Hijrah Love Casanova
Treated Like Them. (Fire )

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"You don't have to pretend to cry so I can feel sorry for you, Fira. I will never be exposed to the seduction of a woman who is in a good disguise like you." said Zayn still staring intently at his wife who only shed tears. However, not much, just a few drops, Shafira had already wiped her tears again.

"Other than treasure, what else are you after me?" accuse the young man for no reason of having bad thoughts on the woman he married yesterday afternoon.

"Astaghfirullah, Mom. Let alone intend that. Just thinking in my mind, I dare not do so. I accepted an arranged marriage between us because I wanted to serve both my parents and because of me..."

Fira did not continue with her words anymore as she was already able to calm her deeply wounded heart.

"Haa... ha. Then because you want to be devoted to your parents, you involve me in it?" zayn's discordant laughter. The young man had yet to leave the spacious room only measuring around four times three.

What a very small room for the size of a house as big and luxurious as Zayn's private house. However, Shafira who is not glare will treasure. It's okay to stay in a room like that. Even for him the room was very luxurious and spacious.

Although Zayn has not said that it is a room for him alone. But Fira already knew that they definitely could not sleep one room. You see, before coming out of Zayn's room at his in-laws' house this morning. The young man had said that it was crowded to see Fira in his room.

"No! I've never been involved, Mas Zayn or anyone else. But it is fate that makes us both husband and wife." Shafira answered bravely because she did not feel like she had done anything wrong.

"I think you want to continue your charade as a pretentious saint and speak meekly. Though behind it all there is only a rottenness that wants to enjoy luxury," Zayn's lips keep his back to his wife.

I don't know why the young man didn't just leave Fira's room. If he doesn't like his wife. Should have just left. Not just intentionally standing there to argue.

Heard the scorn of her husband. Shafira did not cry, but instead smiled a little.

"Do you know, to accept our match. I prayed every third of the night to get a clue from God and that answer I got almost a month later. That's the second reason I answered yes, which I answered, when the two of Mas's parents came to follow for the answer they had asked me before." said Shafira paused for a moment before returning again to say.

"I am not as beautiful as Aisah, nor as gentle as Khodijah. However, I'm just an ordinary woman who wants to be taken care of like them." continued Shafira as she walked closer to Zayn and stood about a meter and a half from her husband.

"Mas, our marriage is legal in religion and country. Let's both start from this house. I did not ask that Mas love me, because of the perfection I have. But---"

"Just dream of you, Fira. Nevermind! I don't want to hear that shit from your venomous mouth" Zayn pulled his hand out of the pocket of his side pants and reached into his back pocket again to take the money from his wallet.

"It's money for you to shop for kitchens. You have to be frugal because this money should be enough for one week. Your duties at home are as I said before." After saying that Zayn stepped in to leave the room.

However, when he arrived at the door, Zayn stopped where he was standing, not looking at Shafira.

"One more thing, you must not interfere in my affairs and are also forbidden to tell this to my parents. Otherwise you'll just accept what I'm going to do with your family." she threatened before closing Fira's bedroom door by slamming it hard enough

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