The Step Sister of Tiri

37. Cooking for the family

After the discussion in the living room, Zayna and Ayman finally entered the room. Ever since the woman entered the courtyard of the Hadi family home, she was amazed by the house. Zayna didn't expect her husband to have a house this big. Although this is his family home, Ayman is still part of it.

Inwardly, Zayna felt small. But he was trying to strengthen himself. Her status is now a wife. The woman will do everything she can to stay by her husband's side.

Since Ayman told me who he was. Zayna had expected all this, given that Ayman's parents were the owners of the company. He often sees in a drama on television.

Ayman's room looked so spacious with a simple design. As Zayna imagined, her husband was a person who was very fond of cleanliness. The proof is that this room is so neat. Even in the closet the clothes are arranged no less neat. In his home first, his mother and sisters always ruffled the contents of the closet if they want to find something.

"What do you see, honey?" ayman asked as he hugged his wife from behind. Zayna was watching her husband's closet.

"No, Mom! I'm just amazed by you. Your room looks neat. The closet is no less neat."

"Not to be seen. Put your clothes over here" point Ayman at the side of the empty closet. "But tomorrow. Now we rest first, it's night. Tired too, right, three hours on a plane. Even though we were just sitting there, we're still tired."

"Yes, Mas. I'm tired, but I'm gonna take a shower. My body is sticky too."

"That's the bathroom over there."

"Yes, Mum." Zayna immediately let go of her husband's embrace and headed for the bathroom.

Ayman looked at the back of the wife who disappeared behind the door. He actually could not bear to see Zayna treated as before, but every time he wanted to defend his wife, the woman always gave a code to be quiet.

"May we pass through this ordeal together, Na. Whatever happens, I don't want to lose a wife as good as you. I'm sure you're strong, Na" Ayman said.

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"Papa, it seems like it has been destroyed by Papa's daughter-in-law," said Aisyah as the two were in the room.

"Why not? She's a good woman, really! Mama see later, I'm sure Mama will turn to like our daughter-in-law" said Hadi with confidence.

"Yes, hopefully, Pa."

"Suppose there's a chance, dong? Looks like Mama's heart has softened as well?" asked Hadi while tilting his head to look at his wife.

"Who said?"

"That, Mama said hopefully. Usually if Papa says about Zayna, Mama always says it's impossible or whatever other reason, which is essentially the same as refusing, but now it seems like Mama is starting to open her heart."

Aisyah. It is undeniable that what the husband says is true. He had already started to soften after meeting Zayna in person. Especially at the time of the first impression, his daughter-in-law kissed the back of his hand. Things that have not been done for a long time by anyone other than their two children.

The Viennese he often praised never did that. It's just a chipika-cipiki. Once Aisyah reprimanded him, but the girl quibbled if hugging showed more affection.

"Already, Ma, don't think too much. We should follow the path God has given us. As long as you don't close your heart. Mama's trying to give Zayna a chance to prove how she deserves to be a part of this family. Never limit anything. Papa believes Mama has a good heart" said Handi with a smile. "Come, we're sleeping! Tomorrow Mama still has to face her daughter-in-law." Aisyah simply nodded and followed the husband towards the dreamland.

Early in the morning Aisyah woke up. She was intending to go to the kitchen to see her domestic assistant work. The woman rarely cooked. All handed to Bik Ira. Aisyah just watched and tasted it before all the food was in session.

"What are you doing here?" asked Aisyah who had just entered the kitchen. He sees Zayna cooking, while Bik Ira just looks while cleaning the equipment that is used up.

"Eh, Mistress. Here, Madame Zayna is cooking. Aunty told me to let Auntie do the cooking, but Madame Zayna didn't. She said she wanted to cook for her husband and father-in-law. I'm sorry, ma'am, but Mrs Zayna's cooking is delicious. I last tasted a little," said Bik Ira while grinning.

"Sorry, yes, Ma. I didn't let you go with Mama. I now cook fried chicken with sambal. Mas Ayman said in this family, all lovers of sambal, so I made a sauce with three types. Hopefully like it, huh?"

"In this family ti—"

"Mama want to try? It's delicious said Mas Ayman, Mama likes green chili sauce the most."

"I'm not—"

Whenever Aisha wanted to talk, Zayna would cut her off. It doesn't mean to be disrespectful. It was just that he did not want to hear the rejection from his in-laws before seeing and feeling the results of his work.

"Come, Ma! Open her mouth, it's good, really." Zayna feeds the chicken that has green chilli sauce in front of Aisyah's mouth. Inevitably, her in-laws finally opened her mouth.

"It's delicious," Aisyah said involuntarily. He immediately threw away his face for praising Zayna's food. The woman admitted that her son-in-law's food was really good.

"Thank God that mom likes it. Means Mama's taste is also the same as Mas Aiman. Especially in the past at a rented house, Mas Ayman always spent this sambal. She is most greedy when eating," said Zayna while remembering her togetherness with her husband.

"Oh, huh? Cook, anyway! Ayman at home is very difficult to eat," said Aisyah with a tone of astonishment.

"Well, really? But in the rented house, Mas Ayman ate it so well."

Aisyah was delighted to hear Zayna's story. She knew very well that her son was very picky about food, so she was happy that his son had found his favorite food. Especially those who cook people who are close to Ayman.

"Yes, you guys just continue cooking. I want to go to the room, want to see if papa has been up yet," said Aisyah who soon passed without waiting for answers from Zayna and Bik Ira.

In Zayna's heart smiled. It turned out that it took a lot of patience to conquer the heart of his in-laws, but he would not give up and would keep trying.

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