Mahram To Azira
Chapters 3.9

And here I am now. Standing in front of a large house with a large courtyard. The owner of this house may like to plant flowers because the yard of this house is planted with many flowers and there are still some garden equipment stranded in some places.

"Come on." Kenzie walked ahead of me.

I was shocked and hurriedly chased after him. Kenzie's steps are very fast. He may have done it on purpose to avoid me. After all, he didn't have to play a show here, pretending to accept and hold my hand, it was all over.

"Agh..." I accidentally stepped on this wedding dress and almost fell down.

This wedding dress is very complicated and heavy. It is difficult to walk with this weight. If I were still wearing my clothes, this dress would have been a long time ago.

"Why silence?" Kenzie stopped his steps.

Kenzie looked back to see me. His face was flat with no meaningful expression. I felt bad for his look.

"Sorry." I said awkwardly.

I picked up my dress and walked up to her.

He looked at me with narrowed eyes. I'm not sure what he's thinking right now.

"Give it." Suddenly command.

Kenzie stretched out his hands in front of me.

I'm rattled. What he wants from me and what I have to give him. My head is slow to think.

"What?"

Kening mas Kenzie. She let out a long sigh and without any cue directly took the dress cloth in my hand. My hands suddenly lost weight, much lighter and more comfortable. I became a fool instantly. My brain is slow to digest the actions of Kenzie mas that come without warning.

"Why shut up? Let's go for it."

I'm sober.

"Oh, sorry." And hurriedly apologized.

I was careless daydreaming in front of Kenzie and at the wrong time. He must be upset with me. His face seemed impatient to face me.

We then walked further forward and passed some cars parked in the yard. Surely Kenzie mas house today the arrival of many guests from his family.

Clenching my hands, I must prepare for the next days here. Frankly, I never thought my plan would go this far and I didn't think Kenzie would accept me as his wife, and even take me home. I. I feel like this isn't real.

Cclack

The front door was suddenly opened from the inside by a beautiful woman, it was probably Kenzie's mas sister because the two of them bore little resemblance. The woman was still wearing a condangan dress with beautiful makeup but frowning.

The woman puffed up her cheeks while looking at me.

"Mas Kenzie why bring this woman home?"

"Don't make trouble. He's your brother now." Mas Kenzie said indifferently.

So he's Kenzie's brother.

His sister looked at me furiously. Stripped his legs and went inside the house.

I don't think this is a good decision.

"Lake in." He cut my words.

I closed my eyes nervously mixed with anxiety. From the beginning to here I always emphasized in my head that this was the Kenzie family home, a stranger's house and not necessarily accepting me. So I have to be extra patient if the Kenzie family makes trouble for me.

"Assalamualaik." Greetings Kenzie when we enter the house.

As I expected, Kenzie's house was filled with people. There are still using condangan clothes and there are also those who use home clothes. Their faces were mostly grim looking at me and some were curious. They looked at me as if I was a rare national animal.

"Waalaikumussalam, Kenzie, come here."

Mas Kenzie's face was very flat faced with the emotions of his family's spies.

"Yes, Uncle. But I'll send Azira to our room first."

Uncle mas Kenzie saw me, "Bring him here, too." His order.

Luckily Kenzie kept me strong.

"Sorry, Uncle. Azira needs time to rest so I'll send her inside our room." Mas Kenzie said as if not seeing his Uncle's distorted expression.

"Come on." Then he took me upstairs, carefully walking up one stairway after another, beautifully decorated with flowers.

The color is so beautiful.

If Humairah were here, walking through these stairs, he would be very happy and timid to be cheered by the many temptations of the Kenzie family.

How happy Humairah was then. But that is only if only because now I am the one who is here without shame and without voices of temptation anyway.

...****...

"How is Humor now?"

Aunt Sifa had just come out of Humairah's room and was immediately intercepted by Father. Father's face was very haggard, in an instant his face aged a few years away. The last time Aunt Sifa saw her brother like this was 20 years ago when her brother had a fight with their parents.

Aunt Sifa let out a heavy sigh,"Humirah is already asleep, mas. But the fever hasn't come down much." Aunt Sifa replied sadly.

Today's incident has made their family laughed at by many people. The big family was very embarrassed and had warned Dad seriously.

Dad shook his head tired. He rubbed his haggard old face, secretly regretting his decision to bring Azira home.

"It's all my fault, Sifa. If I don't bring the boy home, Humairah won't be this sad and our family won't be laughed at by many."

I don't know what to say about Azira. He had not expected that Azira would play to this extent to get revenge. If he knew Azira was a very cunning girl, then he would never bring Azira into this house.

But everything is too late and there is no point in regretting everything that happened. Instead of regretting the past, Dad must find a way to restore his daughter's broken marriage.

You see, Humairah loves Kenzie very much and Dad knows this incident has hit his daughter very deeply.

"Mas.past time, I can't comment anything. Humairah and Azira are both princesses, mas. Their position was very awkward before, then after this incident I doubt they will reconnect. Mas, this incident has hit the heart of Humairah. This is Azira's revenge, mas, against our family. Her mother..." Shaking her head weakly, Aunt Sifa's face began to moodyly think of the past.

"I won't say anything more..." Aunt Sifa then went down to the first floor, leaving Father who was still silently staring at what his sister had said just now.

Grudges,

His daughter whom he had long neglected and left behind had this deep grudge against him. What about his mother first?