Young Mom Charm
Not because of the forced

“Zahra!”

Farah gets more emotional when she finds out that Zahra also ran away from home. This morning initially thought that Zahra was only going for a photo shoot, but who would have thought if it turned out Zahra said to the maid if she wanted to go with her sister.

“Mbak Zahra just said so, Madam.” The maid lowered her head when she saw her master looked emotional.

Farah sat down on the sofa, massaging her painful forehead.

“He said anything?” farah asked, wanting to hear what her daughter said before leaving.

“Mbak Zahra just said, if there is no Mas Zayn at home, he will not be at home. He's not at home, he says quiet without Mas Zayn.” The assistant explained what was heard.

“What do they want?” Farah was so furious, her head was throbbing violently.

Farah hastily pulled out her phone, then tried to contact Zahra but was not answered by her daughter.

“Basic of this child! Where did she not answer my call?” Farah grumbled in annoyance.

Eventually Farah contacted someone else because her mind was stressed to face her two children leaving the house.

“Where are you, what can nemenin Aunt?”

“Sure, Tan. Where's aunt going?” Meghan's voice was heard from across the call.

**

Lusy arrives at the apartment first, seeing Zayn who has not returned home, making Lusy choose to prepare ingredients for cooking first. Stayed a month more there, making Lusy finally able to cook a little Indonesian food menu.

Just as she was about to concoct materials, Lusy heard the sound of the door opening. He rushed to the door, a smile on his face, until it faded when he saw Zayn coming in shabby clothes.

The suit is already on the left hand, the clean white shirt now looks so dirty.

“Zayn, what happened?” asked Lusy while staring at Zayn's appearance.

Zayn smiled when he heard Lusy's question, so he approached and now stood in front of his wife.

“Nothing happened,” replied Zayn still maintaining his smile.

“But why are your clothes like this?” lusy asked again worriedly, lest Zayn hide something from him.

Zayn glanced at the shoulder where the part was indeed very dirty, then looked back at Lusy who looked so anxious.

“I was at work, quite immediately got a salary.” Zayn reached into the bag of pants, then took out the money he got earlier. “This, use for shopping needs home,” said Zayn while giving the money to Lusy.

Lusy looked at the money that Zayn had given him into his hands, then turned to look at the husband who continued to review his smile.

“What do you work for? Why is it so shabby like this?” asked Lusy again, even her eyeballs were glazed over, her mind guessing that her husband must have worked so hard with such little results.

“Enormally important work can make money. Tomorrow even offered again to come and work again, at least every day we have income, ” replied Zayn who was not immediately honest.

Lusy was still staring at Zayn with teary eyes, very sure if what Zayn was doing must have been heavy.

“I shower first,” said Zayn rubbed Lusy's cheek, before then choosing to go to the room.

**

When Zayn took a bath, Lusy took her husband's clothes in a dirty laundry basket. She touched and observed the dirt on her husband's shirt.

“Tepung?” Lusy furrowed his brows.

“Does he work odd jobs in the warehouse as a pelvic coolie?”

Lusy tried to guess, in his country there is also a job but of course the salary obtained is more guaranteed, while here Lusy does not know how heavy the job is because the results are not much.

As Lusy was daydreaming about the work Zayn was doing, the man came out of the bathroom and looked at the dumbstruck Lusy.

“Lu, what's up?” zayn asked as he watched Lusy stand up while holding his dirty shirt.

“Zayn, why are your clothes flour marks?” asked Lusy trying to ascertain if what was on his mind was right.

Zayn looked at Lusy, seeming to cover up his work problems from his wife would not be good for their household.

Zayn grabbed Lusy's hand, and asked his wife to sit on the edge of the bed.

“I do this for us, so I beg you whatever I do, do not be a burden on your mind,” Zayn said when he invited Lusy to sit down.

Lusy just silently listened to what Zayn said.

“I've tried to apply for a job at a company, but all the companies I know there are no job openings,” Zayn said again, but he didn't tell me if Farah intervened in his failure to find a job.

“When I was looking for another job, I saw people working moving things from the truck to the warehouse, so I thought maybe I could get some money from there. Work whatever is most important can make money,” said Zayn told what is done all day.

Lusy immediately silenced his mouth with the palm of his hand, so it was true that Zayn did work as a pelvic coolie. Guilt crept up in his chest, because Zayn had to suffer like that.

“Sorry, Zayn.” The speech escaped Lusy's lips, her eyes staring pusillar at the man who was now her husband.

Zayn was surprised to hear Lusy apologise, not to mention when he saw Lusy who was about to cry.

“Hey, why are you crying?” Zayn held onto both of Lusy's arms.

“For me, you must live like this. Maybe it's true that I'm an unlucky carrier for anyone,” said Lusy who really did not expect that Zayn's life would be like this since he was with her.

Zayn was stunned to hear Lusy's words, until a look of dislike on his face.

“Never say that, Lu. I chose you not because I was forced to, all I'm facing right now is a trial. Never say you're a fucking carrier! I don't like it!” Zayn spoke so sternly, looking at Lusy sharply to warn him not to speak like that anymore.

As tears rolled down her cheeks at Zayn's words, her heart ached as the guilt completely shackled her.

Zayn hugged Lusy, taking his wife into the arms.

“Don't talk like that again, okay! All the decisions I've made, not just because of you. All because I feel if I can do it, so never blame yourself,” Zayn said as he rubbed Lusy's back so that his wife would no longer cry.

Lusy was silent in Zayn's arms, despite hearing all Zayn said, still he would continue to feel guilty.