The Step Sister of Tiri

12. Wait for me

"Ayman's really getting married, Ma?" ask Hadi—ayah Ayman.

"That's, Pa. Mama feels bad for Vienna. Previously Mama told him she would match him with Ayman, but Ayman instead chose the girl," said Aisyah annoyed.

"We'll see, Ma. Papa is also curious, what makes Ayman so kekeh want to marry the girl? What's so special about him?"

Aisyah nodded her head. He's not a parent who's disenfranchised by matching their kids. It's just that the woman already likes Vienna—anak her friend—and wants to make her a son-in-law.

"Father, Mama!" a new girl came. He is Kinan—adik Ayman.

"What's wrong?" ask Aisyah.

"I heard from Brother Ilham said Kak Ayman wants to marry?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"I want to go with Brother Ilham there."

"Nobody can come there!"

"Why, Ma? Ayman also needs the support of his family. If Mama and Papa don't want to come, it's up to you! I'm going there."

"Anyway no. It was punishment for Ayman for refusing to marry Vienna. That girl is nothing compared to Vienna."

"But Ayman only considers Kak Vienna as a younger brother. Even if Mama forces Ayman's sister, it's not good for their future household."

"You know what? Mama and Papa were also betrothed, proof that we were fine. Love can come with time."

"As for Mama, it's also free to talk at length." Kinan passed by to enter his room.

The girl called her brother and congratulated him. He also prayed for the man to have all the events go smoothly. Ayman is happy, there is a family that always supports him. Kinan actually wanted to come, but the older brother forbade because he did not want a dispute.

The man knows how his family is. He didn't want his sister to be affected.

*****

This morning at the house of the family Grace there is no activity whatsoever when tomorrow is the wedding day of Zayna. The girl herself still went to work. He's taking leave tomorrow, it's just a day. I don't know why there is trauma if the marriage fails again.

"You haven't heard from Ayman, Na?" savina asked when she saw Zanita arranging breakfast.

"Yet, Ma. I don't have the number."

"Well! Don't have? Then how do we ask him about tomorrow's show?"

"Maybe you have, don't you, papa knows them better."

Savina nodded, better she ask her husband. The woman wanted to make sure this marriage would happen. Savina just wants to make sure her daughter's wedding is okay. He also knows that Fahri secretly always pays attention to his stepson.

Before long, the whole family gathered in the dining room, preparing to enjoy breakfast.

"Papa, have Ayman's number?" ask Savina.

"Have it, what's the matter?"

"Mama would like to ask, is he able to fulfill papa's request? Do we need to prepare something?"

Zayna secretly wanted a definite answer from her father. But he must be disappointed to hear what Grace has to say.

"Then, how do we ask about Papa Ajuin's terms? We don't know if he succeeded or not?"

"He's trying, let it go. Tomorrow we'll know the outcome. Let's just enjoy this breakfast."

Savina let out a rough breath. Her husband is completely insensitive. He wants everything to go well and his son's household to be fine. But the man looks ordinary.

Everyone enjoyed breakfast in peace. Unlike Zayna who began to think about what her stepmother said. What if Ayman doesn't make it out of his papa? Will this marriage fail again?

Grace goes to work first after finishing her breakfast. Zayna's also going to work this morning. Actually today he switched shifts with his friend so he could not meet Alifia. However, the girl had already sent a message to her best friend.

"Papa doesn't care at all about this show. Aren't you sure about that guy?" muttered Savina.

"Alright, Ma. Maybe for me, this event is not important. Different from my show yesterday. Although everything is sudden, but papa looks so enthusiastic," Zanita said.

The woman deliberately wanted to make her brother hurt when at that time, Grace just kept quiet and did nothing. Actually she was envious of seeing her papa who was like secretly a concern. The man also seems to have avoided Zanita since the wedding.

Zayna chose to go to work. The girl knew that her sister was trying to make her angry, but Zayna tried to look ordinary. It is undeniable that in the depths of his heart he felt hurt because he thought his father did not care.

"Nita, why are you talking like that? You should have tried to cheer up your sister!" scold Fahri when Zayna's gone.

"What am I talking about? I'm just telling you the truth" she tried to look ordinary.

"You intentionally, right, want to make Zayna hurt? Everyone knew that papa was silent at the time. Mama Savina who bothered to and fro took care of everything, but you turned the facts around."

"Have, already, why are you even fighting? Come on, continue the breakfast!" reprimand Savina.

"I'm done, Ma. I'm leaving first." Fahri left without saying goodbye to his wife. She is upset at Zanita who behaves like a child even though before marriage, the woman always thinks mature and elegant. That also made Fahri love him.

"You should be able to succumb to your husband. Be patient, soon Zayna will get married, there is nothing more that can make you threatened," Savina said trying to give understanding to her daughter.

"But I'm upset, Ma. Mas Fahri still seems to love Zayna."

"It's natural, they've been together for two years. Now it's important how to get Zayna married and get Fahri to your knees."

Zanita nodded, she would follow Mama Savina's advice and make Fahri just look at her. The woman does not want to live hard. Only the husband can fulfill his wish. Zanita won't let go just like that.

*****

"Om, how? Already settled?" ayman asked when he saw Doni back.

"Berez, Sir. Tomorrow's the wedding ceremony at eight in the morning" replied Doni.

Ayman immediately hugged the driver who was like her. He was very happy that everything went well, according to his wishes. Hope tomorrow's show goes well too. The man would not stay silent if anyone wanted to thwart him.

'Zayna, wait for me. I will soon make you mine completely. I'll make you happy, ' inwardly Ayman.

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