Mahram To Azira
Chapters 20.2

After the ashar prayer, Kenzie and I went straight to the event. Mas Kenzie said the show was at a beachfront villa. It just so happened that the beach was on the edge of town so we didn't take long to get there. Half an hour later we finally reached the beach. Precisely in front of a luxurious building shades of clean white which is very harmonious with the view of the sea here.

From the front page I could hear the voices of the people inside. His voice was crowded, surely the people gathered were not few. Just thinking about it makes me nervous. I wish I could communicate well with them because they are my husband's friends.

"Mas Kenzie!" The loud cry of a woman drew my mind wandering far away.

I turned to look towards the entrance. In front of the entrance of the villa stood a beautiful woman with a rosy face. Waving excited hands to my husband.

One thing caught my attention. That's our clothes. The style I wear with it is the same but different in color. I'm appalled. I remember people at the boutique saying that this game was their design and there was only one in the store, but why is that woman now using the same model as me?

"Mas Kenzie, I miss you so much. How are you doing here? I heard you're married." Perhaps out of impatience, the woman walked quickly up to us - oh, which I noticed she was already impatient to see my husband.

From afar I could see this woman was beautiful, but after approaching, I suddenly felt inferior because this woman was very beautiful and at the same time very fragrant.

"Mara, long time no see. The news is that I'm fine here, especially after marriage, my life is getting better. Oh yeah, meet my wife, her name is Azira." My back was pushed forward by my husband.

The amara?

Deg

My heart is beating very fast. The woman who had been haunting me and making me trapped in fear turned out to have a very beautiful face. I can understand why it would be difficult for my husband to let go of his first love if Amara was this woman.

"Oh Azira, I've heard about your wife from Nabil's sister. Hum, as my sister said, she is a very beautiful woman, I am embarrassed to stand in front of her." He smiles and is very friendly.

He's different from Meri. He did not look down on people and was always friendly to me, as if I were his close friend.

Here, I'm getting embarrassed and questioning myself.

As long as he talked to my husband, my smile slowly became stiff. I feel uncomfortable being between the two of them. It's like I'm interrupting their reunion.

"Oh, Amara, let them both in. If you keep talking to Kenzie there, then we'll all be mushrooming waiting for you two." Nabil's loud voice from the front entrance.

Whether it was just my feelings or not, I felt that Nabil was deliberately shrinking my presence.

"Ah... I'm too excited, I'm sorry. Mas Kenzie and Azira, let's go inside. Today is a celebration of my return to Indonesia. Ugh, actually I don't want to make this show but the other friends insist. He said they missed me so much, hahahah...."

Ah, so the event that my husband is waiting for is a celebration of Amara's return to Indonesia. Now I get it. No, not like this. My husband already has me in his heart, well, he already has me.

It's just that my heart feels a little uncomfortable. Oh God, my heart is broken. Maybe I'm too jealous.

"Amara and Kenzie, how did you two feel after being separated for so long?"

As soon as we entered the villa, a foreign man suddenly asked my husband and Amara.

I subconsciously looked towards my husband. Although he was not smiling, the light in his eyes showed that he was in a good mood right now.

My heart feels uncomfortable. Ugh, some kind of pain I can't explain.

"just fine. I'm glad he's back in Indonesia." This is my husband's answer.

After my husband answered, people started whistling and some were clapping.

"Can old love come back?"

"Don't talk nonsense. Here is Kenzie's wife. Please take care of Azira's feelings."

It was supposed to be Kenzie who said this because I was his wife, but it was Amara who understood my position better. While Kenzie was silent without making a sound, his attitude showed as if I wasn't here. Why do I feel like Kenzie's a little weird?

"Azira, brother Nabil once said that Azira cuisine is very good. Well you happen to be here, why don't you help us cook? You see, the chef we called hasn't come here yet and my friends are hungry." Amara is talking to me now.

Cooking for so many people?

L'm... I'm not unwilling but unable to because I'm not feeling well right now. If I'm fit maybe I can work on it, but for now it seems hard to say.

"Do I do it myself?" I asked empty.

Kenzie held my hand gently.

"I'll help you in the kitchen."

"Not to bother Kenzie. My wife is just so here. Let him and Azira cook. You're a man, you don't deserve to go into the kitchen. Let's go out and talk again. We have a lot of business to talk about." Someone hastily prevented my husband.

I also had time to think so. My husband must be tired of working in the hospital so he shouldn't have helped me in the kitchen. Fortunately there are still women here who will help me work in the kitchen.

But what makes me even more uncomfortable is that Kenzie just took their call.

"Azira, if you need anything, call me." Kenzie told me before he left.

I smiled thinly.

"Sure, mas."

I thought Amara was going to stay in the kitchen, too, but it turned out that she was going with my husband. While I was standing blankly here looking at the backs of my husband and Amara who were walking side by side slowly away from my sight.

Amara and my husband chatted casually together. Their communication is very smooth and their attitude is quite intimate. Yeah, I'm jealous. I was so jealous to see their closeness. Even after marrying my husband, we didn't talk surfing.

My husband is more silent and listening than talking when he is with me. But as soon as he meets Amara. The frequency of speaking is much higher. It looks a bit excited.

"Huh..." What the hell am I thinking about this?

"Azira, let's get started. People are starving. So while waiting for the chef to come, we will cook some simple dishes first. Can you take care of seafood?" The woman asked me.

