The Step Sister of Tiri

74. Give him some time

While outside the room, Mama Savina and Ayman are no less sad to hear it. The man had wanted to go for a walk, canceling his intentions due to drizzle. As she was going to her room she saw her mother-in-law standing next to her bedroom door. He who was curious also wanted to ask. However, the woman placed her index finger on her lips.

The two heard all the talk between papa and the boy. Ayman did not expect Zayna to experience all of that. He felt guilty that last night had forced his wife, not knowing how she felt.

Mama Savina sobbed while closing her mouth so that her crying voice would not come out. Guilt for the child is back. He admitted that what Zayna said was true. The woman had never cared at all about the state of this family's eldest daughter.

Time cannot be rotated. Mama Savina wants to make amends for all her mistakes right now. If Zayna hated him, she would accept it because she deserved it.

"I'm sorry Papa. An apology is not enough to treat your wounds. Papa will make up for all the mistakes Papa has done so far," said Papa Rahmat after their cries subsided.

"In what way? Doing good? Accept my wishes? Or give me a toy? Unfortunately time cannot be replayed" said Zayna cynically. "Papa's better get out. I want a break."

Zayna laid her body on her back to Papa Grace. Tears dripped from the corner of her eye. The wound was bleeding again. This time it might not be healed.

Papa Rahmat wants to talk again, but seeing Zayna who does not want to be disturbed also undoes his intention. The man chose to go outside. He will talk to his daughter again at the right time.

Papa Mercy has come out of Zayna's room. She could see Mama Savina who was already crying. The man also saw his daughter-in-law who was still standing there. Papa Rahmat grasped the palm of his wife, trying to strengthen each other.

The man codes Mama Savina and Ayman to leave from there. He does not want Zayna to see their existence which will only add to the problem. The three men decided to go to the back of the house to chat for a while there.

When they arrived, they sat in the available seats. Both are silent. Not knowing where to start the conversation.

"I'm sorry Mama. Mama made Zayna hate Papa so much. It was all Mama's fault. Mama should be able to love Zayna like Mama's own child," said Mama Savina who returned crying.

Papa Rahmat immediately embraced the wife and said, "Not to be discussed anymore. It's all over. What matters now is how we make up for all the mistakes we made before. Too many mistakes we made with Zayna. Just saying sorry won't make up for everything."

Mama Savina wiped her tears. It is true what her husband said. They have to make up for what they've been doing all along. There are too many sins that they commit, especially themselves, who begin.

"Does Papa have a plan?"

"no one yet. Papa is also confused as to how."

"I'm sorry, if I interrupt. Zayna is a good woman. He will definitely forgive Papa and Mama, but from what I see now, he just needs time. Give him peace first. Don't force him to accept everything so easily. The wound in his heart is so deep, it can't be if it forces him" Ayman said.

"So you mean, we just let it go?" ask Papa Rahmat.

"Don't let it, Pa, but give Zayna time. I'm sure there will be a time where he can sincerely accept everything. If allowed, I want to bring Zayna home first. When his heart is calm and able to think clearly, I will speak to him myself and bring him here. Hopefully he can forgive Papa and Mama's mistakes."

"If it's about that, I don't know either. It all comes back to Zayna. He who has the right to himself, whether or not to forgive, is important for this moment of tranquility for Zayna. Later Papa and Mama can try to apologize to him. Didn't Papa and Mama want to make amends to Zayna? What's wrong if you beg him. I think it's necessary too. Whether you're his parents or not, everyone who's wrong still has to apologize, right?"

Papa Rahmat and Mama Savina nodded. Ayman is right, they must try to apologize from Zayna for the mistake that both of them have made. Not only the two of them, but also the mistakes that Zanita and Zivana's late wife had made.

Ayman hopes that her in-laws understand her decision. He could not bear to see the sad face of his wife. Hopefully by taking her away, can make Zayna expand her heart.

"If it's the best decision, Papa will. Hopefully later he will forgive our mistakes," said Papa Rahmat.

"Amin, hopefully, Pa."

The door of the house was knocked on by someone. Ayman went outside to see who was coming. It turned out to be the food courier who delivered his order earlier. The man took her to the dining room. Both of his parents came closer.

"Who's coming, Man?" mama asked Savina while pushing her husband's wheelchair.

"Introduction to food, Ma," Ayman replied. "Papa Mama, have breakfast first. I'll take Zayna's breakfast to her room. He wouldn't want to if I asked him to come here."

Papa Rahmat and Mama Savina both nodded. They understand that. Both of them would also definitely do the same when his heart was injured.

Ayman brought two boxes of food into the room. One for Zayna and the other for herself. The man knocked on the door and opened it. He saw his wife turn her back to the door with trembling shoulders. That's a sign Zayna is crying.

"Honey," called Ayman while rubbing his wife's arm.

"Hmm" muttered Zayna, answering her husband's call.

Ayman, who knew his wife was not well, lay down beside her and hugged her from behind. Instantly making Zayna's cries more and more audible. Ayman felt sad to hear it. All this time he tried to keep his wife no longer shed tears of sadness, but now Zayna was very hurt.

"Cry, spill everything on your chest" whispered Ayman, making Zayna turn and drowning her head in her husband's chest. The most comfortable place for him so far, which the woman did not get from his family, especially the papa. Zayna was grateful, there was at least someone she could back up with.

Ayman rubbed his wife's back. Occasionally kissed her forehead. He wanted to give the woman time first.

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