The Step Sister of Tiri

The Step Sister of Tiri
277. S2 - Zea Call



At night, Hira waited for her husband in the room with anxious expectation. She did not know what she would do to her husband. His brother invited Arslan to go around the cottage because he was the man, not knowing anything about this cottage. Arslan was made to be amazed by all sorts of things in this cottage.


From the start of education and also the environment, even their daily lives. Not everything was as he had imagined all along. If living in a boarding house is always busy, there is no time for fun. Even eating potluck and not delicious, but here the food is delicious even though simple.


Here they can mingle with other friends. Enjoy your youth with friends. It may just be a different and more useful way. Arslan was more and more amazed at her in-laws.


"Sure that your parents must have taught you a lot about religion. Abi is sure that you can educate Abi's children to become sholeh wives" Kyai Hasan told his son-in-law.


"My science is nothing compared to Abi, but I will still strive to be a good priest. Abi just pray that our household is always happy world and hereafter."


"Amin, Abi's prayer is always with you. Son of Arslan, Hira is Abi's only daughter. Although he was the first child, but he was a very spoiled child because he was used to being spoiled by Abi and Ummi, even by his sisters. Forgive him if he makes an unintentional or deliberate mistake. Rebuke him in a good way. If in a good way can not, Abi sincerely if you raise your hand, as long as not to make him hurt. You certainly understand what Abi means by raising your hand" Kyai Hasan said in a sad tone. In his heart he felt heavy to let go of his daughter.


"I understand, Bi. God willing I will take good care of Hira. I also believe Abi's upbringing has been very good, without the need for me to raise my hand."


"Hopefully it's like that. Abi trusts Hira to you" Lukman said with teary eyes.


It's hard to let go of the princess. However, now Hira is no longer his responsibility. It was time for the girl to live with her husband. Kyai Hasan also invited his son-in-law to return home. It was very late, it was time for them to rest. It's also the first night for his son and daughter-in-law, there's no way he's interrupting anymore.


Arslan entered the room, and Hira was sitting in bed reading a book. The woman immediately closed the book when she saw her husband coming. He looked nervous and was trying to find something to work on.


"Mas, where have you been? Do I want to make tea or coffee?"


"No need, it's already night. I drink enough water" replied Arslan, walking closer to his wife.


Of course it makes Hira nervous. The woman was confused as to what to do. He knew very well that this was his first night and that it was getting even more confused. Arslan was already in front of him. Their distance was very close, even Hira could feel the breath of her husband.


“Can I see you without this hijab?” arslan asked his wife because Hira always used it.


Even from the bathroom, she wears it. The wife nodded and finally opened her headscarf despite continuing to look down. She was embarrassed, afraid that her husband would not like her. Arslan opened the tie of his wife's hair and then stroked Hira's hair that was so long and black.


The man was so amazed to see his wife who looked so beautiful with long, straight black hair. He had seen women's hair many times, but only this time Arslan had seen one so black and soft.


"You're beautiful, very, very pretty. When I first met you, I was in love with you. You've turned all my attention to you. Even every night, I always imagine your face with a smile that is always sweet" whispered Arslan by rubbing the wife's long hair.


Hira was embarrassed to hear what her husband said. No one's been teasing her all this time. Once there, that person is the husband. Especially with such sweet words. The woman was only silent because she was unable to retaliate.


Let alone saying, to just move it feels very difficult. Arslan's presence nearby seemed to make his body feel stiff.


"Don't think I'm bragging. What I said earlier was truly sincere from within my heart. You are the first woman to make me fall in love and hopefully you are also the last."


"Amin," Hira replied quietly, but Arslan could still hear it.


The man took a step forward two steps later, raising Hira Engan's face in his hand, making the wife shocked. However, not refuse at all. The woman is committed to whatever her husband does. He's legal for Arslan, so everything he has belongs to the man, whatever he wants.


"May I ask for my rights tonight?" arslan asked, staring at the beautiful face of his wife.


He scrutinized every inch of Hira's face and will always remember that no woman will be able to replace his wife. Hira nodded slowly in response. Hira's entire estate already belonged to her husband and that was his right. Not forgetting to pray in each other's hearts.


Arslan smiled and moved his face, diving into a beautiful night. The two passed by so beautifully, a night they would never forget. The atmosphere is so cold. However, it felt warm to Arslan and Hira. Both of them channeled flavors they had never before.


