Mahram To Azira
Chapters 4.7

Huh...

"Where are you going Kenzie?" I was getting bored.

Ah, honestly, it's better not to meet first because every time I meet Kenzie, I always feel overwhelmed by it.

"This room is pretty good." My eyes looked around the room.

Last night because I was too nervous I didn't pay attention to this room well. Now that I was alone, I was finally able to observe this room well.

The room is quite simple and not too crowded. In one room that is quite large, there are 3 wardrobes lined up neatly connected to each other. Then next to the wardrobe, there is a bookcase that is directly in contact with the window of the room, like a small room that is deliberately in a minimalist design like an office. There is a Kenzie mas desk complete with a variety of books and documents piled on the table. I didn't dare get too close to the table because I knew the stuff there was very important.

A commoner like myself doesn't deserve to touch him.

Then, my eyes were suddenly pulled by a family photo near the bookshelf. The photo consists of four people. There's Umi, Abah, Sasa and Kenzie. Inside the camera lens shot, the faces of the three of them smiling brightly showed how warm this family was.

Harmonious family, I smiled wryly. Looking at this photo is reminiscent of the bitter memories I experienced 10 years ago.

I was 12 years old then. I was in 6th grade at the elementary school where my mother was born. It was a time when I missed Dad so much and wanted to meet him, because from childhood I had never met him in person and could only see him through their wedding photos. The photo I still keep today.

Mom said Dad was a handsome and smart man, Dad came from a very big city and lived well, much better than my life and Mother in the village.

Hahaha.heard Mom's admiration at that time to Dad made me miss Dad very much and also amazed because my Dad was a very extraordinary person.

But there is something strange about the mother's family in the village. Every time they heard Mom mention Dad, their anger would explode. My uncle and aunt told me that Mom was a woman who didn't know herself. Mother likes to dream on people can not be reached.

I could no longer bear to listen to all the scorn of my uncle and aunt, he left the village and took me to the city.

We finally came to town to find Dad. For a few weeks we were wandering around the big city looking for Dad's address, until Mom finally met an old acquaintance and happened to work at Dad's house. With the help of that man we both finally reached Father's house. A very large and spacious house, my little eyes that have never seen the world are so spoiled. My head was circling around thinking of many high delusions. I'll stay in this big house, have lots of dolls to play with, buy lots of nice clothes to show off, and I'll never be afraid of starving again because Dad has a lot of money.

I was so happy, smiling foolishly wherever I looked.

I thought all my waiting would be over and Mom would not be considered crazy again by the family in the village.

But look at what surprise I saw at the time.

"Who are you?" I saw a tall and handsome man talking to Mom.

That man is none other than my own father.

It was clear in my mind how cold my mother's hand was at that moment.

"Mas Rama, I am Ana, mas. I'm my wife and this.." Mother pushed my back forward, "His name is Azira Humaira, she is our daughter, mas." Mom was very nervous at the time.

"My boy?" My face suddenly changed.

He looks at me disgusted. There was a strong rejection I saw in Dad's eyes that day.

"Darling, who's coming?" My mother's words immediately came to a halt when she heard a woman's voice from inside the house.

Mother. Mother's face immediately turned pale. His eyes turned red and began to get wet. I often saw Mom crying in the village while arguing with uncle and aunt, but to be honest, I felt that Mom was very hurt that day but still survived not to cry in front of Dad.

"It's nobody, Ma. They're just scavengers who come to ask for food." Answer Daddy lied.

It was only that day that I realized that Father was not the perfect man that Mother often described to me. I think Dad is a jerk.

My mother looked at my father blankly. There was surprise and disappointment mixed in my mother's chest.

"Mas Rama's..."

"I divorced you back then so we don't have any relationship anymore. And this kid," Dad looked at me reluctantly, "Take him away with you. Don't let his arrival make my wife and son misunderstand." Send Dad to us.

Stupidly, how stupid I was back then who still called you Dad.

"Dad, Mother from yesterday had a fever. He never ate and hasn't taken medicine." Call me to him.

"Son, I'm not your father and your mother's fever has nothing to do with me. If you want to cure her, then it's better to take your mother back to that slum and not come here again to disturb the harmony of my family." Father said without any mercy to us.

I'm appalled. My eyes suddenly got wet. It's true that I still didn't understand many things at the time, but for this matter I could really understand what Dad said.

Dad never acknowledged me as his daughter and his relationship with Mom was just a dream of my mother. We were really done by then.

"Dad... Dad, Humairah wants to play." The sweet voice of a girl diverts the sour feeling in my heart.

From behind the door a beautiful and sweet girl suddenly appeared and hugged Dad. The girl named Humairah and called my father as his father.

My little heart is wounded.

I'm not stupid to not be able to digest everything well.

"Okay, we're gonna play." Dad looked at me and Mom with a reluctant expression on his face.

"Dad, I-" My hand was squeezed tightly by Mom to make me grimace in pain.

"We're going. Sorry to interrupt your time, sir. We promise we won't interfere with your time again in the future."

After saying that, Mom pulled me away. He took me out of the house without looking back. The impression of the day was very deep for me because Mother was still tough even though every step was accompanied by a flood of tears that never stopped flowing.

My mom has never been okay since that day. And from that day on Mother turned into a very hard and fierce person, no matter how small the mistake I made would be scolded by Mother.

Honestly, I was initially scared but after getting used to my mother's emotions, my heart somehow became numb.

Yeah, numbness.