Mahram To Azira
Chapters 2.3

"Thank you, non." Yem was relieved because in fact Azira did not feel offended by his request and more pleasant, Azira was very easy to approach.

After getting into mbok Yem did not immediately sit down but he used to pick up a small suitcase located under his bed.

Pulling the suitcase out, Yem unlocks each key that seals the suitcase and shows Azira what is inside.

"This.what, mbok?" Confused Azira saw a variety of soft and still new fabrics folded neatly in it.

"This is the scarf that you're preparing for the arrival of non, Azira." Answer Mbok Yem with a genuine smile.

Yes, all these scarves you buy to welcome the arrival of Azira. Because Azira's closet does not fit anymore, mbok Yem decided to put these hijab fabrics in the suitcase because in the closet there is no place.

Stunned, Azira does not know what to respond to because she has never seen this much hijab.

"I'll wear it." Azira's disconnect makes mbok Yem once again feel relieved. At first he thought Azira would reject all of this because mbok Yem understood how the feeling of a child being dumped by his own biological father was suddenly brought back and asked to follow the rules of a fairly foreign house to him.

In fact, this was so painful for Azira because she had to obediently use the gift of the man she hated the most in this world.

A haughty man who easily dumped his mother into the most desperate place and told the world that he was her outcast bastard son.

Azira will definitely avenge all this.

"This is non, mbok help putin before we get out." Mbok Yem picked up one of the fabrics that looked to match Azira's robe.

Wearing it on Azira's head, she then carefully removed it with the shape of Azira's face that actually fits the hijab perfectly. Azira's face is not big nor small, the point is that she is very suitable to wear a hijab or not.

"It's over, non." It is a finished hijab and it does not need to do a lot of styles to make it.

"God willing, non Azira tea beautiful pisan.ya Allah." Mbok Yem does not lie when saying this, he is honest that Azira is very beautiful when wearing hijab. Actually Mbok Yem had also suspected that Azira would definitely look beautiful using a hijab, this he said because without using a hijab even Azira was very beautiful.

"Thank you, Yem." Azira thanked him awkwardly because he was still not used to the clothes and hijab he was wearing. Moreover, Mbok Yem had praised him and it made Azira did not know what to respond to.

"Yes, we've come out yuk non."

"Come, mbok."

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"So Humairah a doctor huh, mbok?" Azira was once again amazed by Humairah because in addition to being beautiful, polite and kind, Humairah also turned out to be very intelligent.

"Non Humairah is actually still not officially a doctor because he has to complete his internship a few more weeks before being officially appointed as a doctor." Clearly mbok Yem recounted his employer's extraordinary situation.

"Oh, so it's only a few weeks away." Azira muttered to herself.

"Yes non, let alone having heard that non Humairah will soon be proposed by mas Kenzie if the internship goes well."

There was a tinge of happiness when saying this and mbok Yem did not try to cover up his feelings of admiration for Humairah. His employers carefully raised him with affection.

"Mas Kenzie?" Suddenly this name sounded memorable to Azira.

Azira was not sure because maybe it was just an illusion. Right, it's just an illusion.

"Good shit I forgot that non Azira doesn't know who Kenzie is." Mbok forgets that Azira is a new member of the house and does not yet know who Kenzie is.

"Mas Kenzie is a surgeon at a hospital where non Humairah interns. Listen Kenzie mas save the taste in non Humairah, even sometimes mas Kenzie will visit here under the pretext of bercilaturahmi. Haha.who knows if Kenzie's intentions actually want to see a non Humairah." Mbok could not help but laugh every time given Kenzie's sudden visit to this house.

Anyone would know and be able to see that the purpose of the man actually wants to see Humairah alone.

"Why?" This was a question that his lips suddenly spoke spontaneously. The feeling of jealousy came to his heart and Azira felt that Humairah was too lucky in this world. Well, he's very, very lucky.

Because in addition to being born rich and loved by everyone, he also turned out to be smart and loved by a great man.

He had everything Azira didn't have. The affection of a warm family, the wealth that Azira and her mother painstakingly sought, the intelligence that was much higher than Azira, the higher education that Azira never imagined, and a great man who loved her.

He has everything, and that is undeniable. And he is Azira Humaira. He has many flaws, many!

He was born just to be a mockery, hey, isn't God too unfair to him?

Honestly Azira.yah, he also wanted to be like Humairah.

Azira wants him and his mother to be able to live a quiet and peaceful life as the Humairah family.

But.but baby..

He was unlucky and destined to be a weed in this world. Hahahaha.. pathetic, isn't it?

"Actually Kenzie's mas had a strong reason for coming to this non house, Azira."

Forced smile, "What reason?"

"The reason that the two parents of Kenzie mas friendly with the master and mistress, so the relationship between mas Kenzie and non Humairah has been sanctioned since long ago."

"Ka"

"Azira!" There was someone calling out in a loud voice, which made Azira and Mbok Yem spontaneously turn their attention towards the source of the sound.

Ck, tsk,

He was annoyed when he saw who the person who called him was. He became angry and angry.

"Why did that old lady come here?" Azira growled when she saw the person who called her was the old lady who the other day wanted to take her away.

He's the owner of the nightclub where his mother used to work. The greedy old lady who had cornered her mother to the extent of her suffering.

"Mbok just stay here and don't tell anyone about this." Azira's sweat before leaving, then without waiting for an answer, he had already stepped away from her.

"Did you still not understand what I said last time?" Azira asked annoyedly as she pulled the woman's hand following her away from the gate.