The Step Sister of Tiri

49. Arisan

Zayna was cleaning the courtyard together with Bik Ira. Suddenly Mama Aisyah came. He seemed to take a deep breath when he saw what his daughter-in-law was doing. I don't know why Zayna can't keep quiet.

"Zayna, come on, you're coming with Mama! Save that broom first give it to Bik Ira," ordered Mama Aisyah.

"Where are you going, Ma?" zayna asked as she looked at her in-laws.

"Once, come along. You wear nice clothes, don't embarrass me. Remember that!" mama Aisyah exclaimed and returned home.

"Bik Ira, sorry, yeah. I can't help you anymore. I have to go with Mama."

"Yes, it's okay, Neng."

"Yes already, Bik. I'm going in first."

Zayna entered the house. He'll be ready to go with his in-laws. I don't know, want to go where, want to shop or just go for a walk in the mall. The woman had intended to ask where she was going because she did not want to get the wrong costume.

Zayna wears a makeup kit bought by Mama Aisyah. He only wears a little because he does not want to look menor and older. When she finished, the woman came out and her in-laws were waiting in the living room.

"You were doing that, anyway! Very long, the look is also like that," grumbled Mama Aisyah. "Come, we're leaving!"

Mama Aisyah walked forward followed by Zayna in brlakang. The two rode in a car driven by Mr. Doni. Half an hour later, they arrived in front of a house. There are already a few cars lined up there. His friends must have come.

Actually Mama Aisyah is very lazy if you have to join in gathering at a gathering like this. However, he could not possibly refuse Indy—'s best friend's invitation. They often show off everything they have, do not even hesitate to ridicule each other.

Mama Aisyah took a deep breath and exhaled. "Come, we're in! Remember not to embarrass the family!"

"Yes, Ma." Zayna followed her in-laws into the house.

"Assalamualaikum" said Mama Aisyah with Zayna.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Uh, Miss Aisyah, it's coming!" the owner of the house named Bu Indy. "Well, who is this?"

Everyone saw the arrival of Mama Aisyah who was with her daughter-in-law. Zayna smiled as she lowered her head slightly. This time he was on a show like this. The woman often saw him on television shows, but only this time felt coming directly.

"This is my daughter-in-law, ma'am. Her name is Zayna."

"Ayman's wife? How did I know he was married? When's marriage?"

Everyone who was there also looked at Mama Aisyah and Zayna. If it counts ten people. They whispered to each other about the two. Ms. Indy who saw that also felt bad for her friend.

"It was a month ago. Indeed Ayman has not held a reception, just his marriage contract. We're still looking for the right day."

"Well, I also just heard that Ms. Aisyah has a daughter-in-law. Which family, uh, ma'am?" timpal Bu Siska's. He is also a guest at this event.

"He's from an ordinary family, really, Mom. I never demanded my son to have a wife from among business people let alone up to nobility."

"So it's Ayman's own choice, Mom? Isn't it, Miss Aisyah is already planning to match Ayman with her best friend's son? If it's not Vienna, right?"

"I had originally intended to betroth Ayman, but his own son refused. How else, I am also not the type of parent who likes to impose the will on my child," said Mama Aisyah with a smile. Even though he knows now is being the material of their scorn.

"Whose name are you?" ms. Sisca asked, staring at Zayna from top to bottom.

"My name is Zayna, ma'am."

"No, Ma. I'm not in college, I'm just a high school graduate."

"Just a High School graduate," said Ms. Siska in an understated tone. "Geez! I just found out that Ayman's taste is like that. My son just chose a wife who graduated S2. Look it! This is my daughter-in-law's name is Vita. Why would Miss Aisyah agree?" ask Ms. Sisca while introducing her daughter-in-law.

"As I said before, I never impose my will on my child. Ayman himself chose. I can only bless it."

"What, Miss Aisyah, isn't shy about having a daughter-in-law who's just a high school graduate?"

"No, as long as he can do the job of a wife, why should he be ashamed? I love having a daughter-in-law like Zayna. She is diligent, good at cooking and also smart to please her husband. My family's wealth is enough to meet the needs of our household and happiness is paramount in our family."

Zayna was moved by Aisyah's defense. At first he thought that if the in-laws would be embarrassed to have a daughter-in-law like him, but unexpectedly Mama Aisyah who actually defended.

"Yes, let's sit there! Do not need to be extended this conversation," asked Bu Indy. However, only a few steps heard the sound of footsteps from the direction of the stairs. It turns out he was the son of Indy's mother.

"Where are you going? Isn't school a holiday?" reprimand Bu Indy when he saw his daughter down with a bag, but using casual clothes.

"Yes, Ma, but this is going to a friend's house to do group chores, how's dong?" ask Ina—anak Bu Indy.

"Cannot. You're at home, you're at home."

"I can't, Ma. Mama, if you can try to do it!"

"Which mama can! Mom is old, she forgot the lesson. Ask Vita only. Brother Vita, right S2, can definitely do such easy stuff."

"True, Brother Vita! Yes, please help dong, brother! You can do it, dong? This, sister, the task," Ina said while giving her book to Vita.

It looks like Miss Siska's daughter-in-law is misbehaving. He was confused as to what to say. Vita also tried to find the right reason. "Oh, I'm sorry, I think I'm dizzy again so, can't think."

"Well, big brother, this is for a minute, really! Old Brother does not pity me or maybe Brother can not? During this time, Brother's duty must have been done by someone else, right?"

"About you! Where it might be like that. I do it myself, really!" Vita tried to defend herself. He did not want his pride to be trampled.

"If so, please dong do my job, but do not origin, yes, brother! I don't want to be a problem."

Vita picks up Ina's book with a confused look on her face. He seemed to be observing the task given by Bu Indy's child. Everyone was still silently watching what Ms. Sisca's daughter-in-law would do.

"So, just shut up, brother! Come on, dong hurry! I don't want to sit here for long with the mothers."

"You're not very impatient, anyway! My daughter-in-law thought again," interrupted Ms. Sisca.

"Related, Aunt. I have many other tasks too."

"May I help you?" tawar Zayna's.

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