Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

10. Marry me

"Let Zahira come home with me Papa." Radit looked at his father that handsome face looked begging.

"Alright, but go straight home." David reminded him then to go into his car first.

"Come on Zahira." Radit opened the door for her.

Silent, while in the car the two did not engage in any conversation, until arriving home.

"You ran away from the office to pick up Zahira, you bad boy." Ayu just got off her car almost at the same time as Zahira and Radit. Radit was silent as if he had heard nothing, the cold man was unable to cope with the ravings of his parents.

"Mama." Zahira hugged Ayu affectionately, of course it made her not so angry.

"Let's go in." Ayu embraced her daughter.

"I took a shower, Mama, all praying." Zahira glanced at the watch in her hand, then proceeded up.

"Radit, Mama needs to talk to you." Ayu stared intently at her son, then walked towards the study room with David as well.

"What's wrong?" Radit came in, and sat down before his parents.

"Radit, Papa, your feelings for Zahira are no longer covered up. Papa doesn't forbid, only you're too early to get into a relationship, you're still not out of school." David was serious.

"I really love him Papa, I want you to take care of my move back here." Radit is not evasive.

"Radit, don't you realize he's your brother, aren't you ashamed of your relationship with your own brother." Ayu spoke up.

"Me and him have nothing to do with blood, right Ma? What makes you ashamed?" Radit still looks calm.

"You can't date." Ayu felt desperate.

"Who said I'd date him, I want to marry Zahira" he said firmly.

David and Ayu rounded his eyes, his mouth opened with a very surprised face. "Radit don't you joke!" Ayu raised her voice a little.

"I'm not kidding Mama, aren't there some things in religion that are a reference to marrying a woman. Because of her beauty, her descendants, her wealth and her religion. Zahira has it all." Radit replied loudly. "Then what kind of daughter-in-law would you want if she wasn't?" Radit can win the most debate, of course what is said is true. Ayu quietly pinched her head which began to be unable to think anymore.

"Papa said Papa didn't forbid, but did Zahira want to?" David looked at his son's face uncertainly.

"I'll convince him." Radit replied briefly.

"What makes you rush Radit?" Ayu asked him again.

"I don't want to lose him, otherwise now I'm afraid I won't get him" she replied.

"Isn't it too soon to talk about marriage?" Ayu still can't believe it.

"I can't stand Mama, seeing and admiring her every day. I'm afraid this view of mine is increasingly sinful, so I beg you to allow me to propose to Papa and Mama's daughter" he said clearly.

"Good shit Radit." Ayu rubbed her face, covering it with both palms.

"Alright, you're talking slowly with Zahira, about your feelings Papa can't interfere." David had given up, what Radit said was true, but it was also very surprising for both of them.

"One more thing, don't force Zahira to work if she doesn't want to" Radit said with his cold face, then passed out.

"What used to be when you were hating him?" David turned his wife, feeling funny with his son's behavior that makes Ayu dizzy every time.

"Not really, only he was annoying that time." Ayu answered her seriously, but not with David, she chuckled at the answer. He remembered how much his partner's love for his wife, can even be called infatuated. That extraordinary loving attitude he could look back at Radit, could it be because the one they loved was the same person, thus creating the same madness.

"Is he alive again to look after his daughter?" David laughed seductively at Ayu.

"Don't talk about it, I'm so sad to remember my sister." Ayu looked at David with a face that started to wistfully.

"Ah no, I'm just kidding. They're happy, now it's our job to make Zahira happy, if Radit is her happiness why don't we put together. And it's true Radit said, she's a perfect daughter-in-law for us, and most importantly we won't lose Zahira, our beloved daughter." David comforts his wife.

"You're right." Ayu leaned on David's shoulder, what David said was true.

While in the upper room, Zahira had just finished praying, her face seemed to glow with the natural moisture of the remaining ablution water. That made Radit even more admiring, secretly Radit had stood for a long time on a long balcony and some of it led in front of Zahira's room. Zahira came out with a simple hijab and simple clothes, not reducing the beauty of young girls like her.

Radit approached without speaking, continuing to stare at that clean, smooth-drawn cheeked face. Getting closer and stopping by not taking his eyes off.

Zahira turned, "Radit" he said. The man just smiled.

"What meda?" ask Radit.

"Nothing, just enjoying the afternoon." replied Zahira.

"I want to talk to you about something." Radit stepped closer, leaning against the wall near Zahira.

"What's the matter, Radit, are you going back to Malaysia?" ask Zahira seriously.

"If yes?" ask Radit like he got a chance. Zahira lowered her hands.

"I'll be alone." she said later.

"Then come with me." said Radit, his eyes glancing at the girl who was still down.

"Mama won't allow, after all I have to learn to work" he replied subtly.

"You don't have to learn to work, I'll take your place, you'll be free to go wherever I go" Radit said.

"That can't be Radit." Zahira raised her voice a little.

"Maybe, what's impossible?" Radit.

"Where is it?" Zahira looked at Radit with resignation.

"Married me!" radit was very sure. Making Zahira again surprised and really he was not able to think about what Radit was talking about.

"We're brothers!" Zahira did not accept.

"We're not brothers, you and I have no blood relation." Radit brought his face closer. "Marry me Zahira, I love you, and I really can't stand this situation. We're always together, being close to you makes me want to touch you, I really can't help my feelings." Radit looked into Zahira's eyes, clear eyes that washed away, with a beautiful white face and one dimple, making Radit even more ungodly.

"Give me some time." Zahira hesitated.

"All right, not too long. I'm going crazy thinking about you." Radit stared at Zahira for a moment, then passed leaving the girl who seemed to be setting her breath.