The Charm of The Twins
162 Introduction of Zhafirah

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Chapters 1.

The funeral atmosphere was quite quiet, a man named Arkha Bagaskara was sitting in a car. He waited for his mother and an assistant who used to accompany his mother who was still in the pusara of the father. That day was three months and my father was gone forever. As Arkha occasionally gazed out the window, he saw a veiled woman sitting in front of the burial gate.

The woman sat pensively, her eyes puffy. The woman was quite beautiful, she was wearing a light green veil. Without makeup polish but the white woman was able to slightly attract the eyes of Arkha glanced at the woman who was still the girl.

Arkha occasionally looked towards the entrance of the tomb. He was just going out to pick up his mother who was still in the tomb area. But Arkha's hand stopped when he was about to push the door of his car. The woman Arkha was looking at was standing at the door of her car. The woman tidied her headscarf while staring at Arkha's car glass. When it was over, the woman occasionally let out her breath.

“Hhhh.. Hopefully one day you can be happy and free from the Father. Poor Mother..Come Zha.You must be strong, you must be successful, you must be passionate for the sake of mother.. I also definitely want to be free of that man.” Said the girl named Naadhira Zhafirah or commonly called Zha.

A girl who is unpretentious and so graceful for the santri men who used to steal a glance when santriwati passed by when Zhafirah was still in the boarding house. The girl was forced to go home and quit college because of her sickly mother and also the coercion of her stepfather to help her find money to provide for the family.

Arkha who was behind the windshield of his car could see and hear the sound of the dignified Zhafirah and encouraged himself. Zhafirah left while walking towards his motorcycle. A fairly old motorcycle that is trendy in teen use at the end of 2022. But Zhafirah uses a motorcycle that is red white fusion is not because for the current trend but it is a relic of his biological father that is still left.

“Heh…. Strange girl. Pray in front of the glass.” Arkha Gumam.

Arkha walks to the funeral, and picks up her mother. When she arrived at her home, her mother asked her to get married again.

“Kha... When do you want to get married? Mama is not young anymore, even your Papa who hopes you marry until he closes his eyes, he does not also see you married.” Bu Indira said to his only son.

Arkha let out a sigh, there was a sense of unwillingness to continuously refuse his mother's request, but to get married was impossible. The woman he loves is the wife of the man. He had even committed to his girlfriend that he would remain in the relationship, citing the freedom he did not want to marry. During his 5 years in Japan for earning his S1 and Masters degrees in the country, an almost average country whose population is very dislikeful of marriage for many reasons, one of them wants to stay free because they are not bound by relationships and have children who will also increase the hassle.

Arkha also feels that a marriage relationship is a relationship that binds someone, and there will be many problems in getting married. Until he is more comfortable being a mistress of his lover who also used to be both educator at Kyot0 University.

“Ma, take the medicine first. Arkha think about it. No one matches Ma,” Arkha said while handing over a small plate containing medicinal grains for the mother.

“What do you want to find? Mom just worries sometimes. You're married because women see your career, your good looks. You see your average cousin. Sometimes Mama think about what other people say that living rich is also an ordeal.” Said Bu Indira after taking the medicine.

Arkha was silent, as usual. He was unable to argue with his mother. Unlike when his father was alive. Almost every time he had a disagreement. Now he just realized, because his duties and responsibilities are so great. One of them is a company from Papanya, a company that offers fast online loans. He also had to do a job that Papa rarely did as long as he led the company.

“Arkha Back to company yes Ma, later Arkha think again.” Arkha said as she kissed the mother's cheek.

“Don't long Kha.. Every day mama feels weaker mama's body, mama wants to see you have grandchildren and live Happy.” Bu Indira half-spreaded her voice as Arkha rushed away from her room.

Upon arriving at the car, Arkha receives an email from her personal assistant. He was asked to go down to the field. Because all this time, he heard rumors that debt collectors from his company often act rude when collecting debt. He also had to prove himself by indirect means without being known to the debt collectors of his company. He needs evidence to reprimand the billing manager. Arkha gives the driver an address, he will see how to bill one of the collector debt without them knowing.

Arriving at a house, Arkha is still in the car. But the net back memotrek a girl who this morning he saw at the funeral, the girl just got off the motor that design the back lights rounded like a turtle back.

“Tortoise girl.. Heh.” Arkha said, smiling from seeing Zhafirah appear to be wearing a turtle-shaped helmet, even when Zhafirah was glazed in front of the glass of his car earlier, the two Arkha netra could see the turtle-shaped brooch also worn by the girl.

Arkha was still observing in the car, before long a car stopped in front of the very simple house. There is no impression of luxury in the house that looks the paint has worn it. Some men knocked on the door of the house. One of the residents looked out. A woman who is hooded but no longer young. He found the man who looked scary. Even the woman was snatched.

“Tell where Tito!” Jerky tattooed man on his arm.

“Di-he is not home.” Said the middle-aged woman who looked frightened from being yelled at by the man.

“Heh! Log in, find the br3ngsek guy!” He told his three men.

Three other men entered Miss Riana's house. Before long they came out again, and another man grabbed onto Bu Riana's rough chin and suddenly Zhafirah brushed the man's hand away.

