The Step Sister of Tiri

21. Learn to be a Mistress

"Why not after a week here, do we go to your parents' house?" Zayna.

"Later, yeah! I need to raise money to go there" Ayman replied lying. He tried to give a good reason. The man didn't want his wife to think a no-no.

"I have some savings, we'll use that."

"Don't! We just got married. I haven't bought you anything either. Time must use your money to go to mama's house."

"Mas, we're husband and wife. We can use my money if we need it."

"No, for me it's your money. My money is only produced by my sweat. I see, right, people say, if the husband's money is also the wife's money, but the wife's money still belongs to the wife."

"Mas—"

"Now, next time we go there if my money has been collected. After all, Mama also will not ngizinin if we go there using your money."

"Yes, whatever, Mas, just." Zayna relented, it seems like the husband is very upset if he already has a stand.

Actually the woman was very eager to meet with the in-laws, considering they had no communication at all. But she also did not want to force her husband. When the time comes, they will meet.

"Oh yes, this is money for you. This is the result of today's ngojek" said Ayman while giving money two hundred thousand.

Zayna looked at the money again. The money is new again and the form is also a hundred thousand, two pieces. Yesterday one he could still think logically, but this time two sheets and both money is still new. Zayna thought badly of her husband. However, it seems impossible if Ayman did bad then, from where did the husband get two pieces of money a hundred thousand new? The question flashed inside his head. But I also did not find an answer.

Zayna wanted to ask directly, but was afraid that Ayman would be offended. She doesn't really know her husband's character. The woman could only pray that the husband would not do something forbidden.

"Why, Dhek?" ayman asked his wife.

"It's okay" Zayna replied. "Come, we're sleeping! It's late."

Ayman nodded and followed the wife. The man was still thinking about Zayna's reaction when he received the money earlier. He was still thinking, is that money still lacking? It's better to ask Doni tomorrow, it seems like uncle knows better how much the salary of a motorcycle taxi driver every day.

"Today ngojek anywhere, Mas?" ask Zayna who is lying down. He was trying to figure out where the husband was making a living. Hopefully get an answer from his curiosity.

"Around here, really, not far away" Ayman replied as if. He himself also did not know in any area. "Yes already, now you rest must still be tired. Are you still working tomorrow?"

"Still, Mom, my boss hasn't found the right person yet. Tomorrow he said there were some people who came for the interview, not knowing they could be accepted or not."

Ayman nodded his head and closed his eyes. He was also actually very tired, without waiting for a long time for the man to head to dreamland. Zayna who saw the husband who had fallen asleep could only look at him. Judging from his face, the woman also knew that Ayman was very tired.

It also stopped him from working immediately. She wants to be drug tired for her husband after work. Zayna admits that Ayman is a good man. However, until this moment the woman did not understand what feelings had been felt in the man. He felt comfortable when he was around her.

Zayna can also be herself without fear of getting her husband's ire. The man also never demanded anything from her. Even when she was with Fahri, she was often required to be the perfect woman. Their relationship was only a lover.

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Meanwhile in the Ma'ruf family, all the families were gathering in the dining room. They enjoyed dinner dishes prepared by the housekeeper, along with Lusi of course.

Although she is a great mistress and socialite woman, but Lusi never forgets her responsibilities as a wife. He himself prepares food for his family, although not always, only sometimes. Moreover, Ma'ruf always reminded him of his duties as a wife and mother.

After dinner Zanita intends to return to the room. However, Lusi called and asked him to help clean the dining table and wash the furniture that was worn out. He also needed to explain the duties of a wife in this house.

At first the woman refused because she had never done the job at all. Fahri forced her because it was a woman's job. After all in this house too, every woman should be able to cook. Even if there is a housekeeper.

Ma'ruf just kept quiet while enjoying the coffee that had been prepared in front of him. He didn't care if his daughter-in-law didn't want to cook. It was also his own son's choice, let them overcome his problems.

Zanita listened to every explanation from her mother-in-law. He sighed in annoyance. Instead of being a mistress, just point out what she wants, instead must be a maid. I really want the woman to scream to vent all her anger. However, Zanita did not want to make a bad impression so, she just kept quiet.

After finishing working on all the tasks that Lusi gave her, Zanita returned to her room. But there was no Fahri there. He searched all over the place, but did not find it. His phone is also inactive. The woman walked out of the house, maybe the husband was there.

"Miss, find Mr Fahri?" ask Pak Yono—tukang.

"Yes, where is he?"

"So Mr. Fahri came out with a motorbike."

"Where to go?"

"I don't know, Non."

"Why not know? Basic useless." Zanita stomped her feet because she was upset. He walked into the house with a grumble. Either annoyed at Pak Yono or at Fahri who left without saying goodbye.

"It has been told that he is angry. Know that it was not enough just now," muttered Pak Yono who was also upset. "Actually what did Mr Fahri see of him? Miss Zayna better go everywhere."

Everyone in this house has known Zayna because Fahri occasionally invited her. They also liked her former employer's lover. He was very easy to blend in with the others without seeing their status in this house.

In the room, Zanita does not stop swearing at the husband. Though he was planning to tease Fahri so they could get out of this house. Living in an apartment was no problem for him.

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