Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

101. Start to remember

"Why did Anggara marry her, didn't Zahira not remember? It's the same as cheating on my daughter." David still doesn't understand.

"What if your daughter really wants it?" ricky's question made David even more confused.

"What do you mean?" ask David.

"I don't know for sure what happened, but I can guarantee that Zahira agreed to marry Anggara before she operated in Singapore." Ricky was sure.

"That's impossible, Radit and Zahira are not divorced!" David becomes emotional, he feels Anggara deceives Zahira.

"I'm the one who's taking care of the divorce!"

"You have no right!" David raised his voice a little.

"Zahira gives me power, what can I not do? Even demanding treasure and betraying your son I can do too!" Ricky doesn't like David's snaps.

David fell silent, covering his face with both palms. "Where is Zahira now?" ask David then.

"Women take her for a vacation to the top, in a clean and quiet place, Zahira needs it within a few months of surgery. After this he will remember everything slowly. I hope you don't interfere with this recovery process, let him enjoy his life with a God-ordained plot, don't force him to take it. You have no idea how long and difficult Anggara's struggle is to get Zahira back like this, shouldn't you be the one doing all that? But unfortunately you even thought of him as dead. Especially at this time, she has become Anggara's wife, do not disturb or disturb her calm."

"You forgot he's my son too, there's no way I'm taking off like I never knew him."

"I know, but not now. I'm asking you to be patient waiting for him to recover and remember you by himself, and help you control your son."

"I'm going to try as I can, but I'm not sure he can accept" David said.

"You should be able to, lest it make Zahira come back sick. You'll come face to face with Anggara if that happens, she'll be very angry because your daughter is pregnant with her child right now."

David seemed to have an attack on his chest, it was true that he heard that Zahira was pregnant. The man closed his eyes for so long. His head is filled with all that is confusing, sooner or later Radit will find out, or how to tell Radit? The man is suffering from complications in his life.

"I think it's enough, I have to go." Ricky grabbed the warm drink and took a partial sip and moved from his seat.

"When will they come back?" david asked no longer able to resist the feeling of wanting to meet.

"Their day is here, tomorrow I'll pick her up." Ricky does not cover from David, of course there is no point in hiding anything, Anggara prefers to face everything bravely.

"Thank you, tell Anggara I still want to see my son. I'm her father, I want my daughter to be okay too." David said sincerely.

"I'll tell you." Ricky passes immediately to his car, leaving the man still pensive at the table alone.

*

A bright morning at the top of town B, at the height of the Villa where Zahira and Anggara lived, they both seemed to be looking at the beautiful scenery around the hills that are still very natural. The never-breakup affection was always on the faces of the two.

"That's your villa darling, we'll be there today." Anggara pointed to the North from where they stood.

"Did my dad buy it?" asked Zahira to look at Anggara's handsome face.

"I bought it for you when you were born, you forgot it baby." The hug was so friendly.

"You love me so much?" ask Zahira again.

"Yes, love you so much, love you too."

"We go there now, you can pick a lot of oranges and apples, this time I will bring a basket for your fruit place" said Anggara fishing his wife's memory.

"Have we been there?" ask again.

"Hem, you put fruit in my suit pocket." Aggara kissed those red lips again.

"We'd better get there." Zahira let go of her husband's embrace.

"Why?" Anggara held it a little.

"Your hand has crept everywhere." Zahira passed in and took the hijab and put it on.

Anggara smiled resignedly, walking after Zahira down and drove to the Villa which was opposite where they lived.

While on the road to the peak, two luxury cars drove a little faster. They are Radit and Akbar, along with several colleagues who became their team in a new project, at the top of city B.

"It's so beautiful, if Zahira's still around she'll be so happy." Radit was imagining his friendship with Zahira.

Akbar smiled while driving, the man did not answer only he understood enough that his cousin still could not forget the beautiful Zahira.

"You know, even Laura can't shift my wife's position from this heart." Radit pointed at his own chest.

"Of course, you grew up together. She is your first love and your wife, a marriage that has not been up to a year if separated will be very torturous, and will never be forgotten. That's what people say!" Akbar smiled slightly.

"That's not what people say, but what you say." Radit laughed, but did not erase the bitterness on his face.

"We've arrived." Akbar came out stopping their car in the courtyard of the Villa.

They all came down with relief to enjoy the fresh air which when inhaled immediately felt cool to the chest, the full cavity felt empty for a moment.

Radit took out a remote binoculars tool that he brought for the benefit of their work, looking here and there with both corners of his lips interested in enjoying the beautiful scenery around.

"Let's go in, it'll start working." Akbar patted Radit on the shoulder to get in and rest, hungry of course.

Until late afternoon, to the north of the beautiful peak round. Anggara was looking at his wife who was busy picking citrus fruits on his estate, his face was so happy to pluck a lot of fruits that almost everything was orange.

"Darling is not enough?" Anggara.

"This time I will pluck a lot, because it is not stealing, this is mine." while his hands are so agile looking for ripe fruit.

Anggara looked at him with his mouth open, he was confirming what his wife had just said.

"Darling my expensive suit was dirty because your orange broke in my pocket." Anggara fishing again.

"You count once, am I not your favorite." he said, not realizing that what they were talking about was the past.

"Of course, you're my darling, you and our son." Anggara grabbed him and hugged him tightly.

"I'm not done yet" he said in need of Anggara.

"Dear, you can't be tired." Anggara clasped his clasped hands, peeling them for so long.