْيَتٰمٰى فَا نْكِحُوْا مَا طَا بَ لَـكُمْ مِّنَ النِّسَآءِ مَثْنٰى وَثُلٰثَ وَرُبٰعَ ۚ فَاِ نْ خِفْتُمْ اَ لَّا تَعْدِلُوْا فَوَا حِدَةً اَوْ مَا مَلَـكَتْ اَيْمَا نُكُمْ ۗ ذٰلِكَ اَدْنٰۤى اَلَّا تَعُوْلُوْا ۗ
"And if you are afraid that you will not be able to be fair to the (rights) of the orphan woman (if you marry her), then marry the woman (other) you like: two, three, or four. But if you are afraid that you will not be able to be fair, then (marry) only one or the female servant that you have. That one is closer so that you do not wrong."
(QS. An-Nisa' 4: Verse 3).
"That if he feels capable of being fair, if he is incapable of being just, God only commands one woman to marry." Azky said withstanding annoyance. "How will he be fair, even I don't think he understands the meaning of fair in polygamy."
"Therefore, we must help mas Zahfran to undergo polygamy in accordance with Islamic law."
"Ko dumb-ass?" Ask Shafiah.
"Well.no mistress." Azky smiled.
"Don't call me madam, I'm not your employer." Shafiah.
"What dong?"
"Whatever.if you want to call a name can also, we've become a family."
"Don't I call you? it's okay, right?"
"mmm...Can."
"May I consider my mistress as my sister?"
"Can." Say Shafiah with pleasure. "Yes, I brought another Zahfran suit, wait a minute."
"Yes mba." Azky was back waiting for Shafiah to bring another shirt.
Soon the Shafiah came. "This is his shirt."
"Looks madam.eehh.." He shut his mouth. "I'm sorry, I mean mba". he smiled.
Azky immediately went downstairs to her room. "Jglek.. He opened the door, then closed it again. Zahfran was lying on the bed with a towel wrapped around his waist.
Once speechless amazed when he saw the body shape Zahfran so stocky, even at the age of 40, he looks like 30.
"Hey. See what?" Call Zahfran to awaken Azky in a daydream.
"Awe to see my body? hold it, no one forbids." Zahfran's temptation made Azky stare in disgust.
"She.he's cheese." Azky threw the shirt over the bed.
"What'sthis? you're not taught manners?"
"That's what I got, wear it quickly."
"Take it."
"No."
"Azky, I said take it, and give it to me properly." Zahfran.
"Aaiisshhh..." Piqued. "Yes.yes.. You don't fuck around." He grabbed the shirt and gave it a distance that was still difficult to reach. "More."
"You want to mess with me?"
"Why again?" Azky said withstanding annoyance.
"Too far. Closer to it."
Azky approached one step. "More."
"Again."
He smiled cynically. "More."
"Again."
"What-apan siiih..?" Said shouting.
Zahfran quickly pulled the clothes that were still in Azky's hands until he was interested and fell on Zahfran's body which was very sturdy. As hypnotized, Azky stared at Zahfran's face long enough....
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In such a position, what would they do? will this be their first day? 🤫🤫.
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