The Step Sister of Tiri

52. The House of Papa Rahmat

On Sunday morning, Ayman and Zayna were getting ready to go to Papa Rahmat's house. Both were accompanied by Ilham. However, later the assistant will live in the apartment. They use planes to get there faster. There will be someone waiting there.

"You go to sleep, honey. Later when it arrives, I will wake up," said Ayman when both are still on the plane.

"It doesn't matter, Mas. I'm not sleepy either."

Ayman smiled as he rubbed his wife's head. Along the way, Zayna kept quiet. Even though her husband tried to calm her down. However, deep down in his heart, he was still afraid that events would repeat themselves.

The trauma of being betrayed was still very deep in his heart. It's not that he's not sincere about his separation from Fahri. Zayna was afraid of losing her husband. Regarding her former lover, the woman did not know since when she had forgotten.

The taste is completely gone. His heart was now filled only with Ayman, there was no place for another man. The husband is the owner of his entire life.

It was not long before the two arrived at Zayna's hometown. Ayman walked out of the airport with his wife in his hand. Inspiration follows from behind. They were looking for people who were waiting and finally met as well. They boarded the car and headed to Papa Rahmat's home address.

Meanwhile, at Mama Savina's house, she keeps nagging. Papa Rahmat asks him to cook to welcome Ayman and Zayna.

"Ngapain, anyway, we must welcome the arrival of all Zayna. It must be their arrival just bother," grumbled Mama Savina.

"You keep quiet, after all they're children and daughters-in-law in this house. Even though they are our children, as parents should also respect the guests who are to come."

"Yes, but do not have to use any welcome event. Fahri and Zanita if we come too, we don't have an event like this."

"They, right, live in one city with us. They never said they would come. Now look, how many days has Zanita been living here, but her husband has nothing to pick up. I don't know how many times something like this happened."

"Zanita also won't leave her in-laws' house if they treat her well."

"Madam Lusi just wants to educate her daughter-in-law to be the woman who is responsible for her work. What harm? If anyone wants to educate Papa's child, who can't do anything, Papa's happy."

"Why did you lose your mom?"

"No, but if you feel it too, great. Maybe it could be a way for you to educate Zivana to be a better girl."

Savina will speak again. However, the knock on the door stopped their debate. The woman snorted in annoyance. Her husband has been making her blood go up lately.

"It looks like it's Ayman and Zayna. Let Papa open the door." Papa Rahmat walked forward to open the front door and sure enough there were Ayman and Zayna.

"Assalamualaikum, Pa," said Ayman and Zayna together. Both kissed the back of the man's hand.

"Waalaikumsalam, have you arrived?"

"Yes, Pa. Papa how are you?" ask Zayna back.

"Good dad. Come on, let's go in!"

They went into the living room and sat there. Mama Savina came with a drink that was deliberately placed rough. Papa Rahmat glared at his wife, but the woman did not care at all.

"Drink, you must be thirsty. The journey is quite far," said Papa Rahmat.

"Thank you, Pa."

Ayman and Zayna drank. They talked for a while before they finally headed for the room. Ayman and his wife rest there. It was fortunate that before they came Papa Rahmat had already cleaned it up so, could immediately rest.

"What are you talking about, anyway? I've slept here before, right. Even we have lived in the most miserable places, but I never mind. I can feel everything with you."

Zayna smiled as she nodded her head. "I remember when we lived in that rented house. Is there still a house that occupies?"

"I don't know either. Never mind, now just rest. I'm so tired" said Ayman, hugging his wife. It was true that the man was very tired, just closed his eyes already asleep. Zayna hugged her husband and went to dreamland.

"Zayna's here, Ma?" asked Zanita who just came out of the room.

"Of course, they're in the room. It's nice to come straight to bed in the room" grumbled Mama Savina.

Zanita fell silent, for some reason she felt jealous of her brother. Although Ayman is an ordinary person, Zayna looks very happy with this marriage. Unlike her who lives full of pressure from in-laws. Mama Lusi was always so sharp.

The woman thought, is this karma because it has taken her brother's future husband? Soon he shook that thought. Zanita doesn't believe karma came to her. The woman did not feel the slightest guilt about what had happened.

"Why are you quiet?" mama Savina asked who saw her daughter daydreaming.

"There's nothing, Ma" replied Zanita as she sat next to her mother. He sighed for a moment, trying to look fine.

"Yes, it's lunch time. Just sit down for a second, let Mama call you papa." Mama Savina immediately went to the room and called her husband.

It turned out that Papa Rahmat was reading the newspaper while enjoying coffee. Mama Savina took her husband to lunch. The man followed his wife to the dining room. However, he did not see the whereabouts of his son and daughter-in-law.

"Ayman and Zayna aren't out yet?" ask Papa Rahmat. Zanita just shook her head. The man went to Zayna's room to call them.

"Na, it's lunch time. Come on, let's eat together, "call Papa Grace while knocking on the door. Zayna just woke up.

"I woke up Mas Ayman, Papa first. I'll be there" said Zayna.

"Alright, Papa wait at the dinner table." Papa Rahmat turned to the dining table. Meanwhile, Zayna wakes up her sleeping husband. Actually he did not have the heart to see the tired face of the husband, but the woman could not possibly let her family wait.

"Mas, let's have lunch! Everything's waiting for us."

Ayman squirmed his body. "It's lunch time, yeah! I was unconscious. Your bed is comfortable."

"It's not a comfortable bed, Mom. You're the only one who's sapped. Come on, everyone's waiting."

After washing their faces, the two headed to the dining table. Everyone was already there. Mama Savina and her sisters glanced cynically at Zayna. The woman did not bother with the attitude of her family. It was like that before too.

"A long time, anyway! Everyone is hungry waiting for you" said Mama Savina in a sharp tone.

"Sorry, Ma, we were still sleeping because of the soy sauce on the trip," said Zayna who felt bad.

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