Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

102. It's Zahira!

"Then I want to eat this citrus fruit, I'm thirsty" he replied in a slight whine.

Anggara takes one and peels it, giving one by one the sweet orange halves patiently.

"Tonight is our last here" said Zahira while enjoying the orange.

"Other times we'll come again. Tomorrow we have to go to the gynecologist, make sure that you guys are okay" Anggara said.

"Right, too, but I feel very healthy" he said confidently.

"You're healthy, baby, I just want to see how our son is in here." Anggara stroked the stomach that already looks big.

Anggara had thought that their baby's development was too fast, he was afraid that there was something else in there.

"Let's go home." Zahira moved from his seat, followed by Anggara who still put the round fruits into a fairly sized basket.

"Open how is Mas?" Zahira thought it would be very hard to carry everything.

"Later Mang Udin will bring it to the car." Anggara carried his orange basket by embracing Zahira's shoulders.

"I was sweating, I wanted to take a quick shower." I got in the car talking.

"Let's take a shower together." Anggara teased him a little, while waiting for Mang Udin to bring a pretty much apple.

"You want to thank Mas Anggara?" asked Mang Udin while putting fruit in Anggara's car.

"No Mang, my wife is trying to put it all together, she's cravings" Anggara replied smiling.

"Oh so Mas. Then congratulations Mas Anggara." said the man with a happy smile.

"Thank you." then drove home to the villa where they lived.

The atmosphere of the afternoon was so soothing with a thick natural aroma, no dust, no vehicle smoke, no crowds, although not quiet but not quite crowded. The visitors who stay will feel at home for a long time with the atmosphere of nature that is still unspoiled, calming feelings and increasing appetite, in addition to the traditional menu, fresh fish, chicken village, and so on, duck and various kinds of processed villages that look tempting, no less delicious with dishes in famous restaurants.

Dinner with the same menu, processed chicken kampung baked with traditional seasoning seductive, sprinkled slices of onion and chili on it looks more delicious with warm melted soy sauce. Served with hot rice that still reflects smoke, making people who are hungry must be patient to eat it.

Across the street Radit enjoyed it with four other friends. In the big villa Zahira is also enjoying it with Anggara.

Time showed at 21:00, Zahira who had just finished from the bathroom to the second floor balcony was wearing a pink kimono covering her beautiful body. Breathing the night air with a gentle breeze, certainly does not make it cold because it has just finished doing hot activities with his beloved husband.

While on the other side Radit is still busy with binoculars a distance away, directing here and there looking for a point of beauty that still makes him curious, from the afternoon the man looked busy with the round two-glass tool but did not find it. Yet somehow this time he was attracted to the slightly towering Villa opposite them. The light that was still brightly lit seemed to provoke him to just idly point the object there.

The straight-haired girl was turning her back to the scenery inside the magnifying glass that made the heart of someone who looked at her from afar want to jump because her beat was firmer than the dangdut music drum, Radit took off the instrument for a moment, Radit took off the device, regulate the breath and make sure he is not sleeping at this time.

For a while he took a breath and re-directed the tool with both of his eyeballs constantly attached. Back he saw the girl looking very beautiful seductive, now he was sideways. Her tapered nose reminded her of Zahira, her smooth hair was also the same as Zahira. Can be said to be very similar, only the woman on the other side looks more contained and seductive.

Radit seemed to find a place to let go of his little miss, continued to watch from afar with a rumbling heart, he held the turmoil in his chest until it made his body tremble, quivering, he really wanted to come across there to see the woman.

Make Radit's heart hurt by itself.

"Anggara wife!" he said slowly put that thing down.

But his heart seemed to demand to go back to watching them, he was still curious about the woman there, for some reason his heart was beating like it was when he first touched Zahira.

"Zahira!" he said dropping the binoculars he was holding, he had just seen the girl's face look at a glance. He was so sure he was Zahira, so sure.

"Abbar!" he broke into their room.

"What's wrong?" asked Akbar astonished to see the pale face of his cousin.

"Where's your car key?" Radit grabbed Akbar's jacket and looked for it himself.

"For what, it's night?" Akbar was astonished by Radit.

"I saw Zahira in the big Villa up ahead, she was with your uncle Anggara" Radit said, further making Akbar gawk.

"Where is it possible." Akbar can't believe it.

"Are you present at their wedding?" tanya Radit stopped searching for her cousin's car keys.

"No, we're all abroad" he replied casually.

"Then you come with me there." Radit found the key in bed, immediately running towards their car.

"You sure? Isn't your wife dead?" Akbar looked lazy, it was dark and cold at the top.

"I want to see it, you too." Radit drove this time.

Fifteen minutes they drove, until their car had stopped in the courtyard of the great Villa.

"Sorry, how can we help you?" the Villa Guard stopped Radit who was half running from wanting to enter.

"I want to meet Om Anggara, there is something very important" Radit said, he was very impatient to go up and meet the woman.

"Can't Mas." replied the Villa keeper smiling.

"We're his nephew sir, tell him there's Akbar downstairs." Akbar helped Radit to climb to the top.

"It's not just_" unfinished the Villa guard said Radit had passed him and ran towards the stairs as fast as lightning.

"Radit wait!" Akbar followed by forced, seeing the behavior of Radit the man became curious.

Radit immediately ran without caring about anyone, his anxious face and erratic heart made him focus only on the balcony where he saw Zahira.