Mahram To Azira
Chapters 1.4

Was his life a joke to both of them?

Huh. disgusting!

Azira was so fed up with these two naive humans, she was fed up!

"I'm sorry, maybe you're wrong because my parents just died yesterday, so I don't have any parents other than that woman." With a subtle smile, Azira tried to humiliate this harmonious married couple.

So harmonious and envious to a degree that Azira could not explain.

Nodding his head feeling guilty, the middle-aged man gave Azira a gentle smile typical of a good Father. Ah, seeing this it felt like Azira was eager to spit out her entrails.

"Dad won't say sorry because Dad knew that you would never accept it then from Azira, I'm sure, come home with us because this is the only thing we can do to the house that has worked so hard to raise you. Come home with us and live peacefully with us, live quietly so that your mother there also feels calm because she sees you feel good. So, for your mother's sake come with us home." The middle-aged man's words looked so pitiful and made Azira feel sliced.

Going home with them to live in peace?

Peace and forget all the wrongs they've done to their mother?

Laughing little, Azira with her trembling hands held the side of the door to hold back her weight that was beginning to waver. The feeling of pain and hate that had been embedded in his heart made Azira somehow feel weak. Squeeze until standing alone he must rest on the side of the door.

"For my mother's sake, you say?"

His mother wants him to live in a dumpster like that?

Ah, it was very impossible for Azira to believe because she knew very well that the suffering her mother was experiencing was not small. And Azira also knew that the trash can that this despicable couple lived in was the most forbidden place for Azira to go according to his mother.

That spot... Azira never thought would enter it let alone live in it, Azira never imagined the disgusting thing.

"True, stay with us so that your mother is calm there." The man answered, making the daydream of Azira unravel.

Smiling coldly, "For my mother to be happy?"

Be happy?

Maybe they meant to stay there so he could avenge the pain his mother suffered. Staying there was probably so that he could vent all the pain that his mother felt.

Yes, staying there is an opportunity for Azira to take revenge.

"Alright, I'll come with you but on your condition" Azira's wiggle finger pointed at the middle-aged man in front of her.

"It is necessary to acknowledge me as your legal flesh and blood there because after all I am indeed your biological child, how?" Azira asked with increasing feelings of disgust.

Verily Azira hated to admit that he was the son of this old man. However, for the sake of the smooth plan he must do it like not to like.

Having no other choice, the wife helplessly nodded her head in agreement to the husband who looked so guilty.

Seeing this scene, of course, Azira's hatred was higher and higher. Oh come on, Azira is his flesh blood as well but why is it as if he is considered a stranger by his own biological father?

Hah, it's sad that of course it's because this biological father of his is rejecting his presence in this world.

Yes, he rejected Azira's presence 20 years ago.

"Well, we agreed, so now you have to come home with us." The middle-aged man's disconnect gave his answer to Azira.

"Hem, then I'll pack my things first." Azira's voice was indifferent while turning her body intending to enter packing her things.

"No need" said the woman, who stopped Azira's footsteps.

"Why?" Azira's offended question also felt angry at him.

"Look, no offense at home, no one will wear clothes like this. We.we will wear clothes that are more shar'i and closed to women. So.so it's better not to bring anything because we've prepared it there." The woman painstakingly explained to Azira so that she would not feel offended by her words. It was true that in their home no one wore short or small clothes there. And it is also true that in that house all the people were wearing shari'i and covered clothes, according to what the Qur'an says.

But this understanding was different from what Azira received. Azira thought that this woman intended to demean him because he was poor and did not have good clothes.

Although feeling humiliated, but Azira also thought wise that there was no harm in following their will because after all there was already luxurious and expensive clothes like the one women wore prepared for her.

Then just enjoy it even though it still makes Azira feel irritated and even more hateful.

"Well, I'm not gonna bring that cheap stuff and just bring something that's so important to me." Azira mocked while bringing her steps into the room that had been 18 years he and his mother lived. This room is called a room although in fact this place does not reflect what is a room that people live in.

Although it looks disgusting and dirty but this place is the best place that he and his mother lived. After often moving places because his mother was not accepted by the community, then just when Azira was even two years old his mother finally moved here with the help of the old lady who looked glamorous.

She and her mother were allowed to live in this small house on the condition that her mother had to work as a prostitute*r in the place of the Madam. Actually, his mother did not want to accept the offer of the Madam because she herself was not ordinary with such a job and looked taboo for him. However, when considering that no one would accept their presence in every place they visited, Ibu Azira finally had no choice but to accept the offer until 18 years later.

Hah. considering this made Azira could not sigh tiredly as well as hate. If only his mother had not met the rich man, the jerk might not have been born. And if he wasn't born then his mother wouldn't feel this pain and end up like that..

Well, if only.

Shaking her head helplessly, Azira reluctantly bows her foot towards the drawer. Pulling the drawer Azira finds a photo of a beautiful girl with a sweet and soft little baby on her lap. The girl in the photo looks younger and happier, inversely proportional to what Azira saw when this girl was still breathing warmly.

Looking up to her with her right hand that was shaking with the pain, she then carried the photo to her lips and kissed it with love and regret.

"Mother, I will return the pain that you have felt all this time to them. With my own two hands, I will never allow them to live happily as they did to Mom. And with both hands I will also take away the happiness they have one by one until it is not left...Mom, look and watch what I do for you from there, okay?" Azira's whisperer was determined with hatred. He promised that his presence in their harmonious place was the doom of their lives.

Seriate...