The Step Sister of Tiri

71. Feeling unfair

Meanwhile, Zanita thinks what made her sister could die. Was it Zayna who did that out of revenge on him who wanted to kill him back then? Now make her brother take revenge on Zivana? However, the thought was immediately dismissed by Zanita. She knew very well that her brother could not possibly have a grudge, so what was the cause of his sister being able to die?

Zanita returned home escorted by two police officers wearing casual clothes. During the journey, the woman continued to pray that what she heard was not true. Hope his sister is okay. However, when he got to the front of the house, everything was destroyed just like that when he saw the yellow flag already fluttering.

Tears were dripping down the woman's cheeks. He did not expect his sister would leave this world so soon. All this time the woman has not been able to make Zivana happy. Zanita often scolded her sister for wearing her stuff without her permission. He also did not hesitate to hit his sister.

The shadow of being with his sister, was present in his mind. Instead Zanita saw the kindness Zayna had on her sister that she could never do. How bad he is as a brother.

"We've arrived, don't you want to go down?" ask an officer. Zanita looked around and nodded without saying a single word.

The woman got out of the car and stepped towards the house. As soon as his foot stepped on the porch of the house, there his mother looked at the body lying covered with a blanket. Zanita could see the sadness on Mama Savina's face. The middle-aged woman was only silent, but it was precisely inside her gaze that there was such a deep wound.

Not enough himself to make trouble, now his sister just leave the mother forever. Despite her weight, Zanita kept her feet moving towards Mama Savina. She wanted to hug the woman who had given birth to her and wanted to say thousands of words of apology to her mother.

"Mama," Zanita called out slowly, as she was about to approach her mother. However, the middle-aged woman was just silent with a blank look ahead. Not one bit he looked. Perhaps because of her sadness, Mama Savina was not aware of what was around her.

Zayna, who knew her sister's presence, patted her mother's shoulder and whispered, "Ma, there's Zanita. He just came."

Mom Savina looked around and sure enough, there was her daughter there. Tears that had dried up were flowing again. Zanita hugged her mother. He also cried because he was saddened by his family's current situation.

If only the woman had a little heart so as not to have evil intentions to anyone. Surely he is still beside his mother to strengthen the woman. Zanita really felt useless.

"Zivanna go, Nita. She left Mama. Now Mama herself. Mama should how?" mama Savina asked sobbing, making the woman's heart feel sliced.

"Ma, right, there's still papa with sister Zayna. They will take good care of Mom. Sorry Nita who can not accompany Mama. After my sentence is over, I will definitely return to look after Mama. Mama has to be strong until I get back" Zanita said, rubbing the middle-aged woman's back.

Mama Savina just nodded. What her daughter said was right, there was still her husband and daughter who always took good care of her. However, the woman treated him arbitrarily. The two also try to strengthen and support each other.

Time has passed, the funeral is over. Only the family remained in the cemetery. Those sad faces stared at the mound of land that was still wet. Although heavy, they try to shake it.

"Saudari Zanita, it's time for us to return" said a police officer who had escorted Zanita.

"Yes, Sir. Wait a minute" said Zanita who then spoke to her mother. He held the woman's palm. "Ma, I have to go back. Take care of your health, take care of yourself. I don't want Mama to be sick."

"Of course, I must have taken good care of myself" said Zanita then turned towards Zayna. "Sister, I'm picking up Mama. Take good care of her, until I get back. I also want to apologize all this time I've been very evil, especially the last incident. It was truly the most bod*h act I have ever done. It's not just that, actually. All this time I've been doing bod*h stuff, but now I'm really sorry. May you forgive me."

"Of course, I've forgiven you before you apologize."

"You're always good. That's what I always use. Even for now, I'm using you to look after Mama and Papa" Zanita said with a chuckle.

"What are you talking about? That's also my job as a child."

Zanita nodded then walked towards her papa. He crouched down in front of the middle-aged man. "Pa, I'm sorry, I made Papa what he is today. I also thank you, Papa has been very good to me. I'm not Papa's son, but Papa treats me like a real daughter. Thank you for loving me. Sorry if I just made Papa hard. I am currently serving my sentence for what I have done. I'll take my leave first. I hope when I meet you, I will become a better human being. Assalamualaikum," said Zanita while kissing the back of the middle-aged man's hand, then did the same to his mother and Zayna.

Zanita left with two police officers. Meanwhile, Zayna remained silent, still wrestling with her thoughts about what Zanita had said. That his sister is not the real child of Papa Rahmat. Is it true that Zayna heard?

There was envy in his heart. If Zanita is not Papa Rahmat's biological child. Why all this time his sister always got affection from his father, while he who was a biological child was precisely in the son threshed by the man. Isn't that unfair to her?

The car that took Zanita away. Ayman invited his family home. They have to prepare a tahlilan event for Zivana.

"Honey, come on, let's go home!" take Ayman while patting his wife's shoulder, to make the woman surprised.

"I—iya, Mas. What's up?"

"Come, we're home! You why? Is there a problem?"

"none. Come on, let's go home!" Zayna just passed by without waiting for another. It was usually the woman who pushed her papa's wheelchair, but now she left without looking back.

Ayman felt that something had happened to his wife, but there was no way he would ask now. When he gets home, he'll ask Zayna. Mama Savina pushed her husband's seat into Ayman's car. Both parents suspected nothing. They think that his daughter is still saddened by the loss of Zivana.

On the way home, Zayna did not speak at all. Ayman had lured her to open her mouth, but the woman was still engrossed in seeing the street through the window panes beside her. It's like it's more beautiful out there.

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