Mahram To Azira
Chapters 2.5

Azira did not know why her feelings had suddenly become uncomfortable and uneasy. He seemed to feel a bad premonition that threatened the safety of his soul but he was not sure whether this was just a hallucination or not.

"It's a drink first, non." Mbok Yem handed him a glass of water which he deliberately provided while chatting with Azira before.

Azira did not refuse and accepted it obediently, after all she also felt thirsty upon her return from the greedy old man who did not know himself.

He desperately hoped that the greedy woman would not interfere with his life anymore. Besides being fed up, she desperately wants to escape the entanglement of her mother's suffering while still working in the greedy woman. Hah.obviously she's old but still dressed like a girl, pathetic.

"Thank you, mbok." He drank it one breath without leaving a single drop in the clear glass.

"Non, want some more?" Ask for attention.

Seeing Azira who was so thirsty he thought one glass would not be enough because usually people who live in the village are not used to drinking expensive drinks like this. How pity.

Hey, don't get me wrong.

This is not plain water but real mineral water taken from the mountains. Usually this mineral water company will send them a water supply once every 3 days. It is still a lot left because the supplies are too abundant at home.

"No, thank you." Reject Azira politely with straight-forward eyes.

One glass is enough. From childhood he was used to living a simple life and trying to save on food or drinks.

Even though he now lives with his wealthy father, this habit will not be easy to change in a short time.

And for now he was still stuck inside his own mind.

"Mbok, this isn't plain water huh?" The question is not serious.

But if you look at the taste and color is somewhat different from what he had at home first, or maybe the water in his home is ugly it feels to see the place is so shabby and unkempt.

While the water that he drank earlier tastes very different like there are sweet, odorless, and clear. How to explain it well.this is a natural and soothing fragrance from nature. Moreover, it tastes good, Azira never knew there was water as good as this when it was not mixed with any ingredients.

"This is not ordinary water, non, but this is water that is specially imported from the mountains. Ladies and gentlemen want everyone to drink this water because it has a very high content of minerals and is very good for the body. Therefore it tastes a little different compared to the water drinks out there." The admiration of Mbok Yem to this family is really not hidden.

In her little heart, Azira begins to wonder if mbok Yem knows the dark side of this family?

Does Mbok Yem know how cruel the people in this house are?

If he knew, would he stop admiring them or just the opposite, he did not care?

This drink is not only drunk by family members, but workers and servants in this house are free to drink it as they please as long as not to throw it away, fear mubasir.

"Ooh.." So it's like this.

Rich people always know how to use abundant money, unlike him and his mother who have to take the unusual path to get a piece of dime.

God, again unfair.

"Non, who was that tea?" Tanya Mbok Yem with her calm face.

Stunned, for a moment Azira was confused to answer what because mbok Yem in his eyes was not a dangerous person.

"That's nobody, mbok. Ah, it seems like it has entered magrib time, so being outside the house is not a good solution when magrib. Mom said at this time many jinn or subtle creatures roam, so it's better to stay indoors and don't leave the house first." Then he immediately left mbok Yem who had not had time to say anything.

Who knows if he's a spy?

Therefore Azira did not want to take the risk and chose not to get along too much.

"Azira, we pray together yuk." When entering the house he was invaded by Humairah.

Humairah stuck to him with a beautiful mukena suit that has a beautiful color, so dazzling when Humairah use it especially when standing under the light of night lights. She's like a model.

"I'm an idol, Humairah." Of course this is a lie.

He cannot pray, ah. more precisely he cannot recite prayers. Worship or anything related to God, Azira chose to ignore it. God has ignored him all along. Then let's just say this is reciprocal.

If he wants to pretend to pray with them then it could be because he can follow their prayer movements from behind. But what if he is asked to read our holy Qur'an?

Hahahaha.it's suicide, isn't it?

So, the best option for Azira right now was to lie. Till when?

Until he can find a solution to this problem on his own.

"Huh. pity that you are in trouble, it's okay, after all we can also pray and teach together when you have finished the obstacle." Humairah appealed to himself for not being able to spend time with his brother in terms of religious activities.

"Humairah, let's get to mushola. The others have gathered there and it is not good to postpone prayer." Call Mama Mama Humairah softly to her daughter who is fond of buying Azira.

His father's wife had not been willing to look at him at all since he had lived here. Perhaps for her she is an unsightly scourge and will always remind her of her husband's first wife, Azira's mother.

"Then I go firstwell, I'll see you at dinner tonight." Pamit Humairah while releasing her hand from Azira's arm.

They went into the family mosque, leaving only Azira standing alone in the living room. He looked at their backs that were getting smaller and away, seeing that his heart suddenly felt empty. He was empty and he did not understand why it had become hollow.

"Well, pretty good acting." A person's voice suddenly interrupted Azira's daydream.

"Oh, aunt Safa." He said, withdrawing from his mind. His voice was indifferent without fear.

It turned out that the person who was bothering her was Safa's aunt who was now neatly wrapped in mucous cloth.

She looked elegant and beautiful, amazing.gen this family was indeed not kidding.

"But dear Azira, your lies will not last long because sooner or later you will join us for worship. And when that day comes, I'll make sure you lose face for not knowing anything about our religion. Tell Azira, your mother never taught you about our religion, did she? Hahah.yeah is the answer yes. Isn't that Azira?" Ejek aunty Safa greatly enjoyed Azira's distorted face.

As he had expected, they actually knew that he lacked religion and deliberately lured him into lying, embarrassing himself.

See, aren't they no different from snakes?

"Aunt Safa, the people have gathered in the mosque, are you not afraid of praying late with others?" Azira's words diverted the conversation, expelling Safa's aunt from her reach in a subtle way.

Grunting dislike, "Baseless shameless trash." He moved away from Azira.

He went after the others to perform the congregational magrib prayer. This is always a routine they do every day and never take a vacation even though.