The Step Sister of Tiri

The Step Sister of Tiri
41. Waterfalls



"Do I need to find a tutor to teach you how to make up, honey?" ayman asked who was watching his wife.


"No need, I can learn on my own" Zayna replied without looking at her husband. His hands continued to apply one by one the tools in front of him.


"Don't be too coerced, just wear it normally. It'll look weird later."


"Yes, Mum." Zayna continued her make up. Ayman is busy with his work. After a long time in front of the mirror. Zayna noticed the results of her make up and looked towards her husband. He wanted Ayman to judge the results himself.


"Mas, how? Is it fitting?" asked Zayna immediately made Ayman turn his head. The man was so overwhelmed to see the beauty of his wife.


"You're beautiful, honey," said Ayman, who approached his wife.


The face of the wife. Zayna is really beautiful. Not that she had been ugly all this time, just that this time she was beautiful many times.


"You're beautiful, honey. Very pretty."


"I haven't been pretty all this time?" ask Zayna pretending to sulk.


"No, dong, you've been beautiful all this time, but it's only natural that you get more beautiful by giving a little polish."


"Mas, it could have been if it was seducing again. Expensive goods are of high quality, yes!"


"I'm speaking the truth" Ayman said. "Come, let's go for a walk! Before tomorrow I am busy. You, don't know how the city looks like."


"You, Mas, we're allowed to be with Mama. Will Mama give me permission?"


"We coaxed together." The two of them went out towards the park, where the middle-aged woman was.


"Ma, I'd like to take Zayna for a walk. Tomorrow, right, I'm working so I'm definitely gonna be busy. Can you, right, Ma?"


"Yes, you go. She's your wife why ask Mama" said Mama Aisyah.


"Mama, don't you want to come?" ask Zayna.


"No, Mama's at home. Be careful on the road" replied Mama Aisyah. "Oh, yeah, you guys have lunch at home or out?"


"Beyond, Ma. Maybe I'll come home in the afternoon or evening" Ayman replied.


"Oh, yeah, be careful."


"Mama, want to nitip something? Let me bring you later," Zayna bargained.


"No, Mama will buy it herself. After all, Mom doesn't like snacking."


"Well, if that's the case, we go first. Assalamualaikum" said Ayman, kissing the middle-aged woman's back hand. Followed by Zayna.


"Waalaikumsalam" said Mama Aisyah.


Ayman took his wife's hand out of the house. For the first time, Zayna boarded the husband's car. He was amazed at it. At once the woman was wracked with insecurity. Ayman who understood also grasped the hand of the wife.


"Na, from now on you should get used to what I have. If necessary you can be arrogant so that no one humbles you. Arrogant is not all bad, really. Many people do it so as not to be trampled on by others. After all now you have everything you can boast about because mine is also yours."


"Yes, Mas. I'll try to get used to being with you."


Ayman nodded and said, "Only you deserve to be with me."


"Where are we going, Mom?" ask Zayna.


"Where do you want it?"


"Get up, Mas, who fronted Mas himself."


"I want you to go, so where do you want to go?"


"Where, huh? To a place of recreation, here there is nothing exciting?"


"A lot, my dear. Where do you want to go? To the beach, tourist park or play area?"


"Not knowing, Dad, Mom. I'm confused, it's up to you."


Ayman seemed to think before answering. He wants a fun atmosphere, but also romantic. "How about going to the waterfall. Now it is also not a holiday so, the visitors are also definitely a little. We can enjoy it casually."


"Byeah, Mas. I want to go there too. I never saw the waterfall. What's the place like, Mas?" asked Zayna enthusiastically.


"Later you can see for yourself. Indeed, all this time you have never been to the waterfall?"


"Never. In my area the waterfall is far away. Papa is also very busy, even if to that place must require a lot of money so, every time I have a vacation I am always at home."


"So you mean when everyone goes on vacation and you're home alone?" ayman asked in surprise, for Zayna was still their son. Why stay home alone?


"Papa's money won't be enough if we all go. I feel sorry for the father who continues to work tirelessly. So to save money, I better not come."


Here Ayman begins to understand. He knew that the Zayna family never took his wife on vacation and always left her alone. Though the man was sure if in his heart the woman also wanted to go with her family. From now on, the man promised. Whatever his wife wants, he will try to grant it.


Not long after, they finally arrived at their destination. The air was so cold it was bone-chilling. Luckily, there was a jacket in Ayman's car. The man immediately put it on his wife's body.


"Sorry, yes, I forgot to ask you to bring a jacket. So you just wear mine. It's okay, isn't it, greatness?"


"It's okay, it's also warm."


"Let's buy a ticket first." There were a couple who came too. Zayna looked around. The place is so clean and so well maintained. It is only fitting that when the husband buys a ticket the price is quite expensive for his size.


"Mas, is the water cold?" ask Zayna to her husband. He saw the people there shivering in the cold, but there was no intention of going up and even more and more immersing his body. Many couples also talk to each other and joke.


"Yes, cold. Rarely does anyone shower there. If you want something warm up there. There's a place of his own. You wanna go there?"


"We don't bring clothes, Mom."


"It's okay, we'll buy it. There are also people selling it. Come on, let's go there!"


Actually, if you have to buy clothes in a place like this, it must be expensive. However, Zayna's curiosity also defeated his habit that always saves. Even for him when else to come here and use the husband? While here, he wanted to make the best use of his time. It's up to him today to drain Ayman's wallet. The money will also not run out if it is used for today only.


In her heart Zayna laughed at herself who looked like a rich snob. However, the husband did not mind that either.


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