The Step Sister of Tiri

4. You're his wife

Grace tried to contact his wife. However, not lifted. The man tried to call her back and was finally picked up after a few times.

"Hello, a—"

"Where's Zayna's room key?" tanya Rahmat cut off his wife's words.

"A–ada in the drawer next to her room," replied Savina nervously. She knew that her husband was angry right now.

Grace immediately decided on the call just like that. Savina hit the head pelsn. The woman could have forgotten to open the door and asked the bodyguard to leave. If this is the case, the husband will be very angry. But Savina was not to blame.

He did it all because of his daughter. The woman will think of a reason that could make her husband melt. No need to doubt. Savina is good at this.

"What's up, Miss Savina?" ask Lusi.

"It's okay, Mom. The children's father, it's done yet" replied Savina lying.

"We'll meet the kathering first, we'll go home." Savina simply nodded following where the iron went.

While at home, Grace, who had found the key to Zayna's room, immediately opened the door. It was seen that the girl was asleep on the bed with a blanket covering her entire body, leaving only her head.

The man wanted to see his daughter. More precisely his former slap earlier. Grace saw that the corner of Zayna's lips was bleeding because she wanted to know. However, the man could not see it as the princess slept on her side. The former slap is also in the lower position.

There was guilt in the man's heart for hurting Zayna, but Grace assured him that what was done was also for the princess's good. He decided to come out immediately so as not to disturb the girl's rest.

The door closed, allowing Zayna to open her net. A drop of tear fell from the tip of the eye, immediately the girl wiped it off. He pretended to sleep. Zayna heard her father speaking at the door.

Zayna, who was sitting on the prayer mat, stood up and folded. He laid down his body and covered it. The girl did not want to talk to anyone at this time. His heart was still deeply wounded by the actions of his family.

I don't know if they can still be called family, after what they did to Zayna. It is easy for them to play with a relationship. After a man cancels his marriage with her then chooses to marry his sister just like that.

'Why would papa take care of me? I'm also papa's son, right? I really hope that Papa will defend me, but it seems like it is just my wish. If Mama Savina did it, I can still tell her because she's my mother, but papa .. Papa is my real father, how can you handle that?' ask Zayna in my heart.

The girl closed her eyes for a moment, in order to neutralize her wounded heart. He was used to getting this kind of treatment. Just a little more, no problem!

*****

The next morning as usual, Zayna would prepare breakfast for everyone. The girl was determined to look ordinary. Although from today he will always see his former lover who will make out with his sister.

In this family, it is always Zayna who prepares breakfast and dinner. To clean up and others there is ART that will come a little afternoon and go home in the afternoon.

When breakfast was ready, everyone gathered at the dinner table. Likewise with Zayna who is ready with her work uniform. The girl worked in a fairly large restaurant with a salary high enough for the size of a waiter. Until he can help the father send his two younger siblings to graduate college.

Grace is only an ordinary employee, his salary is only enough for the daily needs of the family. That's why when the wife asked Zayna to just work after graduating high school, the man just kept quiet.

Zayna never minded that. He was very happy to help his father. The salary of the girl was fully given to Grace. Zayna just took a little to buy his old motorcycle fuel.

Fahri had a quick glance towards Zayna. However, the girl was just busy arranging provisions for her father's lunch. The man's behavior is not separated from the vision of Zanita—his wife.

"Darling, what do you want to eat?" asked Zanita who deliberately wanted to show her affection.

"Anything, dear."

Honestly Zayna's heart was so hurt to hear it. It used to be a call to him, but now it's to his sister. The girl did not want to show her fragility in front of anyone, let alone the traitorous couple. The woman just wanted to show her fortitude and strength.

He was sure that one day there would be mass for Zayna to find happiness. I don't know when it's coming, let time be answered. For now only pray that the girl can do.

"Sir, where's the coffee for my husband?" ask Zanita.

"He's your husband, why should I make him?" ask Zayna back.

"Usually so too, Brother, who prepared it! Or maybe Big Brother won't make it because Big Brother still can't accept my marriage?"

Zayna sighed. Facing a wife who is still in the armpits of the mother is difficult. Whatever he said would definitely go wrong and everyone would blame him. Dramas like this have become her daily food.

Right now dodging is the best path. Zayna ate quickly so she could leave quickly. He did not want to be late today when the girl should still be in her infancy, but rather than at home will be more hurtful, better go to work and earn money.

"So why are you silent? Why not men—"

"He's your husband! Learn to serve him lest he find another wife under the guise of a servant to serve him!" Zayna immediately left before getting a burst of heat from the other residents of the house.

"Whatchu mean? You want my marriage ruined! That's not gonna happen!" zanita shouted with emotion.

"Alright, Honey. Don't scream, Zayna's just trying to advise you" Fahri said.

"You're defending him, honey? Though I am your wife, not her," said Zanita with a sad tone made-up.

"Bu–it's not like that, honey. Never mind, I'm also okay if I don't drink coffee," concluded Fahri who did not want any problems.

The woman clenched her hands under the table. He did not accept the words of his brother. The woman felt that Zayna was mocking because Zanita had seized Fahri when the man was her brother's future husband.

Grace had seen Zayna's cheeks that imprint a little blue red. Even though the girl had covered it with powder, it was still visible. It must have hurt a lot, but why did he feel mediocre or indeed Zayna deliberately did not want others to worry. Grace wastes a rough breath.

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