Wife President's Deposits
Chapters. 46 Galau

"Is the food ready?" ask Mr. Lee folded his hands on his chest while looking down at Deya. The Victorian-style tie moved in the breeze from the open window.

Deya put both hands on the waist. Then smile mischievously.

"Everybody is ready to stay at the service."

Deya pointed towards the row of dishes that had been closed with a serving cover made of silver.

"It's appetizers, heavy meals and then desserts."

Mr Lee was about to open the dessert to see what and how the food Deya was serving. Deya closed it back before it opened. The Chinese man narrowed his eyes.

"The aroma will evaporate if opened, later the enjoyment will be reduced."

"You don't mess with me little girl."

"I'm serious even two rius instead" Deya insisted not to lose.

Mr. Lee straightened his thin and tall body patting his hands like he was cleaning up the dust stuck.

"If you make a mistake." said Mr. Lee pointing at Deya. Deya spread her hands.

"I won't do anything wrong unless you cheat the taste of my food. But I still keep the taste of my real food so that if...."

"I'm a real man always acting right."

"Hopefully because you really want me out of here."

A female servant came closer.

"Mr.Lee Sir and Madam and Miss Xavier are waiting for the meal."

"You bring this food." Mr Lee's orders. At the same time some people take turns to bring food and drinks served.

"I'll pray first because it's too late. I hope you fight fair, " said Deya leaving the room with light steps.

Mr. Lee shook his head. He saw Deya's phone lying on the kitchen table and looked around and walked closer to pick up the phone. At the same time the phone rang and the name of Mr. Rekehan was written. Mr. Lee was about to lift.

"Eits are not polite to take someone else's cell phone." Deya immediately took it.

"I just want to see that ugly phone who's left in this kitchen" said the old man.

Deya stared cynically but adorable. He just left the kitchen room while holding his chest that was pounding because it was almost caught.

He saw Edward still making calls to him.

Deya walked quickly to the room while looking to the left right.

"Where are you?"

"I want to pray, in the room." The call being turned off unilaterally upset Deya.

"Huh, Mr. Reehan. Still acting as he pleases" Deya grumbled. Arriving in the room he immediately threw the phone on the bed then to the bathroom to clean himself and new ablution after that carry out his obligations as a Muslimah.

While in the dining room. Edward sat quietly and without expression. To his right was Soraya who was subduing withstanding her grief and to his left was Zahra who was silent.

The boy did not say a word. He just lowered his head, occasionally looking to the side like he was looking for someone.

The atmosphere felt cold and stiff. It doesn't look like a family full of jokes and laughter.

Edward, who does not find Deya's whereabouts, tries to contact her. He called Deya in front of his wife and daughter.

Twice making the call did not lift up to make Edward who was angry became more upset. Right now, that can calm him down, then where the woman is hiding. When he came home from work, he saw nothing at all.

Third call just connected.

"I want to pray, in the room." Edward immediately decided on his call and sighed. The woman from where, until it was new at this hour to perform maghrib prayers.

He wanted to touch the ears of his little girl who was no longer a virgin. However, he was resistant.

In another corner, Mr. Lee scrunched his forehead. At the same time Deya and Edward both hold mobile phones. It's a coincidence or they've had more of a relationship as he's guessed from the first time Deya set foot in this house.

Deya's job as Zahra's mentor comes to an end when night falls, so she can do everything in the room. He started making reports on the laptop seriously. Ignoring what he saw and heard this afternoon as Edward returned from the office.

She heard Soraya's loud cries, I don't know what it was but Deya knew that the spouses were fighting. It was their problem, he did not want to mix it up.

There was a knock from the door of his room. Deya got up to see who was knocking. The door opened and Deya saw Zahra sitting in a wheelchair staring at her. Her eyes are soft.

"Sister, can I come in?" ask Zahra.

"Of course," Deya answered, helping Zahra to get in and directing her to the bedside because the room had only a bed and a cupboard and a table.

"Why?" tang Deya stood on the edge of the bed opposite Zahra.

Zahra immediately hugged Deya's waist, sobbing.

Ten minutes later they were both lying in bed. Zahra cried in Deya's arms.

"If you want to cry, just cry. No need to be arrested. Take everything out, keep your heart calm." Deya rubbed Zahra's back.

"Tell me what you feel to make everything feel relieved" Deya continued.

"I don't like it when Mom and Dad fight. I hate that voice as if it wants to disappear from the world and go to a world of peace and quiet."

Hearing a parent's quarrel will indeed make a lot of problems for the child. The child will feel that he is responsible for the occurrence of parental quarrels. Especially if he finds out that the source of his quarrel is related to him.

That is how Zahra feels.

"If it's my fault then I'll just die so that mom and dad stop fighting."

"They fight not because of you or your condition, but they fight because their minds are different and no one wants to give up."

"But they did fight because of me, brother."

"Don't baby, don't you feel guilty like that. There is no you they keep fighting because they no longer agree. They must understand each other in order to keep in line."

"It's not because of me?" ask Zahra.

Deya shook her head. "Not."

"Listen to Brother, dear. Sometimes we argue with ourselves. For example, 'today I want to eat this, which looks good, but not this good. Then you're confused which food you're going to choose, this or that?' Don't you?"

"Yes, Brother."

"That is one body. Now if two bodies and two heads would be very hard to put together if one didn't lower his ego."

Zahra nodded in understanding.

"You still don't know the problem of adults, but often see it. So often it makes you feel depressed and sad."

Zahra's face shriveled with teary eyes.

"If you keep like that then you'll feel alone and lonely."

"Now no longer, there's Big Brother."

Deya smiled faintly and sighed. How would Zahra have known if she was the third person in her parents' relationship. Will Zahra be disgusted and hateful to him?