The Step Sister of Tiri

1. Feel something

A woman sat in front of a mirror with very beautiful makeup, as well as a jasmine flower decoration on her head. He is Zayna, who will soon perform the ijab qabul with her lover. They have been in a relationship for two years.

Zayna smiled looking at her reflection in the mirror. She didn't think she could be this beautiful. She rarely dresses up. Every day just use baby powder alone, without the sweep of other makeup tools.

"Cie .. who was just a little bit sold out," teased Alifia—sahabat Zayna.

"What the hell, you don't have to seduce me" said Zayna who pretended to be snoozy.

Alifia pulled the chair beside the table, which Zayna used to read and brought her closer to the bride-to-be. The girl sat next to her best friend.

"Na, I'm glad to see you smile like this. Hopefully, after you get married, you can be free from this family. You also deserve to be happy" said Alifia while holding the palm of Zayna's hand.

"Thank you, Al. You and Nisa are my best friends. It's a pity that she can't come, but I'm happy to have you guys always with me in joy and sorrow" Zayna said with teary eyes.

"I'm also happy to have a friend like you. I will not forget our togetherness" said Alifia, who is called Zayna. "Already, don't cry. It will ruin your makeup. I'm so upset to remember Nisa. He's more concerned with his work than ours."

"Don't be like that. Nowadays, find a hard job. I understand how he is."

"Yes, anyway, where the boss is fierce again," muttered Alifia.

"Huss ... even ugly people," Zayna reprimanded.

Alifia heard Zayna's reprimand. It is true what Alifia said if Nisa's boss really likes it. Not infrequently Nisa always confides about her boss.

"Na, your marriage contract is not eight o'clock, huh! It's almost eight o'clock, why hasn't your future husband arrived yet?" alifia asked Zayna to turn her eyes to the wall clock.

Less than five minutes away at eight, but there is no sign of the arrival of Fahri—, Zayna's husband, as well as his lover for two years. The woman began to worry, unconsciously biting her lower lip, something she always did while being restless and nervous.

"You don't worry, he'll be here any minute. We all know how much Fahri loves you." Alifia tried to calm her best friend. Although he was actually agitated himself.

Zayna nodded. He tried to look good, even though his heart was not. Previously the woman had warned Fahri if the man should come early. In Zayna's heart did not stop praying that her future husband was okay and safe until the goal.

Until half-nine, the groom-to-be did not show his presence. Zayna was getting more agitated, she felt that something was not right. Bad thoughts suddenly flashed before his eyes, but the woman was unwilling to admit it. Zayna believes if Fahri is okay, she will come and marry him because they love each other.

Not long after, entered the family of Zayna, Fahri and the parents of the groom-to-be. Zayna smiled at the arrival of her future husband. He smiled after a moment of heart exercises.

"Mas, you're finally here! I've been worried about you" said Zayna, who wanted to approach Fahri. However, the man refused to be touched.

Zayna scrunched her forehead. He felt that something was happening to Fahri. It was not usual for the man to be this indifferent. The girl's heart was beating irregularly again.

Zayna's mother has been dead since giving birth. Since then many people have excommunicated her and looked up to the girl as a pesky carrier. The father who should be able to be a shield for his son, but the man prefers silence. Many speculate that Rahmad—ayah Zayna justifies the scorn of the people.

One year later, his father remarried a woman named Savina. At first the woman was attentive to Zayna. However, after she had her own child, her affection for the girl faded with time. Even more so now it is said to hate.

Zayna never cared about what her stepmother made her, as long as she was happy. Sometimes he had to pretend to smile, even though in his heart he was hurt because Grace often did unfairly to his children. The middle-aged man loved his two children more than Savira.

Rahmad did not not not love Zayna, but every time he saw the girl's face, he always remembered his late wife and it made his heart hurt. Until this moment the man never forgot the late mother of Zayna. It also made Savina hate her stepson even more.

The middle-aged woman was envious, even for years the husband was still thinking about the person who had died. How did Safina know? Of course, when the husband slept the man often called the name Aisyah—ibu Zayna.

Savina once reprimanded the husband, why until this moment has not been able to forget his late wife. However, Grace was puzzled that she had never thought of Aisha at all. If not think about it, how does the sleeping person call the name of the deceased?

Rahmad thinks Savina's a little kid who can be fooled? However, the woman did not want to argue, just useless according to him. The man would never admit to what he had heard.

Returning to the bridal room, Alifia looked at her best friend as if asking, is it alright if she leaves? Zayna who understood also just nodded. She herself did not know what her family and her future husband's family wanted to talk about.

Alifia left Zayna's room. Savina locked the door so that no one would come in and hear their conversation. The high curiosity made the bride-to-be silent, waiting for someone from them to make a sound.

"Son Fahri, did he say there's something he wants to talk about?" ask the impatient mercy. He doesn't know anything either. Suddenly the feeling is not good.

"Pa, you better sit down. Guests are told to stand up!" reprimand Savina.

"It's okay, Madam. I was also curious what my son wanted to say" said Ma'ruf—ayah Fahri.

Everyone stared at the man, waiting for the answer to come out of his lips. Zayna's heart was beating faster. Plus Fahri's gaze on him was different.

"I'm sorry. I can't continue this marriage" Fahri said with his head lowered.

Everyone in the room was shocked, except Savina and Zanita—the first sister of Zayna. The two women exchanged lyrics and smiled unbeknownst to anyone other than Zayna.

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