Arslan was so happy to be the first for Hira. And vice versa. After doing the ritual, do not forget the two pray again. They hope after this God sends a little angel, who can make their family happier.


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Adam had just laid down his body after coming home from the beach. She gets a message from Zea, the girl asks her brother's situation and what has been done today. The man smiled as he looked at the cell phone, before every time Adam called his sister, Zea always reasoned. The man knew it was just an excuse to avoid it.


Now with the photo sent Aini, it can make the sister contact him. Hopefully there is progress he can make. Adam decided to make a phone call. He was too lazy to type a message, it was better to hear Zea's voice as well.


However, alas, his call was not picked up at all by his sister. The man was not discouraged either, he returned to make the call. Thank goodness this time the girl picked him up.


"Hello, assalamualaikum."


"Absolutely I can't send a message, brother?"


"Of course you can. Why can't I?"


"Where was that from?" asked Zea who was curious to hear her brother's version of the story.


"So Arslan nganterin married in the cottage where his father-in-law," answered Arslan who was intentional to seem to cover up the truth. I don't know why he likes to tease his sister this time.


"That's all? Not going anywhere?" ask him again.


Adam knew that his sister was curious about what Aini said. The man deliberately gave an answer. She was happy to hear Zea who was curious about herself and her activities. Adam was not at all uncomfortable, instead the man was happy.


"Yes, this is Aini ngaju go to the beach. He said again sad, so I sent him to the beach, so he could forget his sadness."


"Oh so, huh? Is he no longer sad, brother?" ask Zea who pretended to be considerate. Now the girl knew that Aini had deliberately invited Adam to seek attention.


"Yes, he's not sad anymore. Every woman likes to be noticed."


Zea is sad, Adam can make other people happy, but with him his brother seems to take care of himself. He did not deserve the attention of that man. Indeed Adam gives attention as a cousin, still the girl is jealous.


"Zea, why silence? Is there something wrong with my sister's words?" ask Adam who now feels guilty for speaking wrongly.


"Nothing, Brother. It's just delicious, yeah, so Aini, she's sad that something's comforting, if I'm even here."


"If you ask Brother to go there now, at this very moment Brother will go there, too" Adam solemnly said.


However, Zea responds to the harshness of it because there is no way that her brother will come here. The man's wedding is getting closer, surely Adam is very busy taking care of all the needs. When he was there, everything was busy, especially now.


"Sister if joking like to miss. Where might Big Brother come here, while Big Brother is planning a wedding. It must be busy now" guess Zea.


"Sister isn't kidding, if you ask Big Brother to come now, Big Brother will definitely come."


"Okay, my dear brother. I want Big Brother to come here right now, can you?"


"Sure, you'll find the fastest flight."


"That's it, brother don't keep joking. It's been night there, right? You better sleep, don't stay up. It's gonna be a sick wedding."


"Sister will always be healthy to wait for your return. Wait Brother will be there, according to your request."


"Yes, yes, I wait," replied Zea as she was.


The girl ended the call. Adam immediately searched for the fastest flight. It turned out to be at ten o'clock at night, while now it's nine o'clock fortunately there are still empty tickets. The man immediately left without bringing anything, just a passport and the necessary papers.


Adam said goodbye to his parents. At first Hanif forbade for fear that Zea would suspect that Adam was not married. However, her son assured her that everything would be fine. The son came there to comfort his sister who was currently sad.


Kinan also helped Adam to persuade his husband. After a few minutes, Hanif finally allowed it too. All the preparations have been made, tickets have been purchased. There was no longer any reason for his father to ban it. Zea must have felt lonely there, too.


Adam left immediately by car. Let the driver pick it up at the airport. Along the way the man was happy to finally meet Zea. He missed his sister very much. Though this has not been a month, but the longing is already this big.


Somehow Adam would go through a year without this togetherness. He remembered his sister's words when they were both small. 'You always have to make me happy, yeah! Brother mustn't make me sad, we must be happy together until old age'. However, now it is precisely he who makes his sister sad.


Adam promised to keep his brother from anyone who disturbed him. Little Zea does look so cute and pretty. He will never forget those days. How their lives will be, mate or not the man hopes to keep the sister forever.


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