I nodded my head lightly.

"I can."

He smiled, looking a bit strange, from the look in his eyes he was like he was feeling sorry for me.

"Then I'll hand over the seafood business to you, while I'll cook the vegetables. How's it?"

I don't have a choice. This woman does not seem to want to compromise. So I took it for granted.

After making the decision we work on each other's business. While cooking occasionally I would look outwards, looking at my husband who was still standing close to Amara.

I used to feel that my husband was anti-women. He always kept his distance from any woman he met. But now I find that my husband may not be anti-woman.

I don't know how many times I've breathed. I think my chest is still tight. I drank a lot of water to relieve it.

"Azira, can I help you?" Amara walked into the kitchen still with her brilliant smile.

"Everything's sorted out. Just wait for some menu to ripen and the rest can be served immediately." I said while showing some pots on the stove.

"Woah, the fragrance is very fragrant. It must taste really good." He said he praised me.

He then pointed at the cooked dish, "Can I taste it?"

"Byeah, this just ripened. Because the air is big I decided to make sweet sour shrimp, so it is not too spicy and suitable for people who do not like spicy." I shifted the sweet-sour shrimp dish in front of him.

Amara suddenly looked at me. Her smile was sweet, bright-looking which made people comfortable when talking to her.

"Thank you, I'll try." He held up the plate with his left hand while his right hand held the fork.

Then under the watchful eye of my eyes and the smoldering eyes of the woman beside me, Amara put one shrimp seed directly into her mouth.

I was nervous waiting for his reaction. Is my cooking good?

Prangs!

The plate on his left hand suddenly fell. Amara coughed severely, her face flushed brightly like boiled shrimp and her right hand trembled holding her chest. He looks very sick. What the hell's going on?

Was Amara poisoned?

"Marrata!" The woman's panicked cry instantly resuscitated me from the daydream.

I rushed over to Amara, feeling her body start convulsing with a frothy mouth. This sight is so scary. My knees are weak, I can't get up.

"Please..please!" The woman's loud shout instantly attracted the attention of the people outside.

Brakes

The kitchen door was slammed by someone. When I looked around, I saw my husband's pale face. He looks so cold.

With big steps he came here.

"What's going on - Amara, what's going on with Amara?" My husband's voice panicked.

"I... I don't know, mas. All of a sudden he fell down after eating the shrimp on the plate" before I finished speaking, mes Kenzie interrupted my speech.

"You feed him shrimp?" Kenzie asked with a cold voice and glaring eyes.

L'm... I was so scared. It was the first time I saw my husband this angry.

He's like a different person. He is not the husband I know at home.

"L-yes, because Amara said she wanted to eat it"

"Lied!"

Again my words were cut. But this time it wasn't my husband, it was the woman who cooked with me in the kitchen.

"liying?" Where I lied.

"You lied. Amara has said that she is allergic to shrimp, but you keep forcing her to taste your dishes. You said just tasting a little was okay so he was forced to eat your cooking!"

It's slander!

This is slander! What the woman said was a true lie. I never forced Amara to eat my food. Unless he wants to eat my own food. Besides Amara never explained that she had allergies, if I knew she had allergies, I would definitely never let her eat shrimp!

"I never-"

"Okay, stop talking, it doesn't matter! Me and the other guys are gonna send Amara to the hospital first!" Mas Kenzie snapped at me with a cold face.

After that he took Amara into a hug and lifted her up to be taken away. I wanted to go but Kenzie warned me with a cold look. He wouldn't let me go to the hospital.

"Go home, you're not needed there." After that, he quickly left the kitchen.

Everybody's gone. Leave me alone here. Even the person I love the most also left without even looking at me.

Suddenly I felt cold. This feeling of loneliness, this feeling of abandonment reminds me of the day that Dad turned his face away from my mother.10 years ago, He looked at my mother coldly and asked that she never appear again in his life.

I used to wonder how much pain my mother felt when she heard the man she loved the most on earth begging her to leave and disappear?

Now it's... The tightness and pain in my heart, could it feel the same as my mother used to feel?

"I didn't... I never forced Amara to eat my food, and she never said she had any allergies. I really don't... He's lying, my husband.please trust him...."

Oh Allah my chest is tight, it hurts so much, O Allah. I was afraid to see my husband's anger and I was so afraid that my husband would hate me. It was very uncomfortable, God.

I don't know how long I've been crying here. Because when I looked out, the sky had already started to darken. I hurriedly wiped my tears, clearing those annoying tears. Can't cry. I don't like to cry. Crying means proving that I am a weak person.

I hurried out of the villa. It's very quiet here. There's no human. Everyone has gone. Not even the chef who was said to be on his way was there.

"I suspect that Amara deliberately ate the shrimp. She is allergic to shrimp and knows her health well. I'm sure Amara's trying to frame me." And stupidly I got into a trap that he made.

Depressing.

"Where is Kenzie?" Just another night.

Who will send me home.

"I'll call him." I took the phone from the bag and immediately called Kenzie.

"Mas, let's go and lift." I bit her lips in dismay.

But many times I tried to call, but Kenzie did not answer my phone.

"I'd better just send a message.."

Mas, I'm going home. You where?

Click send, I wait.

But just like throwing a stone into the sea, I did not get any reply from my husband. Silent and desolate, just like the vast sea that was in front of me right now.

So silent. Suddenly I felt sorry for myself in despair.