“You have business with Tito, not my Mom! Don't hurt my mother!” The voice of the woman who had looked gentle and graceful could now be firm even her eyes were sharp looking at the four men who were looking for her stepfather.

When the man who is a debt collector threatens to return, the man sought appears and will only run in surprise, he is chased by a tattooed man with his men.

“Hei! Where are you Tito going! Quickly pay off your debt!” Said the man after being satisfied to beat up the man named Tito. The cry for mercy and help was not ignored by Zhafirah and his mother. Arkha was just watching from inside the car.

“Heh!, I'm fed up!, listen, I have an idea for you. I see you have a girl. Here I give you a business card, you can sell your son to this place. I will accompany you, at least you can pay off your debt and can have fun with the rest.” Said the tattooed man.

“I wait tomorrow, contact me if you want to follow my advice, otherwise. I'll beat you up so many times if you don't pay your debts. I'm tired of just taking care of you!” Shake the guy.

Arkha was just silent, at least he saw how the collector deb works in the field, he was still in front of the man's house when the deb collectors left. But soon a scream came from inside Zhafirah's house. Arkha asked his driver to stop when he was about to leave. For the neighbors it is not strange if there is a commotion at Zhafirah home that is still contracted it. Because it is almost every day that Ms. Riana will get rough treatment from her husband, but for Zhafirah it is very inhumane. He fought his stepfather, all this time he lived in a boarding house. He had only come home one month, this time he would not be silent when his mother returned to the beat.

“Zhafirah!” Shake the guy.

“Let Go Mas.. release.. Don't hurt Zhafirah...” The sound of heartbreaking sobs from Bu Riana.

There were only tears flowing from the corner of Zhafirah's eyes, he did not groan or scream when his long hair was pulled, even when his head was banged to the dining table he was just beristighfar.

“You..heard if you want to be free from me, tomorrow I will free you and your mother. No, no, today too I will free you!” Tito said to Zhafirah, who was still clutching her long hair.

Tito removed his grip and contacted the number listed on the business card given by the collector deb. Before long the collector deb car was in front of Tito's house. But he was alone, and Tito seemed to drag Zhafirah out. Miss Riana even shouted as she followed out of the house.

“Mas…. Stop mas...Want you take where Zhafirah..” Shout Bu Riana.

“Silent you, I will sell this self-knowing child, he always fight me!” Tito snapped at her while throwing Ms. Riana's hand.

Hearing that, Miss Riana picked up a piece of wood lying in her yard. She hit the head of the back of her husband, Head Tito pulled out a fresh d@rah. As soon as Bu Riana trembled when she saw the fresh d@rah, she also sat staring at Tito who suddenly collapsed to the ground.

Zhafirah hugged her mother's body, she calmed her mother.  Debt collector who was just about to leave because of fear gasped in shock because of the sound of a clash from Arkha who had already come out of his car.

“You where you are! Take this man to the hospital!”

“Pak-sir Arkha...” Said the man frightened.

“Quick!” Shake Arkha at the man.

“Ba-good sir.” Said the man as he grabbed Tito's body and carried him into the car.

“One more time, have the office pay off the man's debt, and prepare his administration, I will pay it off.” Arkha.

Ms. Riana and Zhafirah looked at Arkha who was standing with both her hands in her pants pocket. Only Bu Riana will thank you, he was silent to hear the words of the man who is considered the boss of the debt collector.

“Te-“

“I didn't do it all just because it's Free or Pity. You must marry me Miss Zhafirah in order for your father's debt to be paid off.” Arkha said with a haughty look. Zhafirah stared intently at Arkha.

“Sorry, I'm not a bitch! My mother and I had nothing to do with the man's debt.” Said Zhafirah while looking at Arkha sharply.

Arkha chuckled at Zhafirah's bravery and arrogance.

“At least she's the daughter-in-law you want. He doesn't like me.” Inner Arkha.

He turned around and said what Zhafirah's stepfather's plan was to pay off his debt.

“So, I need you to be my wife to my status and for my mom to be happy at the end of her age. And you can pay off your father's debt, but you won't. You should be ready to be sold to a place where striped men seek satisfaction. I don't need your body Miss Zhafirah. I just need your status as my wife with a legally and religiously valid marriage. It's all on you. I left my card. Come to my office if you accept my offer.” Arkha said, leaving the mother and child staring at his back.

One hand code Arkha made his personal driver give Ms Riana Arkha's business card. Arkha's sports car leaves Zhafirah's home. At night, Zhafirah stared at the two business cards. One inscribed the name Arkha Bagaskara, MBA. And another one says Mami Jeni.

As he was still complaining about his heart problem on the prayer mat, the door of his house was knocked. Bu Riana who opened the door was surprised because Tito had already come home with a smiling look. He came into the house with an envelope. Zhafirah came out of the room hearing her stepfather's voice from the direction of the front room.

“Zhafirah, I have heard the news if you are offered a rich man to marry him and all my debts are paid off. You choose to marry that man to pay off my debt or your mother goes to jail for doing KDRT. Hahaha..” Suara Tito laughed out loud while throwing a report letter to the police over the actions of Bu Riana who hit him this afternoon towards Zhafirah.

(Hi Readers. Support Zhafirah yes. Because this is in order to enter the race.🙏🙏🙏)