Mahram To Azira
Chapters 1.8

Huh, even up to this moment they still believe that I am Dad's illegitimate child. Though obviously I was the legitimate son of Father who unfortunately was not considered just because I was born from the womb of a poor woman and worked in a despicable place!

"Oh yeah, I bought you something back home from work." He said while giving me a medium-sized paper bag in white. Taking the paper bag, I did not open it immediately because I knew he must be looking at me one eye because I was a poor child.

"Thank you." I said pleasantries while putting the paper bag beside me.

"There is no need to thank you and let's just say this is my welcome to you as a brother."

He said brother?

Brother, we are brothers?

"Did you say we were brothers?" I wanted to be sure, and I also doubted this very much.

This girl immediately nodded without the slightest hesitation, answering a question that was quite obvious was actually in my head.

"So.you are the son of..wani-ah, I mean from my foster mother?" I asked with mixed feelings.

There is also pain disappointed because Dad turned out to have been with the woman while still living with Mom. What this is, our age doesn't even seem far away.

Maybe a month or so?

"Haha.iya you're right, I'm their daughter so after all we're both brothers now." His laughter sounded awkward.

Oh, quick!

It is fitting that I always felt that this girl was no stranger to me because it turned out that she was the son of my adoptive mother. This was the result of their legitimate marriage that they were so proud of and eagerly awaiting.

This is the result of Dad's second marriage and is claimed to be Dad's only marriage!

Wait, what should I call a rich woman. Should I be a stepmother or a foster mother?

Hah, honestly, whatever call I make to her, she will never want to acknowledge me as part of this family. Harmonious wealthy family that has ruined my mother's life.

Oh, that woman actually gave birth to a very beautiful girl, well because of this girl.

Ah..how cruel!

"Oo.yes." I don't know what to respond to. This is a surprise for me!

I was really, really surprised!

"My name is Humaira, what's your name?"

Deg

My eyes involuntarily fell onto her pretty eyes with long, lancid lashes that dazzled.

Looking at it with a very stifling funny feeling in my chest, it really hurt, God.

Ah, I now understand why those people were so shocked to hear my name because the family's legitimate daughter turned out to have the same name as me. No, I honestly said it but really never took it seriously because Dad would definitely never give the same name to his daughters.

But what do I find now?

I don't know, but I wonder what my mother thought when she gave me the name of this curse?

What was he thinking when he gave me this trash title?

Oh, shite!

I forced a smile, reaching out for a helping hand very reluctantly, "I am Azira, Azira Humaira." My words introduced me who was again greeted with a surprised look from him.

Right, the feeling you feel is the same as what I feel. You must be disgusted by this similarity of ours, right?

"Your name is Azira Humaira?" Ask not to believe.

Is he deaf?

Or is his hearing having a problem?

"Yes, my name is Azira Humaira." Obviously he was so surprised because our first name was exactly the same. Maybe in his heart there was disgust and disgust because I had the exact same name as him. Well, if I can honestly hope only the last name is the same and do not let the first name is the same.

Because if I did, I really don't know what else to say to my poor mother.

Very-very funny.

"So.so you're also named Azira Humaira?" I hope I heard wrong.

"Yes, I'm Azira Humairah too, but the Humairah has an h and you don't use an h. But I don't think this difference means anything and I think our names are exactly the same as Azira!" The answer without any hesitation!

Oh, Mom, what were you thinking about when you gave me this name?

Why is my name the same as her?

Although there is a difference in the letter h, but still our name sounds the same.

Ma'am, do you love that irresponsible man so much as to give me the exact same name as the only legitimate daughter?

No, not at all. This name was mine from the beginning because I was the first child born compared to this girl!

Yeah, they're the ones who stole this name from me. They all stole what I was supposed to have in the world, even my mother's happiness.they mercilessly stole it!

"So, who's your call?" I tried to pull my hand back from his grasp.

I would not come into contact with the flesh and blood that once stabbed my mother from behind, throwing and betraying her without compassion.

"Call me Humairah." Quickly answer.

Thank goodness our nicknames are different.

"Well Humairah, you can also call me Azira." I said I didn't want to tell him.

"It's been from the beginning I did." He said while covering his mouth to have a small laugh.

Isn't he too cute?

A little laugh, a little cover his mouth laugh.

Why didn't he just go straight without covering it up?!

"Ah.yah." I muttered helplessly.

I don't know what else to say to this beloved 'my sister.

"Azira, I have something"

Consistently

Consistently

Consistently

"Ah, sorry I got a call. Azira, I'll excuse you for taking the call. Later after dinner we will talk again so take your time here." He said goodbye while picking up the phone from the caller.

He hurriedly walked out of the room and closed the door of my room politely. Gave me a bright smile on his face before parting ways.

I knew he must have been mocking me earlier.

Disgusting, this family is so disgusting. I'm so sick of it!

"We are brothers?" I can't hold my laughter.

How embarrassing is this?

"Lord, why are you so happy to play with my life?"

How many times have I been destroyed in this life?

How many waves of suffering have I felt in this life, but God... God is not going to help me at all!

He just kept watching me suffer!

"I'm really tired... God, this game please be held for a moment..."

Seriate...