Mahram To Azira
Chapters 5.5

The backyard was completely different from what Azira had imagined. Here is not too overgrown with many flowers that are often displayed in other large houses, but this place is filled with various kinds of fruit trees. There is a thick fruit, an immature orange tree, a newly developed pomegranate tree, a newly developed mango tree, and a few fruit trees that Azira does not recognize.

But among all these fruit trees, the thing that attracted Azira's attention the most was the thick fruit tree. The smell of the fruit is as fragrant as possible, directly hit the sense of smell of Azira. Because born to a very poor family Azira rarely eat expensive fruit. His mother's ability is limited to buying mangoes, guava fruit, watermelon and the most expensive is the fruit of the longan. This fruit is very imprinted in his memory because in the slums used to be very fond of peeping the children holding this fruit when in the fruit season.

With Mom's finances, she could only do once in a while and that's why Mom pretended not to like, handing over all the fruit to Azira to eat alone.

"Kenzie likes farming. All fruit trees in the park are planted by Kenzie. It is healthier to grow your own than to buy fruit out there. If he hadn't gotten into medicine first everyone would have almost thought he'd go to farm school because he loved to grow." Abah's old voice scatters Azira's daydreams about the past.

Azira realized, his hands crumpled with each other because of nervousness, hesitating his feet stepped toward Abah who was now sitting in a typical waiting chair belonging to the park that Azira saw out there.

"Mas... Mas Kenzie works as a doctor and then who will take care of all these plants while he is at work?" Azira finds out from the maid at Dad's house that Kenzie is a surgeon.

"Me and Umi sometimes take care of this page, but now you are in this house so this task will naturally be handed over to you. Are you willing to do it?" Abah said, turning his old gaze to Azira.

Azira's back stiffened immediately by Abah. In front of him Azira did not dare to talk too much because in this house he always felt that Abah was not a random person. His aura was not playful and his voice was heard.

"Can?" Seeing the fruit of the longan alone made himself greedy to want to eat it.

"Of course you can. Oh yes Azira, please quote Abah one stalk of fruit. The fruit is ripe well, otherwise it can soon be harvested the fruit will be damaged."

Abah noticed that his son-in-law's eyes often glanced at the thick-fruiting tree. And as if understanding, he asked his son-in-law to pluck the fruit.

"Well, Abah." Azira was happy to hear that.

But due to his nervous smile became stiff. He then went up to the tree and plucked the busiest stalk of its fruit. Inhaling his fragrance alone made his saliva flood, especially when he saw that each fruit was bigger than the ones sold out there.

"It's Abah." Azira put it in Abah's hand, but Abah put the fruit in front of her seat and asked Azira to sit down.

Azira was confused and hesitantly sat herself beside Abah. His round eyes looked at Abah desperately trying to read the expression on Abah's wrinkled old face.

"I'm old, this fruit is too sweet so eat it." He said while pushing the fruit to Azira.

Azira was shocked. His round eyes slowly reddened, lowering his head, slowly the fruit of the longan was blurry in his view. Strange as it is, this is a trivial concern but why did Azira become sad?

"When did you come to this town? I heard you're from out of town?"

"We came here to make a living because in the village.... There's no decent job." Azira continued.

Lies. Finding a job in the city is a plan that you never thought of before coming to the city. Azira thinks she will live well with her mother after meeting Dad. But in fact, instead, he lives miserable.

"Oh... So you guys came here to make a living. Then what about your mother's situation now?"

Azira was astonished and felt that Abah's question was too intimate, as if Abah had known his mother. But this is just his feeling, right?

Their worlds are different, so why should they know each other?

"Mothers... My mother died a few weeks ago. If Mom hadn't died I wouldn't have been at Dad's house." His heart ached every time he remembered the night his mother left.

Because of her mother's departure that night, Azira begins to hate the rain because her mother left on the night the heavy rain came. If the rain does not come, then at least your body is not that cold and can still be saved if rushed to the hospital.

Rain, what's good about this?

He regretted. If he knew that day would come, he would never ignore his mother or even speak rudely to her. But regret is useless. As a longing child, he will spend as much time as possible praying for his mother there.

"Innalilahi, I'm so sorry and I didn't mean to bring up your lara, son." Abah sighed lightly.

Abah seemed shocked to hear of his mother's death. The expression on his face was not right. But Azira did not pay much attention to him. He thought it was a natural reaction.

"It's okay, Abah. It's all over."

The weather is so soft. It was comfortable to feel the warm sweep of the afternoon wind that hit his face. Her hijab fabric flew undulating following the direction the wind went. For the first time Azira likes to wear a hijab.

"You married my son in a fraudulent manner."

Bugs

Azira's hand suddenly released the fruit of the curls that had just been peeled. His heart was pounding feeling anxious and scared at the same time.

"Lying when I'm not angry, son. The marriage my family was waiting for was destroyed by an unknown girl, whose heart was not angry and disappointed? We all feel it, son. Family and relatives voiced their protest to us. Ask us to cancel this wedding. It's tough indeed but we respect our own son's choice. Kenzie, your husband is willing to accept this marriage regardless of your cheating ways. But even though we accept it does not mean that others accept it. It is still difficult for them to accept this marriage. So since it couldn't influence Kenzie's decision, some people chose to be indifferent to you. Putting you aside, describing your existence, and not infrequently looking for your mistakes. They did this to voice their unhappiness towards Kenzie and you're married. I want to ask you, son. Are you angry with everyone's attitude towards you in this house?" Abah spoke in a calm tone with no dislike so as not to hurt Azira.