The charm of Miss Zahra
Episode One

"You're overtime again?" alin asked his co-worker as well as the good guy who gave Zahra a place to live.

"Yes, I need a lot of money, Alin." Zahra replied without distracting from the rows of numbers on the computer screen.

"You think I don't need the money?" kekeh Alin while attaching a bag on his shoulder.

"Looks not. You work just to fill your free time" Zahra replied to make them laugh.

"Yes I'm home. Let me know if you intend to go home early."

It wasn't unusual for Alin to ask Zahra to tell him when he was going home early. Because one day Zahra had caught Alin with one of the men who became their boss. Bram.

At that time Zahra came home early because there was no more work that required him to overtime. Upon entering the house and passing through Alin's room door, he heard a strange sound. The sound of moans and breaths are mutually simple.

Zahra wanted to reject what came to mind but the voice made it clear that there were two people in the room who were welcoming the wave of desire.

The thing that made Zahra surprised was the person who came out of Alin's room after a few minutes passed. One of their superiors that Zahra knew already had a wife.

"Zahra?" peeked Alin as he closed the door and intended to return to the room. "Have you come home?"

"Just arrived."

"Ra, how much money do you need?" ask Alin.

Oh Alin is asking Zahra to shut up. But even without being paid Zahra will not reveal the secrets of others. He knew himself well enough because he was given a place to live.

"Just calm down, I won't interfere in your business. Not my realm." Zahra leaves Alin.

From then on he kept his distance from Alin. They keep greeting when passing. Alin himself remains good to Zahra because it is proven that until now there has been no one else who knows the scandal himself.

"Coffee?" A man's voice made Zahra switch focus from the computer screen. A man who is none other than Fatih Akbar aka their superior.

"I'm sorry I don't drink coffee." Zahra is back on the job.

Fatih stared in surprise at the woman he had been watching for two weeks.

"What is the basic salary is not enough so you have to be overtime. Even almost every day?"

Zahra felt disturbed by the words of her superiors. It means he is always being watched. He had to be vigilant now, it could be that the man would take advantage of the opportunity to harass himself.

"Hey I'm talking." Fatih wants Zahra to focus on her.

"Sorry I'm at work."

Fatih nodded and left Zahra. Strange new this time there are female employees who are indifferent when approached. Though the woman should feel proud because it is considered by important people in the company.

Eight o'clock and fifteen minutes Zahra shut down her computer. He stretched his hand muscles before deciding to go home. Tired, of course.

But there is no other option to make money. He does not want to get rich through shortcuts aka being a mistress of married men.

"Sister, mom fell in the bathroom. Now it's been taken to the hospital."

Of course it will cost you again. Not yet had time to reply to the message his phone has rang displaying his sister's name on the screen.

"Sister, doker said you had to have surgery" Hilal-her sister said.

"Are you really falling that bad?" Zahra started to panic. Besides the cost, it also concerns the safety of her mother.

"The doctor said there's blood in the mother's back brain."

"Dok, how's my mom doing?" zahra asked when she arrived at the hospital and went straight to the doctor who treated her mother.

"Fall in the bathroom with the position of the back of the head touching the floor that resulted in loss of consciousness also the occurrence of bleeding in the brain. Selian it also occurs cracks in the neck bone. The action we must take immediately is to perform an operation."

"Possible survivors are still there, right, Doc?"

"As long as we try that possibility will exist. Although I don't know what percentage."

Zahra went to the administration and asked for details of the fee she had to pay for her mother's safety. The result made him shake his head.

Where do I get this much money?

After going through the deliberations Zahra met her aunt. The only mother who had good fortune.

"You want to borrow some more money?" ask Hayla-mother.

"Yes. Can I lend you the money that I have. I'll return it as soon as possible."

"I don't have any money" Hayla replied. Though clearly the jewelry that he was wearing only if sold more than enough for the money to be borrowed by Zahra. "If you're the money just take Mr. Demir's proposal."

"Sorry, aunt, that's not the solution."

Obviously not the solution because Mr. Demir in question is a man who already has a wife.

"You need money, don't you. He'll give you the money you need. What's wrong with being a second wife. He is able to support two wives. There's no need for you to maintain your pride if you're still living a hard life."

Apparently Zahra was wrong to come to people. She thought her aunt would lend her money because the sick one was her own sister but it wasn't.

Zahra returned to the hospital to ask for relief. The money he had was not that much. And then his phone rings. Alin contacted.

"You're not going home Zahra?" There was a worried tone from across there.

"I'm going back to Bandung, Alin. My mother's in the hospital."

"Really?"

"Yes, he fell in the bathroom and had bleeding in the brain as well as a crack in the neck."

"Geez, you're gonna cost a lot, Ra. Tell me how much money you need now."

This is what Zahra does not like, where she will look weak and need the help of others. People have always looked down on him and his family.

Then how are you until she receives an offer from her aunt to become Mr. Demir's second wife.

"Ra, I know you don't want to trouble others but this is for your mother's safety. Let me help you, this is not a bribe for you to cover up my secrets. Purely because I want to help."

***

Fatih looked at the photo of her marriage to Sarah. Seven years they were married and now each began to feel bored. Especially when you do not get a momongan. He was tired of being terrorized about children by his mother. The roar of the car indicates that Sarah has just returned home.

"Where from?" fatih asked when Sarah had entered the same room as him.

"Refresing. I need sanity after being terrorized if your mother calms down. Your mother is too old-fashioned to always ask the same thing. When to have a child, the mother's friend's grandson is two, it's three and blah blah blah blah blah. You think I'm not stressed. After all, getting married is not just for snapping children. I told you from the beginning, I want childfree."

Sarah put down the bag and started cleaning herself. Then apply the night skincare on his face.

"Then I'll get married again" Fatih said, turning his wife.