
The door was knocked by someone from outside. Zayna opened it. It was Fahri who came. The man smiled when he saw his ex-lover in this house.
"How are you, Na?" ask Fahri.
"Well, you want to pick up Zanita? He's inside. We happen to be having lunch. You better join in."
Zayna opened the door a little wide so that Fahri could enter, then closed it again. The woman walked towards the dining room followed by her sister-in-law. Everyone stared at Fahri. It was not usual for the man to pick up the wife without any prior notice.
"Fahri, you want to pick up Zanita?" ask Grace.
"Yes, Pa."
"I don't want to go home yet. We sleep here tonight. It's okay, right? You also never stay here," said Zanita who pretended her relationship was fine with her husband. She doesn't want Zayna to know what she's been through as Fahri's wife.
"Yes, it's okay, tonight we're going to sleep here" said Fahri who was actually happy to see Zayna here. Zanita could see the husband's gaze on her brother. It made him hate Zayna.
"Sit down! we have lunch together" Papa Rahmat ordered.
"Yes, Pa." Fahri sits next to Zanita, while Zivana moves next to Zayna.
Throughout the lunch, Fahri and Zanita keep staring at Zayna who serves the husband. Ayman continued to smile at his wife, making Zanita growled, unconsciously clenching her hands under the table. The woman was really envious of what her brother got.
So too with Fahri. He doesn't like what Zayna does. He should have been there. Been served and given a smile by the woman. Not even married to a useless wife like Zanita.
After he finished eating, Ayman intended to tell him the truth. There are many people here too, he thought. He also needs to warn Fahri if Zayna is already his because from now on, Ayman can see the man's gaze to his wife.
He was silent because he respected his father-in-law. Ayman didn't want to make a fuss, let alone this at the dinner table. That's why the man smiled at his wife, whispering occasionally which made Fahri jealous.
"Pa, Ma, there's something I want to talk about" Ayman said.
"You talk, you talk. No need to be too serious. What do you want to talk about?" asked Savina in a tinge.
"Maybe what I'm saying is going to hurt Papa and Mama, but really, I didn't mean to do it."
That sentence of course made her two in-laws even more curious. What exactly does his son-in-law want to say? It seems very serious. Everyone was now staring at Ayman with the same question, what happened?
"Say it directly, no need to convolve," interrupted Papa Rahmat.
Ayman began to tell me about who he was and his family. About what his job was as well, there was nothing that the man covered up anymore. For him the Zayna family is currently also his family. His two in-laws were of course shocked and still could not believe what he was hearing.
A man they had always considered a motorcycle taxi driver, turned out to be the leader of a large company. Not only that, the Ayman family is also among the distinguished people. There is a sense of insecurity that Grace feels. Unlike Savina who actually sparkled after hearing all the stories.
It was not only Papa Rahmat and Mama Savina who were shocked. Fahri, Zanita and Zivana are also no less surprised, especially Zanita. She was getting jealous of her brother. I don't know if I got any luck from where the woman could get it all. And he gets nothing.
A husband who does not love her. The in-laws were also always suppressing him and making himself miserable every day. Complete suffering experienced by Zanita. Zayna looked very happy.
"I'm sorry, Pa. It was not my intention to lie to Papa and the family because it was the desire of the family so that I did not choose wrong. I just want a woman who really loves me, not for possessions."
"Have your family accepted Zayna?"
"God willing, Pa. Mama Aisyah loves me very much. Even treating me like his daughter." It wasn't Ayman who answered, it was Zayna.
Papa Rahmat was relieved that his daughter was treated well by others. Things he could never do. The middle-aged man could also see Zayna's happy face. His worries were not proven.
All this time Papa Rahmat was afraid if his daughter was unhappy, married to a motorcycle taxi driver. Ayman is even richer than him. It was only fitting that his son-in-law could send ten million dollars yesterday. Although it was nothing to Ayman, but it was huge for him.
"I'm sorry, if my actions have hurt Papa, Mama and family." Sesal Ayman's. She felt bad for her in-laws because she felt like she was playing tricks on them.
"That's okay with Papa. Just so you can make Zayna happy, no problem. After all whoever you are, as long as you can keep and guide Zayna to the right path, the rest is meaningless."
"Thank you, Papa, you understand me."
Fahri clenched his hands under the table. He really lost to Ayman. Though he had previously felt the upper hand because the man was not his rival, but now that the truth was open, the man did not have the strength to stare at Zayna. he had a desire to reclaim his former lover from Ayman's hands.
After the talk was over, everyone returned with their own activities. Only Zayna left to clean the table with the help of Zanita who occasionally glanced at her sister's husband. Ayman was still sitting in his place. He waited for his wife to finish her job.
"Come, Mas! We'll take a break," Zayna asked.
"It's over?" ask Ayman who is possessed by his wife.
Meanwhile, in their parents' room. Grace laid her body beside her wife. The man was still thinking about what his son-in-law had said. After this there will be a lot of drama going on.
"I hope you don't make trouble with Ayman and Zayna" Rahmat said without seeing his wife.
"What do you mean?" asked Savina who did not understand or rather pretended not to understand.
"After this I am sure you and Zanita will not be silent. Especially after seeing Zayna happy. I even thought Zanita would whine at you and ask that Ayman could leave Zayna and marry her. If you do anything to them and obey your daughter's wishes, everyone will know who Zanita really is."
"You're threatening me?"
"Why not? All this time I've been quiet doesn't mean you can do it."
"Didn't we agree to keep this a secret?"
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