The Step Sister of Tiri

75. Nausea and affection

"We have breakfast, yuk! You haven't had breakfast, have you? It's almost noon" said Ayman, immediately making Zayna who was in his arms realize that the husband should work, but now the man was here to calm him down.

"Mas, you should be working, right? I'm sorry I kept you here."

"No need to apologize. You've always been like that. I am my Husband it is appropriate that I accompany you in a state of joy and sorrow. I know my wife's not okay now because I told her the same thing."

"If you're off today, is that okay?"

"Of course it's okay. I'm the boss over there, so everyone's free."

"Why are you being so arrogant?"

"Not arrogant, but telling the truth" Ayman said, making Zayna smash her lips.

"Come, we'll have breakfast! If it's cold it won't be good."

Zayna nodded and woke up from her sleep, as did Ayman. The man took the rice box he had brought and handed it to his wife.

"Attent, Mas. I washed my hands" said Zayna, who then passed to the bathroom followed by Ayman. The man had not washed his hands either. The two enjoy breakfast quietly, occasionally Ayman staring at the wife who looks still damp.

"Why did you see me like that, Mas was I ugly crying earlier?"

"Yes is ugly. Where there's someone who's crying pretty."

"Why don't you just lie, say I'm beautiful, so bete, right!" sahut Zayna pursed her lips to make Ayman chuckle.

"Yes, my wife is the second most beautiful."

"Not to praise it if you have to."

"No dong, honey. You're the second most beautiful woman in the world" said Ayman makes Zayna cheeks blush.

The man rarely praised his wife for that when he said something, Zayna must have blushed. That woman is also not a crazy person for compliments. However, when a loved man admires her, there must be something that makes her flowery.

"Thank you."

"You don't want to know who's number one?"

"No, lah. I know who's number one."

Ayman smiled and resumed his breakfast. Zayna did not need to ask, everyone knows who the most beautiful woman for a man. The opposite is true for a woman. When he finished, Ayman wanted to talk to his wife about his wishes. He does not want to buy time which will make Zayna hurt.

"Darling, I want to say something" Ayman said in a serious tone.

"Yes, what's the talk, Mas?" ask Zayna back while cleaning up their food.

"How about we go to my parents' house?" ayman asked, making Zayna quiet while looking at the man. "I'm sorry before. I heard all the talk you and Papa had because of that, we better go home to my parents. We calm each other's minds. Once you feel fine, we can come here. That's if you want to."

"What about Papa? He was sick, no one took care of him. If Mama Savina was alone, it would be a pity," asked Zayna softly.

Ayman smiled, but his wife never changed. Even though his heart had been hurt, he still thought about the situation of his parents. If it was someone else, it was certain that they would just leave without thinking about the circumstances of their parents.

The man was more and more convinced of his decision. Maybe after parting, there will be longing and other feelings that they never thought of. Hopefully, Papa Rahmat and Mama Savina will also change for the better.

"You still want to take care of Papa? See Papa every day?" ayman asked Zayna to keep her head down. Don't know what to answer. "You don't have to worry about Papa. I'll hire a nurse to take care of Papa and also train Papa to walk. Hopefully, Papa can walk back."

Zayna smiled and immediately hugged her husband. He was very grateful to have a husband like Ayman, who always understood his circumstances and always understood his wife's wishes.

"Thank you, Mum. You always understand what I need."

"I just don't want you to always be sad. Whatever the circumstances, I just want you to always smile."

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The next morning Zayna and Ayman actually left Papa Rahmat's house. He also hired a nurse. At first, his father-in-law refused. However, by force and Ayman's words that say if this is Zayna's request, Papa Rahmat finally accepted it.

During the journey Zayna was silent. I don't know what he's thinking, Ayman just shut it down. The man did not want the wife's calm to be disturbed. He was sure that the woman was thinking about her problem.

Ayman called his mother and told her everything. He wanted Mama Aisyah to comfort his wife later, but the man did not want her attitude to be too excessive, which would further make Zayna feel bad. The middle-aged woman also supported him. He knows exactly what he's going to do.

After a long time in the air, the plane finally arrived at its destination. Ayman led his wife down. Once out there was Mr. Doni waiting for them. The man immediately approached his employer and helped carry the suitcase.

"Why is Mama home, Mr Doni?" ayman asked after they boarded the car and left the airport.

"If you are in the office. If the madam is home. Madam was very happy to hear the return of Mr. Ayman and Neng Zayna. He's busy making cookies."

"really? Tumben once Mama makes me a cake, I can't wait to taste it."

"I also want to taste it, Mas," interrupted Zayna making Ayman smile, then nodded. As soon as she got home, Mama Aisyah was waiting in front of the house The woman folded her hands in front of her chest as if very angry at the child and her daughter-in-law. Ayman and Zayna approached Mama Aisyah and said hello.

"Assalamualaik."

"Waalaikumsalam, why is it only now home? Mama told you you had to go home yesterday. Why now?" mama Aisyah asked with a faint tone to Zayna.

"Ma, I didn't let Zayna go home. Kala—"

"Ayman, Mama didn't ask you. Mama asked this mother's daughter-in-law. It is possible that he ignored my mother's request," Mama Aisyah grumbled with a faint tone as she glanced at her daughter-in-law. He had deliberately asked Zayna to speak.

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