Marriage Takes Happy

Marriage Takes Happy
Episodes *4


"Congratulations to both of us, mama," said Zara as she gently hugged her mother.


"Happy dear" said Salma returning her child's embrace.


Zara took her arms off Salma. "But, Ma. Why should we bother doing this? Why don't we just get rid of Kania? Hasn't his mother taken papa away from us for decades?"


"Can't be darling. We can't get rid of Kania because the inheritance is on her behalf."


"Lho, is it difficult to ask Kania to leave all the inheritance to us. Then, drive him out of this house, 'cause I don't want to stay home with him any longer."


"If you can do that, then you've done it from yesterday, Zara. You don't remember what your father told us about the contents of the inheritance letter his mother wrote? The inheritance can't be passed down to anyone unless Kania is married."


"Then, what if Kania just disappears, mama? Alias, die." Zara spoke while raising one eyebrow.


"The legacy will disappear. His inheritance will belong to a social parlor and we won't get anything."


"Dam. Then, we should wait for Kania to get married, isn't it Ma?"


Salma nodded her head. Answering a question from Zara who seemed to be very unhappy.


"Crazy. When can we enjoy this treasure calmly if we have to wait for Kania to get married. After all, if she was married, what if her husband would be a hindrance to us. Ih .. make you upset and make you dizzy." Zara spoke in a very upset tone.


"We don't have to worry about that, baby. We just need to find someone we can work with to make tools."


"I mean mama?" asked Zara with a glittering look.


"We just need to spend a little money to pay the bastard to marry Kania. That way, we'll get all the inheritance of your papa's family that should be written on your behalf."


"Wuah, smart mama. Really smart." Zara said with a happy smile.


"Then, when will you carry out this plan? I hope you can run as fast as possible. That way, we're gonna get him out of this house. And I, will be free with Brother Dafa without having to fear him returning to that annoying Kania."


"Propsy. For this plan, mama can't run now."


"Lho, why, Ma? Why not run it now? Wouldn't it be faster it'd be better?"


"Yes. Sooner will be better. But you have to remember one thing. This plan must be carried out with very careful planning. Because if run in a hurry, mama is afraid it will cause other problems later."


"Yes. My mom knows everything. Mama's ass is able to be patient for decades and is only moving now" Zara said with annoyance.


"Srsttt. Quiescent. Don't talk about it anymore."


"yes-yes."


Tit. The sound of the car turned the attention of the two of them. Their eyes suddenly looked at the outer gate. A car is coming in now. The car that belonged to Burhan entered after the security guard opened the gate.


"Of course I know, mama. Take it easy, acting queens like us, will never forget to play the show well" Zara said with a sweet smile.


Zara stepped towards the entrance to greet her papa. While Salma, he rushed to the kitchen to prepare drinks for Burhan. They both play their roles. The role of a good son and a gentle wife in front of Burhan.


"Papa's coming home. Here Pa, Zara bring her briefcase."


"Good boy. Thank you very much dear." Burhan said as he handed Zara the bag he was carrying.


"Oh yeah, where's your mama?"


"As usual, dear. Mama is providing drinking water for papa" Zara said with a smile.


"Papa just sit on the couch, I'll drop papa's bag to the study."


"Dear, my dear" Burhan said, ruffling Zara's hair, which was shredded to her shoulders.


Seeing that closeness, Kania's heart felt sliced. Tears fell slowly without being able to stand it. Because all this time, he had never been treated that way by his father.


Obviously he has the same status as Zara. That is, the son of Burhan. Let alone being treated warmly by Burhan, as Burhan had just treated Zara. Being called by name alone is rare. It can be called rare.


Because Burhan never seemed to think Kania existed all this time. He ignored Kania. Let alone now, since his mother was still alive the same. It was as if it had never been seen in Burhan's eyes.


Kania took a deep breath, then released it heavily. She wiped the tears that fell on her cheeks. Then, with heavy lift the legs to enter the house.


As he wanted to pass through the living room, where Burhan was sitting waiting for his wife, Burhan's eyes caught the figure of Kania who was catapulted in a still damp shirt. He felt interested in reprimanding Kania with the cumbersome situation.


"Huh, where did you come from? Play where you are, huh!"


Just then, Salma who came from the kitchen direction listened very clearly to what Burhan said. He will not waste the opportunity to add to the hatred in Burhan's heart for his biological son.


"Udah, Dad. Don't get upset by her Kania. At best, he just finished playing with his hometown friend. Isn't that right, Nia?"


"Heh, playing with a country friend? He deserves to be like a slum, a cowl, and a stink. Just like his village friends. Basic, same mother's child is the same. Can't be told either." Burhan spoke as he stared resentfully at Kania.


Kania held back her anger by tightly grasping both hands. It felt, he was eager to shout at papa who was clearly his biological parents. But baby, it can't be done. Because what? It will not all result. In fact, all will cause an uproar that further adds hatred and anger in the heart of the father for him later.


"What the hell are you talking about, Mas? Can't talk to your son like that. Poor him, Mas." Salma talks like she's the best connecting mother for Kania.


"Nia, don't listen to what your dad says, son. Your father likes to talk like that. You have to understand because your dad just came home from work. He's tired now" Salma said.


"Sadly," said Kania briefly as he left the living room and ignored the warm family full of this charade.


"You!" Burhan was very upset with Kania's attitude just now. She wants to teach Kania a lesson, but Salma who is performing as a good stepmom prevents what Burhan wants to do.