Since You Married Me
Zaya's sorrow

Zaya walks through Aaron's backyard, leaving the party frenzy stifling her chest. The longer he was there, the less powerful he would be to resist the urge of his tears.

Zaya couldn't stand it anymore to not step away. Everyone at the party made him realize who he was. Even Farah, Albern's nanny, looked much more graceful and classy. Ah, Zaya forgot. Farah is more beautiful and educated than she is. The girl also came from a distinguished family and graduated from a high school abroad. How can it compare to him.

Even a girl with such a background could only be a nanny in the Brylee family, then what about her who was just an orphan with nothing to gain? How could Zaya hope that Aaron would admit to being a wife, whereas all of Aaron's servants alone were much better than her? Wouldn't it be natural for Aaron to refuse to introduce himself. There's no way Aaron Brylee would want to embarrass himself, right?

Don't dream, Zaya. Wake up!

It's true that Zaya is not comparable to Aaron. Then now why should Zaya be angry and sad?

Along his feet, Zaya continued to try to accept all the facts that exist. Trying to understand the situation Aaron was facing, but still his heart refused. No matter how much Zaya tried to give her self-understanding, Zaya still could not accept.

Zaya does not want the status of Young Madam of the Brylee family. Really am. All she wanted was to be able to side by side with her husband and son. He just wants to be close to the two people he loves the most. But in fact, its existence is not recognized. How could his heart not be broken.

Zaya sighed as deeply as she could to hold back the tears that almost fell on her eyes. He doesn't want to cry. Tonight is a feast for his beloved son. Of course he should be happy, no matter what.

Without Zaya realizing it, she had been in the back pavilion where Aaron's servants were resting. But at this time the atmosphere was very quiet, because all the residents were at the party. They were all rejoicing together for the celebration of his master's son.

Perhaps at this time only Zaya himself did not dissolve in the happiness of the party. Because this party itself had incised a deep wound for him. A wound that hurts even though it does not bleed.

"Mistress?" A familiar inaudible voice surprised Zaya a little.

Zaya. The figure of Bu Asma was standing not far from him with a slightly astonished expression.

"Why is Madam here?" ask Ms. Asma.

Zaya did not answer. He just smiled at Asthma. Every time it was in such a bad state like this, the middle-aged maid must always come to Zaya, making Zaya remember the figure of the fairy godmother in the story of Cinderella.

"Mrs ...?" Ms. Asma again called Zaya who still did not answer her question.

"I'm looking for some fresh air, Mom. Inside was too stuffy," Zaya finally replied.

Ms. Asma slightly knitted her brows. He knew that his young mistress was looking for an excuse, and the reason he had thrown out didn't sound too good.

"Why is Mom here too? The party's just starting, it's not done yet." Zaya asked to switch the conversation.

"There is something I have to take from my room, Madam," replied Ms. Asma.

"Madamu should also quickly return. The air outside is cold. After all, Mr. Aaron must be confused to find Madam," he said again.

Zaya returned to smile. This time it looks ironic.

"Mom don't worry. Aaron won't be looking for me" he said softly and sounded sad. He sat on the park bench there.

"Is Madam okay?" ask Ms. Asma while sitting next to Zaya.

Zaya did not answer. Just nod while looking the other way.

Ms. Asma observed Zaya's expression. He realized that his Young Madam was not okay. It seemed like something had made him sad, I don't know what.

"Mrs," call Ms. Asma then. "What ... Sir made Madam sad again?"

Zaya was silent not answering. He just looked up, looking at the sky full of stars.

"Please don't be sad, ma'am. Whatever you do, there must be a reason" Pinta Bu Asma then.

"I know," he then said.

Yep. Zaya knows why Aaron did all that. The man definitely did not want everyone to be aware of Zaya's background. An orphan who is not clear of his origins and big in an orphanage. It was a disgrace that could severely tarnish Aaron's reputation. How could Aaron who had rejected many perfect women marry a woman who only deserved to be his servant? He would be a joke if everyone knew. Zaya is aware of that.

"Have I ever told Mom my childhood before?" Suddenly Zaya asked to switch the conversation.

Ms. Asma seemed to think for a moment, then shook her head.

"If Madam wants to tell you a story, I'd be very happy to hear it" he said later.

Zaya then kept silent, looking to be composing her words.

"Then, when I was a child and still living in a house, I had an older brother who was a few years above me" Zaya muttered.

"He was very kind and always took care of me. He would fight other children who annoyed me, until no one dared to bother me anymore. He was also very intelligent and always helped me repeat school lessons that I did not understand, until my schoolwork got good grades. My friends say I am a stupid kid and hard to teach. He's the only parlor resident who really cares about me. I admire and love him very much. Until finally ... one day, she was adopted by a wealthy family who had no children. She was very attractive and intelligent, therefore she was the one that the rich family had chosen for adoption."

Zaya sighed for a moment.

"I was crying then. I was sad to lose the only person who cared about me. But he said he went to study in a better place, to become a successful person later. He promised to visit me often and take me with him if he had achieved his goals. Finally with a heavy heart I let him go, hoping he would come again soon for me. But apparently, that day was the last time I saw him. From then on she never again came to the parlor and I could never again contact her ...."

Zaya sighed again. While Bu Asma can only be amazed to hear the story of Zaya.

"Then after I graduated from school, I started living a life outside the parlour. I found someone who thought I was like family. He was very kind and loved me, but also often chatty and nagged me. She's a nice girl who says I'm her only friend. Her name is Kara."

Zaya smiled as she told him about Kara. But then her smile faded.

"But then because of my circumstances now, I was forced to stay away and lose Kara as well" he continued. Back in his long breath. Trying to dampen his chest that began to churn.

"And now, when I'm married and have a child, I can't even get close to my husband and son ... Friendship, love and family, it seems like I am not destined for all that ... From beginning to end, it seemed like I was destined to always be alone." Zaya's voice began to tremble, and now her tears fell without her being able to hold back.

"Mrs ...." Ms. Asma also has no power not to cry.

"Say, Ma. Am I so bad that I should always be kept away from those I care about? Am I not worthy of being loved? That's how I am?" Tangis Zaya is becoming. This time he could no longer contain all his sadness. It sank with great pain.

Ms. Asma held Zaya into her arms. While crying, he tried to give strength to his Young Lady.

"Whoever deserves to be loved, madam. No matter what creatures in the world, they still have a right to be loved. Madam is not alone, there are still us maids with Madam. We all love the lady. And I am sure that one day you will also realize the sincerity of the Lady's heart. You will regret wasting your wife as well as your mistress." Asthma is also dissolved in sadness. Both of them were crying while still hugging each other.

"My heart hurts, Mom. It hurts so much ...." Zaya sobbed while banging on her own chest.

"Crying ... Just take out everything that's stuck in Madam's heart. No need for a snooping madam anymore. After that rest assured from the heart of the Madam, if tomorrow everything will be better." Ms. Asma tried to provide support while stroking Zaya's back.

No one knows what happened in Aaron's backyard. The atmosphere was in stark contrast to the happiness in the hall of the house. When people are laughing and joking in the middle of a party. Two other people were sobbing at each other crying over the bitterness of the life to be lived. Zaya cried, shedding all the sadness she had felt all this time, letting out all the tightness in her chest that she had been holding onto all this time.

Zaya cried with satisfaction, and determined after this that she would not shed any more tears.

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