Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

105. Likes everything

The sun began to peek between the curtains that had been blotted out, her lashes began to move beautifully but her molecular body was still hiding inside a thick warm blanket.

His clasped hands extended out like the wings of a butterfly that had just formed from the shell of a gray cocoon. It was more beautiful than the rose buds that were displayed in a ceramic fitting in the corner of the room.

"Mas!" call him, after the hand did not find a dashing figure that always made him comfortable.

But there was no one, not even in the bathroom, no noise was heard. Then he woke up and looked out, with a distinctive face of waking up he looked around until he arrived at the stairs of the middle room of the Second floor.

Step by step he climbed up and finally arrived at the Third floor. The spacious room looked quiet, but it sounded an active moving device. Zahira followed and opened the door of the large room.

The beautiful face was sparkling to see Anggara was exercising with all the equipment there, too excited to make his dashing body sweat in every muscle box in the chest and all other parts. The man looked so sexy with an adult face and messy hair, no wonder he was a former military man.

The man turned around and did a push-up on the floor with a thin foam pad on his knees and hands. Her burly shoulders are seen forming with an ornate scar on the right.

Zahira smiled gently watching the adult man still unaware of his presence, until Anggara turned his head and saw him.

"Darling!" call him to stand up immediately, reach for a towel wiping sweat on the face, neck, arms, and other parts.

Zahira increasingly smiled widely, her beautiful face gave a freshness of its own for Anggara who was regulating tired breath due to exercise.

"Why smile at myself seeing me exercise, hem?" His sturdy hands grabbed Zahira's waist and hugged her for a moment.

"I like everything you do." replied Zahira in her smooth voice.

"Are you imagining something?" Anggara teased her with a sigh hitting the beautiful face.

Zahira did not answer and instead tightened his embrace on Anggara's body. Makes the man smile more happily.

"We're going to the hospital, baby." Anggara looked at the clock on the wall to his left.

"I haven't had a bath" replied Zahira still hiding in Anggara's chest.

"You want to bathe?" Anggara teased her again, the beautiful face again smiling happily with a heart that always flowered in every Anggara teasing and seducing her.

Thirty minutes later Zahira was ready with her hijab, the young pregnant young woman looked elegant and made people anxious to see her, not least Anggara who was opening the car door, the man was very happy with the moment of pregnancy that made Zahira more spoiled and always afraid of losing her.

"My wife is beautiful." she stroked Zahira's head gently before closing the door again.

Slowly moving with an occasional hand Anggara grabbed the taut fingers and kissed it, Zahira's head did not miss leaning on the warm shoulder of someone who was driving.

"Let's go sweetie." Anggara came out first, opened the door and took her to the Obstetrician's room.

"How are you, Mr Anggara, Madam?" The young doctor greeted me kindly.

"Good Doctor." Zahira replied with a smile.

"So, looks like we should talk for a second." Anggara asked to speak with the woman's doctor.

"All right." The doctor led Anggara to the room next to him, leaving Zahira sitting in the waiting chair.

Whether what they're talking about, Zahira sits there sweetly believing Anggara wants the best for him and their son.

"Is Doctor Amelia still a long time? I can't leave my daughter for too long!"

The voice made Zahira turn her head, she had heard the voice of the woman.

"Not for long Miss, only if I'm willing can I install the contraceptive that Miss wants." a nurse nurse replied confidently.

"No, I just want Doctor Amelia." the woman replied with an annoyed face.

"Why install contraceptives, you should make many children to defend your husband!" Zahira quipped him, he could not bear to not talk considering that he was very showing off with his distended stomach.

"You!" he was very surprised.

But Zahira did not want to see his face, looking the other way with a sinless face.

"My son is too small, and he wants it all the time." Merry replied with a proud smile.

"really?" Zahira looked at him, smiling slightly.

"Of course." Merry tried to convince him.

"I don't believe." Zahira again threw away her sight.

"Believe it or not she's definitely my husband, always with me."

"Haha, that's weird." Zahira stood up, feeling close to the woman made her amused.

But Merry stood up first by deliberately stepping and nudging Zahira to make him almost fall.

Zahira became angry and nimbly grabbed Merry's shoulder with a firm grip.

"You dare hurt me?" Merry turned his head angrily and kicked Zahira in the stomach.

Luckily Zahira dodged, and immediately pushed Merry down, his head hitting the end of the chair where they had sat before.

"Gee!" Merry half-shouted and grimaced in pain, his hand directly holding his right side head that might have been bumped.

"Don't try to touch me, I can beat you up not just to make you fall, but can stomp your head" Zahira said sounding scary.

A nurse who was about to enter the doctor's room saw and immediately helped Merry to stand up.

"Miss is okay?" the nurse asked to see Merry still grimacing.

"Take him off before I make him a doormat!" Zahira looked down at Merry who was still in pain.

"What's going on?" Doctor Amelia entered with Anggara, they both looked astonished by the chaotic circumstances.

"He pushed me down, I'll report you to the police." Merry was still holding his head.

"Please don't be afraid!" Zahira won't budge.

Anggara approached Merry with a cold gaze, "We will definitely meet at the police station but not now" he said slowly but with great emphasis.

Merry immediately left, passed away leaving the room with annoyance, anger also somehow let alone.

"Are you okay, honey?" Anggara hugged while one hand stroked touching the face, hands to feet making sure his wife was okay.

"He's your mistress?" zahira asked with a sharp look and an annoyed face.

"Of course not, I'm not even interested in getting to know him." Budget still hugged Zahira.

"Why does she look so hateful to me, as if I were seizing her husband?" Zahira is still angry.

"Sorry Doc." Anggara hinted to ask for a moment.

The doctor smiled and entered the room first.