Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

103. Sure she's my wife

His steps stopped at the doorway right where he saw the woman standing. His hunting breath because he ran at all he did not care, his eyes began to dew staring at the balcony railing that was where he held some time ago.

The door's closed.

"Omm Anggara!" call him with a painful heart.

Inaudible, it made Radit recall what he saw. Anggara hugged and caressed her so affectionately, Radit thought maybe they were having sex right now.

"Om Anggara, please open the door." shouted Radit with his hands visibly shaking and face paled.

Many times he tried to knock but there was no answer.

"Mas, Mr. Anggara had returned just ten minutes ago to pick up his assistant." the Villa guard followed along with Akbar, they seemed confused to see Radit who seemed to be crazy with his worries.

"He's with his wife?" tanya Radit is still shaking.

"Yes Mas, they've lived here for two months" he explained politely.

"Who's his wife's name?" ask Radit wouldn't miss a chance to find out.

"I'm sorry I don't know" replied the Villa's keeper, either if he won't tell.

Radit pulled out his cell phone, opened the gallery and showed a photo of a woman to the Vila guard.

"Is this the guy?" radit asked with an increasingly painful heart, he was afraid but also hoped that it was Zahira.

"Yes, right." The answer is honest.

Squeezing his entire body, the broken heart was getting sicker, his heart seemed to stop. It was a pain that spread throughout his bloodstream, draining all his strength and making him fall.

His gallant body slid against the wall with tears falling down by itself. The chest that had been relieved now returned tight and breathed even as if it could not.

"Radit, this is uncertain. It could be just like your wife." Akbar calmed his cousin.

"I'm sure she's my wife" she said slowly.

"What if it's not?" tanya Akbar doesn't want Radit to get sadder.

"I'm going after her, I'm sure she's my wife" he said, again uncaring, the pale, limp face was pathetic.

"Let's go home." Akbar grabs Radit's shoulder and helps him get down to the car.

"I'm going home after Om Anggara, I can't work with my mind far there." Radit stared agitatedly to the left and right.

"Pacify yourself, Radit, you can't go home like this. You should be able to control yourself if you face my uncle. You know she wouldn't like hers on the bully." Akbar tried to calm Radit down.

"But she's my wife, where you might shut up when my wife gets taken away. And everyone knows I love him so much, including your uncle." Radit became upset with Anggara, he imagined the man's hand was in Zahira's kimono, he was not willing.

"I know! But she's not your wife Zahira." Akbar almost desperately talks to Radit.

Until their car returns to the Villa they occupy, Akbar does not allow Radit back in a state of chaos, of course he will not focus on driving but daydream and imagine Zahira.

That night felt so long, every second was so slow and made Radit more agitated. The man was incessantly looking at the photo of Zahira with his eyes closed occasionally holding back the longing that always seemed to spend time with his beautiful wife. Yet again the shadow of Anggara hugging, pecking and caressing the woman gave her a headache, like wet wood burning fire, the smoke was more than her own flame. The man was crazy with his thoughts, once swept away imagining his pleasure with the woman, but then burned with jealousy because it was not him who did it a moment ago. Witnessing a touch that is only a little, but fidgeting like a hill.

He is not strong so in the middle of the dark night Radit grabs the car keys, and soon drives off no matter their job. The most important thing is to meet Zahira.

*

"He was tired, he had picked a lot of fruit and brought it home." Anggara stroked Zahira's head.

"David came to me last night, I told him everything" Ricky said, focusing on driving.

"It's okay, Zahira has started to remember a little bit. Just let everything go as it is." the answer did not look worried.

"She's been telling me about your wife's pregnancy too, it looks like it's going to be a real stir in their family." Ricky laughed a little.

Anggara smiled, he really did not care about anything other than Zahira and his future children.

"Tomorrow I have to go to the hospital, I want to check my wife's contents" he said later.

"He looks fatter, and his belly is so big." Ricky glanced at Zahira, what a change that was so obvious.

"true." Anggara looked at his wife who was asleep.

"Don't let him be so full of swallowing too much of yours." Ricky started with his crazy talk.

"It doesn't make her belly big." Aggara answered it with ordinary course, different if he used to avoid such chatter.

"Haha, the evidence is there you're still evasive." Ricky laughed out loud.

"I'm being serious, you're kidding me." Aggara is lazy to laugh, even though Ricky still laughs at him.

"Just enjoy it, before her ex-husband is crazy and teasing your happiness." Ricky smiled a little, he knew Anggara was also worrying about it, especially when Zahira was pregnant.

"Jiang I'm going to the office" Anggara said again.

"Yes, you're done with your business. In the office tomorrow, David will definitely come back to see you." Ricky was sure.

"Leave it." Anggara did not know to avoid it or let it go, but he also could not do the thing that was too late to his old friend.

*

While far behind them, the young man was still agitated, but he did not know where Anggara's private residence was. He was thinking about who to ask.

"Mama!" he said for a moment to slow down the speed of his car and lively mobile phone to contact Ayu.

"Hello honey, what are you calling Mama these nights?" a heavy voice sounded across the phone.

"Do you know Om Anggara's private home address?" radit asked in a hurry.

Ayu immediately woke up from her drowsiness, she was digesting Radit's speech just now.

"Mama doesn't know." Ayu replied with a heart that also started to fidget.

"Then please ask Papa." Radit still hasn't given up.

"Your father is sleeping, my dear. May you know why you're asking Anggara's home address?" Ayu wanted to confirm her suspicions.

"I saw Zahira with him Mama" Radit replied really seriously.

Indeed it made Ayu swallow his saliva forcibly, he did not expect if Radit knew it all first before he said it.