Mahram To Azira
Chapters 1.7

I obediently followed his light and sure steps. He led me to a door that was not too far from the main room where I was standing. Even the room I was going to occupy later seemed to be so close to the kitchen.

Cclack

"This is your room, Azira." He said, letting me go inside.

Setting my foot into the room I was about to occupy in this house, I was actually amazed by what was inside.

This room is wider than my room with my mother was, maybe half as much as mine once was. In this room there is a large closet with a two-person size bed that must feel soft and comfortable. Obviously, both the closet and the bed need a lot of money to get it.

Looking to the right side was a large window covered in transparent curtains that also looked expensive and classy. Not only that, beside the large window there is a dressing table that has been filled with various kinds of makeup that is still sealed neatly has never been opened. It seems like these items were only laid down not long after Dad planned my arrival.

Rich people seem so free to put their money anywhere, it is appropriate that they do not want my mother to enter this house and it is only natural that they accuse my mother of the low view that she came here because she just wanted to enjoy this treasure.

The fact that my mother was actually a poor villager and did not have any wealth was known to my family. Just family

No, forget!

Don't think too much. Azira, just enjoy your time here. Yeah, let's enjoy it before you destroy their harmonious lives.

"If you need anything you just need to call mbok Yem for your needs. Before I go, do you have any questions?"

I shook my head to see it. For now I can find out slowly and do not need to bother him or other family members.

"Well, if you don't have any questions then I'll come out. Azira, rest well."

I nodded and watched her close the door to my room. After the door closed tightly, I finally let out a tired sigh and dropped myself on the cushion of this mattress. Ah, so comfortable and tender.

Staring at the ceiling of my room now, I was taken back to the times when the rainy season came. Once there was a heavy rain in the wind bathing my little house with Mom. Because of the cold we sometimes share blankets that are so dirty and thin.

Even so our eyes still cannot be closed for fear that the house will collapse at any time and befall us. Even our historic restroom is often muddy because the roof of our house has been eaten up by age.

At that time I always thought that when the day came, the day when heavy and windy rain came I was not afraid of being closed and my room still felt warm?

And it turned out that the day was coming.I will not be afraid of the rain and the storm. It's warm here and I won't be afraid anymore this room will collapse because this house is so strong and sturdy..

I'm not afraid, but my heart feels so empty.

Here I was alone fighting back the pain my mother felt. I struggled with the cold they threw at me, but I had to be strong even though I was also sick myself.

Fight, I can fight for it. Well, I'm getting sleepy.

Heavy, my eyelids feel heavy and so hard to keep standing. It seems like I'm really tired because from last night I couldn't sleep at all seeing my mother's body lying cold in front of me.

Ah, it's so sleepy.tired.and everything suddenly went dark.

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I frowned distractedly and slowly opened my eyes to wake up from my sleep.

"Assynogaal?" The voice came again into my hearing.

Rubbing my eyes with drowsiness that was still not satisfied, I then lazily woke up from my sleeping position.

"Awhile.." My words asked the knocker to be more patient again.

Walking towards the bathroom in a hurry, for a moment I could not help but look surprised as I opened the bathroom door in my room.

"Even the bathrooms of the rich are so expensive." I muttered in amazement as I lit up the water to wash my sleepy face.

After I finished with a careless gesture of rubbing it with a small white towel folded neatly on a small shelf.

"Who?" I asked as I opened the door for the knocker.

Opening the door to my room I found a girl who looked the same age as me. She was beautiful and clean and well-fitted with her long, covered clothes.

I admit that this girl looks more like the clothes she wears than the stubborn killer Safa. Compared to her, this girl looked much purer and innocent, well she looked more comfortable than Safa's aunt who looked cruel and cynical.

This girl was certainly superior to that murderous woman.

"Can I go inside?" He asked so politely and carefully.

"Can." My words allowed him to give him a way to get into my room.

I don't know who this girl is and it's not good to just ban her from entering. Because this house is not my home and I also do not know well my battlefield now.

Wondering, a girl's face is a little familiar to me but I'm not sure I've seen her somewhere. I'm saying this because my outreach used to be only a poor and dirty complex, so it's very unlikely that this girl went to that place, right?

They were rich and dignified so what was the reason this girl got lost to that heretic?

"Can I sit here?" Ask again while pointing at my dresser chair.

"Yes, I can." I said yes again as I sat myself on the soft bed I had just slept in.

The blanket is still uncluttered and a little messy. But I don't feel ashamed.

"Thank you." He thanked her for sitting in that chair.

This girl is so polite and gentle, I'm even more convinced that she and I have never met before. But it's very strange, no, we don't know each other but the attitude is very warm. Normally a stranger would not be like this and normally this family member would not be too warm in front of an unwanted child like me.