The charm of Miss Zahra
Episode twenty-four

"Bi, what Mr. Fatih's a mobster, drug dealer or something?" Zahra was still curious.

"It seems like Madam is reading too many novels online," Bi Sumi chuckled. "Master is just like us, it's just that he has an excess of treasure. His father had died in an accident and now he only had a mother."

"It's not really a mafia, Bi. I'd be insecure if it turned out my son had to have a mafia father."

Again Bi Sumi laughed, "No, even if the mistress saw the Master in the guard it was natural. The master of a great businessman certainly needs a bodyguard for his security. Not everything that's escorted is mafia, ma'am. In addition, because Mr. Fatih is very handsome, if not using a guard, the master could be shrouded in young leaves."

"Ah yes." Zahra laughed.

"So the madam admits that the master is very handsome?"

At once Zahra recalled her words just now that she had unconsciously admitted that her husband was indeed handsome. He's throttling.

The roar of the motor was heard from the front page. Before long Hilal appeared and approached Zahra and Bi Sumi who were still laughing.

"So very, again laugh what the hell are you guys?" ask the curious Hilal and join in.

At seven o'clock Bi Dumi came home because Zahra was already there to accompany.

"Kok's late, Lal's home?" tanya Zahra is equivalent to cleaning the dining table and re-entering the pieces of cake that have not been eaten.

"Take care of the internship administration first, as well as get to know his office. Guess where I intern!"

I want to give you a reward just guess," kekeh zahra.

***

Sarah got up and glanced at the clock on the phone screen which showed at 19:15. He immediately got out of bed and put his clothes back on. While Demir is still asleep since they are both after crashing the romance. Of course, Demir has not told him what he knows about Fatih. He went home without waking Demir.

At home, he went down and entered the room. Ignoring the faithful servant waiting for him to come home.

After taking a bath she threw herself beside her husband. Fatih who was not really sleeping directly hugged him.

"Where from? When the night came home," Fatih said, pulling their bodies closer.

Sarah was worried, afraid that the husband would ask for rations while she was still tired. The center of his passion also still felt linu because Demir played rough.

"Find out about you" Sarah replied.

"Can?" fatih asked while yawning and closing his eyes.

Sarah did not answer. When she heard the gentle snoring from her husband she chose to open her phone and send a message to Demir.

You have an explanation debt to me tomorrow.

Because of the drowsiness that never came, in choosing to scroll through the social media application until the cave found a message from Alin. Two read the ease of finding the sender.

"This woman, not ...."

After remembering who Alin was he replied to the message and asked Alin to see him tomorrow.

***

Hayla was in a fight with her husband because he offended the income of the husband who was smaller than her. It was obvious that Hayla was earning a huge income despite not working. Where else if not from the results of selling Zahra's name to Demir.

"Well, do you intend to leave me?" hayla asked to see her husband packing her belongings.

"Are you biss living on that little money huh? Just accept the fact that I have a bigger income than you."

"That's .. I'm tired of mendnegr the same sentence again all the time." Rangga had opened the back door and entered his suitcase.

Actually Hayla did not want to be abandoned by her husband, but the prestige made her unable to utter a sentence that would restrain her husband's departure. He looked at Rangga who was inserting a suitcase.

"You're still going?"

Rangga did not answer. He closed the back door and immediately went behind the wheel. He ignored Haya who was still standing near his car. The car lit up and left Hayla's house with a curse spoken by his wife.

"Based on weak men, you just run away. Go away all of you! No need to come back. You wanker!" he screamed while closing the door.

Before long he turned around hearing the door of his house being knocked. She thought it was her husband, but Demir was with two bandits.

"Tu-lord? Please come in." Hayla misses head, feeling nervous about having to get a sharp glare from her financial resources.

"How much longer do I have to wait to get Miss Zahra?" demir asked with a haughty expression.

"I .. I'm working on it. You know for yourself how stubborn my niece is."

"Then tell me where he lives now?"

Hayla squeezes the sweaty fingers. He was nervous and scared. Ever since her brother died she didn't want to know where the two nieces lived. Want to get a decent house or not he does not care.

He thought that Demir would no longer look for Zahra, but he forgot that the money that went into his account had to be paid by bringing his nephew to Demir.

"Ck, I thought you were running from responsibility." Demir glanced at the two bandits making Hayla goosebumps. "You don't even know if she's married and pregnant?"

"Pregnant? Oh, my God, that kid. Sir give me another week's chance. I'll make sure he's yours."

Demir took out a piece of paper and threw it at Hayla.

"They live there. Bring him before me if you still wish to live long."

Hayla clenched her hands, cursing her niece inwardly.

Early in the morning he had already come to the address Demir had given him last night. He knew the door impatiently. The ones inside the house glanced at each other, presumably who met in the morning.

"Let me open, brother," said Hilal. "Auntie?" He was stunned to see the woman who had not messed up their lives for several months and now came again.

The woman entered without any invitation. He immediately met Zahra who mirrored his appearance to work.

"You pregnant?" asked Hayla while shaking her waist. "Huh, answer!"

"Yes I'm pregnant. What else is aunt coming here?" Zahra beckoned Hilal to keep the younger brother quiet first. Let her face the woman she considers to be an aunt.

"Go home! You always put our family to shame. You must marry Mr. Demir." Hayla pulls Zahra's hand.

"Stop managing my life, Bi. Auntie has no contribution in raising me. So stop like aunty has a hand in my life." Zahra jerked her hand from her aunt's grip. "Once again I tell you, I'm married and I won't marry the man you chose."

"You really don't know what's lucky, Zahra. It's in vain that I harm my brother so that you will accept Mr. Demir." Whether consciously or not Hayla said that sentence.

Deg.