After the bank officer left, Anisa closed the door and walked back into the house like a living corpse. Her body moved, but her mind felt numb. She held onto the table for support and slowly sat down on a nearby chair. She noticed Zayan's mother and sister sitting on the sofa. From their expressions, Anisa guessed they had heard the entire conversation. đŁ
Breaking the heavy silence, the sister spoke first.
"Do you see, mom? Look at the suffering my brother went through because of her. Just to maintain her comfortable lifestyle, he borrowed money everywhere. Look at the ring she's wearing,even now. She must have constantly pressured him for expensive things. Carrying all that stress in his heart, he probably lost control while driving. This woman killed him," she accused bitterly, her words pouring out without pause. đ
That was the moment Anisa's patience finally snapped.
"Put yourself in my place for once," Anisa shouted. "If staying here is so difficult for you, you're free to leave. You're the ones who came to this house,not me."
Immediately, Zayan's mother began to cry and spoke in a trembling voice. đ€Ź
"Oh Anisa, my dear, where can we go? I'll talk to her. Please forget the nonsense she said and let us stay here. We'll live quietly without causing trouble," she pleaded.
"But mom, this womanâ" the sister began again, only to be cut off sharply. đ
"Enough. Be quiet," the mother snapped, silencing her daughter at once.
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As evening approached, Anisa stepped outside the house. She needed fresh air needed to walk for a while and free her mind from the chaos inside. Before darkness fully fell, she returned home and headed toward the kitchen. đ
As she passed by the room where Zayan's mother was staying, she overheard a conversation between the mother and daughter. The mother was speaking in a harsh, commanding tone.
"Don't you know how to act, child? We're practically on the streets now. This woman is our only option. I never liked her,not from the beginning, not even now. But we need a place to stay. We must show her a good face and somehow get that house and the business transferred to our names."
Hearing this, Anisa finally understood the truth behind the mother's fake affection. đ
"They don't even know that I already donated that house," Anisa thought to herself calmly.
"Let them keep acting for a while longerâŠ"
With that thought, she quietly walked into the kitchen, her heart steady but her resolve stronger than ever. đ