Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

01. Zahira

Zahira POV

Zahira, that's my name. I studied since high school in Malaysia in the care of an ustadzah who was deliberately asked by Mama to educate and supervise me while there. Mama and Papa live in Indonesia running businesses and other businesses. My family is quite rich I don't lack one thing in terms of material things. Papa complies with all my wishes including this time, after completing high school education I want to continue my education in my hometown. Indoneszian.

I have a brother, my sister named Raditya Jovanka. He is very handsome like not an Indonesian, his eyes are narrow and white, his nose pointed with a gallant body makes him in pursuit of girls. He's overprotective, I can barely breathe if he's close to him. Let alone being close to men, with women alone having to be allowed to.

My dream is to marry young, have a warm and happy family with beautiful and handsome children. Ahhh, that's so amazing.

"Papa.. !" The handsome man was already waiting for me, I missed him so much. I stretched out my arms and wanted to embrace him immediately.

"Dear." Papa hugged me, but not as hard as before.

"Didn't Papa miss." My lips pursed with still spoiled.

"Of course Papa misses, you're a beautiful Papa girl." Papa's been touching my nose.

"Let's go home, I can't wait to see Mama!" my words are full of enthusiasm.

"Papa's got a little meeting near here. Do you want to come along? Or did you ask the driver to drive you?" Papa put his arm around my shoulder.

"I'm coming with Papa." Because I still miss Papa a lot. Since childhood Papa has spoiled me so much, he always carried me sometimes sitting high on his shoulder. Papa my first love, a balanced outpouring of affection with Mama who is also always moved when looking at my face. What was the reason I always asked, he said my face was similar to his older brother who had died first, It's sad.

"Sweet we've arrived." Papa came out and opened the door for me. I'm like a princess when I'm with Papa. I hold Papa's sturdy arm, my papa is handsome, looks female employees still many who glanced at him. When Mama sees it, they are turned to stone, because Mama's gaze is sharp and cold like Elsa Frozen's attack.

"Good day." That grown man with Papa stole my eyes. Ish, the old eye basket, I'm getting tighter with Papa's arm.

"This is my daughter, Zahira." Papa introduced me to the man who never stopped looking at me in the face. 'What makes her eyes not blink, am I so pretty?' I thought, too confident.

"How to." He stretched out his hand his eyes still could not be separated from my face. I welcomed his hand, just a little.

"Papa I'm just sitting there, I don't understand business anyway." My words panted at the lingering gaze.

"Yes dear." Papa let.

I ordered the food I wanted, while playing the gadget I spent time waiting for Papa to finish his job.

"Darling, let's go home." Papa is done and I lyrics that the handsome man who is very mature still sees me at a glance then he leaves without saying anything. What does that mean, if you're wondering why not ask me something, or if he doesn't dare because there's a Papa? But his face was perfectly smooth, like a baby's skin.

I stepped with Papa in the car, sitting next to Papa was my habit from childhood. In stark contrast to my brother, he doesn't like to be pampered, cranky and cold. But he loved me so much, he didn't even hesitate to carry me when my legs sprained at school. Besides because I am a cute girl and small in stature even though I am her brother, he is really a man who is very handsome and handsome, even I think I want to marry a person like him. That's a little crazy.

Arriving at home Mama greeted me warmly, as usual her eyes were wet with tears, hugging me tightly and warmly smelling my smooth cheeks and looking at me from head to toe. "I miss you so much" he said sounding sad and deep.

"I'm also Mama." I was spoiled for her.

"Why didn't Papa move me to the room like he used to, has Papa's affection diminished for me?" I asked Papa he was sitting in the living room. I sat next to him.

"You've grown up Zahira, aren't you ashamed in Papa's arms?" Papa asked me back.

"Of course not" I replied.

"You deserve to be married, Papa can't spoil you anymore." Papa looked at me with a faint smile on his face.

I was thinking about getting married, ah it seems like a beautiful dream, but married to whom?

"What do you think, dear Zahira?" My mother came to us.

"No Mama, I'm even lazy to think about anything." I replied without a burden. Make Mama gaping in disbelief, and turn to look at Papa sharply and deadly.

"It wasn't my fault." Papa was misbehaved and also scared.

"You who taught him to say that, from childhood he always remembered." Mama looks so furious.

"No." Papa gave up even free.

"From now on you can't learn anything from him, he won't teach you anything good." Mama talk to me.

I glared at Mama who pulled Papa's hand violently.

"Papa I love you. You're the best" I whispered to Papa.

Papa let go of mom's hand and approached me raising one of her hands. "I love you too dear." then went back after Mama, after I smiled excitedly.

The warm atmosphere is amazing, this is what makes me always miss wanting to go home.

"Honey, from now on you can't open your hijab if it's outside the room. And one more thing, don't get too spoiled with Papa and your sister, you're all grown up." Mama spoke seriously, her hands stroking my hair. I was lying in my beloved room.

"What after adulthood should girls keep their distance including with siblings and Papa? What Umi Nurul taught me was not so." I looked at Mama's bead.

"Darling, I hope you listen to my mom. Don't argue and don't forget you also have to learn about business because later you have to lead in your company." explained Mama again.

"But I don't like working for Mama's company, it's complicated and as you know I don't like to think." I replied.

"Dear Mama please, if not you then who?" Mama looks upset because she always gets the same answer from me.