She's Maduku

Chapter 13

"Cup.." One kiss landed on Azky's lips.

"Don't..." He quickly got up from the top of Zahfran's body while wiping his lips.

"Mistake yourself dumb."He said as he got out of bed, he opened his towel.

Azky shouted. "Aaaa.." closed his eyes tightly.

"Hey.calm down, I've been wearing a boxer." Zahfran said casually, then he threw the towel straight into his second wife's face. "Save."

"iih.." was disgusted with his towel.

"Quick shower." Declared.

"You go out first, then I'll take a shower."

"Well, I won't do anything. Hurry." He said, Sitting on the sofa while playing his phone, checking several incoming messages from his business colleagues.

"I don't have any clothes other than this."

"It's in the closet."

"Cabinets? really true?" "I have to see it for myself." quickly he opened the cupboard not far from where he stood.

His eyes were perfectly rounded when he saw the contents in the closet filled with hanging lingerie.."Whatisthis? This is all lingeri? you intentionally? where's the shirt I can wear?" Azky shouted increasingly annoyed.

"You're talking a lot, yeah, look in the upper closet."

Azky opened the upper closet, he only saw the clothes provided by Zahfran only 2 pairs. "Basar old bangka cruel, jelly." Azky snorted in annoyance.

"I haven't bought it yet."

"If you haven't had time to buy, why is there so much lingerie here? did this lingeri enter itself into the closet.?"

"Not much to say, take a quick shower."

"I hate youuuu so much..." Shouted Azky as he passed into the bathroom.

Seeing the anger of his second wife, making Zahfran more anxious to finish him in bed. "I'll finish you off Azky soon, get ready."

"Mrs." Sapa Bram when passing by Shafiah while heading to Zahfran's workspace.

"Bram's? you're here? Zahfran is on holiday today." Shafiah tried to remind.

"Yes, madam, I know. I was told by you to come, maybe you'll give me another assignment." Bram said without looking into Shafiah's face.

"Oh.I don't think Zahfran said you."

"No mistress."

"Well, are you waiting in the workspace?"

"Yes, madam."

"Well, if I go first, Bram."

"Good mistress."

When Shafiah was about to leave, just a few steps, Bram ventured to call her. "Shafiah." call Bram after making sure no one around them sees.

Shafiah was silent for a moment when Bram called her name instead of the usual mistress she said, then she turned to look at Bram while looking around. "Bram?" Say it with fear.

"You're okay, right?" Tanya Bram is the only person who worries about her so much.

"What do you mean?" Tanya Shafiah was astonished.

"You must have suffered a lot because Zahfran chose polygamy."

"No Bram, I'm happy, I'll try to accept the state of our household."

"I'm sorry Shafiah, I've brought you the wrong man."

"No Bram, there's nothing wrong with this." Shafiah tried to convince.

"Thank God that you feel fine, but remember Shafiah, If you need someone, I'm always there for you."

"Look at Bram, then I'll go."

"All right." Bram stared at Shafiah's back full of pity. "If I had expressed love to you first.

Azky came out of the bathroom already dressed neatly, she dried her hair using a small towel then sat down in front of the dressing table while tidying up her wet hair.

What a beauty Azky able to make Zahfran forget his first wife, Shafiah.

Zahfran approached Azky and stood far behind him. Azky looked at Zahfran from the mirror. He rolled his eyes.

"the hell he's in there, I better get out quick." Azky's mind as he moved from his seat.

"Hey." Zahfran said suddenly.

Not wanting to respond, he just looked in the mirror.

"Sit down." Zahfran.

"I'll sit if you don't stand there." The objection.

"Sit down and finish your makeup, or I'll lock you up all day in the room."

"You think I'll lock you up myself? I'll accompany you here." He said with a smile that was difficult to understand.

Forced he had to sit back and immediately tidy his hair, rather than having to be in the room alone. His word.

While Zahfran, he continued to smile triumphantly staring at the anger of his second wife made him even more anxious.

"Mother.I can shower myself." Shouted Abiyu as she opened the bathroom door.

"Wow.great Son" said Shafiah as she threw a smile full of pride.

"Abiyu has started a great mistress, she has started to be independent." Said Ira's mom standing next to Shafiah.

"Yes mom. It feels like just yesterday I gave birth to her, now that she's grown up."

Abiyu approached Shafiah while carrying clothes in his hands. "Mother help me, I'm having trouble wearing this."

"Come, help me." Shafiah extended her hand and Abiyu handed her the dress and Shafiah helped Abiyu put on her clothes.

When they finished, they came out of Abiyu's room down the stairs while holding her beloved son's hand. "Mother, where's dad?" Abiyu asked, looking up her head.

"There, maybe now I'm in the dining room, son." Answer Shafiah.

Zahfran and Azky were in the dining room waiting for Shafiah and Abiyu to have breakfast. "Where have you been? Why long?" Ask Zahfran to Shafiah.

"I was waiting for Abiyu to finish taking a bath." Shafiah answered while pulling up a chair and then sat to the right of Zahfran.

"Mba, is that your son?" Azky asked with a smile of anxiety at Abiyu's good looks.

"Yes." Yeah." Answer Shafiah kindly.

"Hey...Abiyu.ganteng really siih.." Azky gomasy.

"Who's mother?" Abiyu asked in astonishment when she saw the stranger who had breakfast with her.

"That's.."

"Azky, my name is Azky, call aunt Azky yes." Sambar Azky's.

"Aunty?" Abiyu was amazed.

"Yes Nak. That's aunt Azky, we're eating, the mother's hungry." Shafiah tried to divert the conversation.

When Shafiah scoops rice on her husband's plate, she sees a wound on her lower lip "Mas, your lips why? you fell?" Tanya Shafiah was worried.

"No." Answer's short.

"Then why did it get hurt like that?"

"You think?" Talked to Shafiah but her eyes looked at Azky's face with a smile.

Shafiah was surprised by her husband's words that hinted that they had done the first night last night.he looked at Zahfran and alternately looked at Azky.

Azky, who knew the jealousy of the Shafiah, denied the words of her husband. "No, we didn't do anything." Denying Azky.

"Hey.you think who would dare to do this to me if it wasn't you."

"Yes, but it's not what Shafiah thinks."

"Do you forbid me Shafiah?" Ask Zahfran lightly.

"No mas. You've become husband and wife you're free to do anything." Shafiah's speech held back her jealousy.

"But mba, we didn't do anything."

"A...I went to my room first, my phone was left behind."

"Mba.wait." Azky tried to hold back Shafiah's departure, but Zahfran was quick to stop his steps.

"***Why should I ask such foolish questions, they are legally married Shafiah, be aware.they are free to do anything.that is their right***." Shafiah cried while running small towards her room.