Mahram To Azira
Chapters 3.3

Hearing Humairah's brief explanation, Azira's thin lips then lifted into a faint smile.

"Ah, so it's like this." Mumbled concluded.

"Then what about you?" Tanya Humairah tried to calm her racing heartbeat.

"With me what?" Azira was not understanding.

"Do you have a man who catches your attention?" He also wondered if his brother had a man who caught his attention.

Because, some days stay here Humairah never saw him out of the house or contact other men. Ah, more precisely Azira does not have a mobile phone so never do any communication.

If he knew like this then Humairah might have bought him a new phone because he knew Azira must be embarrassed to ask Dad and Mama, he was still awkward.

Unlike the thought of Humairah, Azira was actually reminded of a handsome figure who saved her a few days ago. The perfect brave figure, even his unusually handsome physical form could not be forgotten in just a few days. He admitted if far from his heart he was quite interested in the figure of a handsome man. Moreover, the man was his savior so to fall in love with him was something that was not impossible.

But, uh,

Azira is self-conscious for her insignificant self-esteem. This man from his looks alone had already been seen if he was a person who was and definitely from an honorable circle. In contrast to her being born from the womb of a despicable night-working mother.

Azira is not crazy to chase after him.

"I don't have anyone to think about right now, I still want to be alone." Azira replied casually, showing a reassuring facial expression.

There was no time to think of anyone else because the most important thing right now was to avenge his mother!

"Humairah, it's time for you to lower your hood." Aunt Sifa said in a hurry to enter the bridal room.

Surprised as well nervous, "But aunt isn't this the time yet?" Ask a nervous Humairah. As he remembered it was still dawn so why would he suddenly have to lower the hood that fast?

Aunt Sifa smiled slightly as she tidied up Humairah's hood, tidying up so that no one else would notice her nephew's pretty face.

"It's not yet time yet, look the sun is shining brightly and your future husband has told you that in 10 minutes they will get here." Reminds the Humairah.

Fortunately, at this time Humairah has used her hood or if not she must have been very embarrassed because her cheeks now really feel hot.

"It feels so fast." Humor did not expect that time passed so quickly.

Aunt Sifa smiled as she turned her gaze to look at Azira who had just sat there watching.

"Azira, can you accompany Humairah here? Safa's aunt and I have to take care of the others first. Later when the time comes you don't worry because Safa's aunt and I will keep Humairah here." Aunt Sifa was very busy and there was no time to accompany Azira for a while.

After all the preparations are perfect, the two of them will ride with their one and only beloved niece facing her bright life line.

Hearing that Azira's smile was getting sweeter, he obediently and enthusiastically nodded quickly. It seemed like this phase was what he had been waiting for the most all along.

"Don't worry auntie because I'll keep Humairah here before you guys come." Promise reassured.

Aunt Sifa let out a sigh of relief, it was fortunate that there was Azira here she thought. Because if not, then he does not know how to take care of the problems that are below quickly.

"Alright, then aunt down first and if Humairah is thirsty you can give her water there," Pointing the food and water that is already available on the Humairah dressing table.

After being convinced like that then Aunt Sifa could calmly leave her beloved niece in this room. Closing the door of the room, finally there was only Azira and Humairah in this room.

"Azira, where are you going?" Humairah asked nervously as soon as she saw the faint figure of Azira getting up from her seat and walking towards the door.

"I'm gonna lock the door because aunt said no one's allowed in but them." Azira said.

Locking it with a smile of satisfaction, he then brought his steps back to his seat.

The public who was so nervous certainly did not notice the awkwardness that Azira's attitude. He was just busy with his own business, even his two hands were currently sweating a lot holding back his increasing nervousness.

"Are you thirsty?" Azira asked fishing after noticing how nervous Humairah was.

"No, but a little drink tastes better." Answer Humairah.

He did not feel thirsty but because he was nervous at the moment it was okay to drink a little water. After all, it was actually good because this way his body's energy was not problematic.

Without any suspicious movement Azira took a glass of water that was deliberately prepared for Humairah, then her thin back carefully blocked Humairah's view of what she was doing.

Taking out one clear bottle from his left arm, his right hand then neatly dripped the liquid inside.

One drop.

Two drops.

Three drops.

Everything was as planned, there was no need to stir it because basically this liquid was exactly like water so it did not leave any suspicions.

"Drink slowly." His whisper while smiling cynically, felt a happy feeling that continued to tickle his chest.

"Thank you." Humairah said thank you while drinking the water given by Azira without any suspicion.

At first he felt nothing until half a minute later his vision became unfocused and his body felt limp.

"Aw.ra?" Call Humairah feel confused.

He wondered why his body suddenly felt like this, could it be that Azira mixed something into his drink?

But isn't that impossible?

They are brothers, right?

"How are you feeling now?" Azira asked scornfully as she revealed the rough hood of Humairah's head. Revealing the pale face of Humairah who was already helpless under the influence of medicine.

"What is.you..mix it..into my drink?" With great difficulty Humairah finished his words, really his body is really limp at this time so opening his mouth only feels very difficult.

Smiling coldly, Azira stood haughtily staring at Humairah who was slowly losing her strength. Even to make a sound, he had great difficulty. It's so much fun! she was happy to see the disappointment that was engraved beautifully on the beautiful face of Humairah.