Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

112. Watching the ex-wife

"Why are you sending people to spy on me, am I putting you at risk?" Anggara.

"No, you're even very nice to me" she replied quickly and then lowered her head.

"Then why did you let your daughter harm Zahira?" ask Anggara not to mince words.

The man's eyes widened, he really could not believe Anggara's question. The old heart seemed to want to stop for a moment, he did not expect if Anggara knew the actions of his only daughter.

Anggara smiled, he was too smart to fool an Anwar.

"I'm sorry Mr. Anggara, I really don't know, it's beyond my supervision. Believe me, if I don't support my daughter's behavior, but come back to the bond between son and father, I certainly don't want my son to go to jail. But back then Miss Zahira wasn't your wife yet."

"Even if she's not my wife, I'll still drag your daughter to jail! You know who Zahira is?" anggara asked, looking intently at Anwar.

"No-no" she answered nervously.

"He's the son of Revalia Az Zahra, the friend and woman who saved my life. Zahira's parents were my coworkers and best friends, and I loved Zahira from infancy, long before I knew you. Of course I would never let anyone hurt her even a little, not even her husband. And now that she's my wife, it makes me want to drag your son to jail right now."

"Though my daughter Mr. Anggara, I beg you to be kind this time. Anyway Miss Zahira is still alive Mr. Anggara, forgive my son."

"Zahira is still alive, but almost died many times, do I have to make your daughter almost die many times like my wife?" anggara asked not to raise his voice, but the frightening aura as well as his firmness was clearly visible.

"No sir, please don't do that." Anwar was sitting limp in the chair right behind him, his old face almost shedding tears.

"Then what about my men's lives, she's the kind girl my wife likes so much, she's Zahira's friend, she's always faithfully following Zahira away, she's always been, he even pushed my wife out before the car exploded on the edge of the abyss. Do I have to scorch your daughter to pay for Raya's death?" anggara sounded cold.

"No sir, please don't do that. She's my only daughter, I don't have anyone but her." Anwar knelt down and cried, he was terrified by what Anggara said.

"Then put your son in jail." Anggara asked.

"Please give me a moment when Mr. Anggara, my granddaughter is still a baby. After all he was currently the son-in-law of Mr David and Mrs Ayu, would he not be ashamed if his daughter-in-law went to prison?" Anwar's looking for an excuse.

"Of course not, your son will be divorced by her husband, just as my wife will have to part with Radit because of your son. And will be thrown away by her own in-laws, like my wife when she ran from home without anyone, she was alone. One more thing, your son will go to prison and suffer, just as my wife suffered for months in a long sleep because of your son. I think there's still a lot of suffering for my wife that your daughter hasn't felt, that's just part of it." Anggara sat leaning back exhaling his rough breath.

"Don't Mr. Anggara, I ask not now. I'm asking for four more months, until my grandson doesn't need ASI. Please think of Radit as well who would have gone after your wife if my daughter went to jail and split up." Anwar tries to find a loophole to get some leeway from Anggara.

"Who can take my wife? Only God can take it now. So there's no point in you persuading me with that cheap prank." Anggara shook his head watching Anwar who still did not stop trying to evade.

"I know Mr. Anggara, I'm sorry" he said sounding resigned.

"Well, I'm giving you some leeway while I find the man your daughter's friend is with, I'll make sure he'll be with your daughter in the cold cell." Anggara felt that everything was done.

"I can't give you an injection of funds or assistance of any kind. It's enough for you to use my money to finish off my wife and my men, and now you're spying on me. Please find someone else to save your company. Or if you really intend to harm me and my wife, please use your own money." Anggara gave him no hope.

"It's not so, sir, I'm not that bad." he defended himself.

"Enough Anwar, please leave this place. I'm not a fool to judge your crimes, I could have destroyed your company to the point of nothing. And I think it's better to wake up people like you, not having money might be more powerful to keep you from getting stuck." Anggara said.

He was so dizzy to hear the man speak that he was the only one who gave up on Ricky. Of course it's not a good idea to talk to Ricky, Anwar could be getting crazy with the behavior of the smart assistant.

"Want to have coffee together?" ricky asked Anwar, of course it was not a good offer.

"No, Mr. Ricky, thank you I had better retreat" he said nervously, his hands shaking with sweat dabbing at his temple.

Ricky smiled mischievously, the man was filled with fad and then came out following his big boss.

"Is it time we put him in jail?" ricky asked so excitedly.

"Find the man, we'll drag them all down."

*

At Ayu's office, Radit had just finished attending a large meeting. Ayu announces that his company will soon be taken over by Radit, his only son, the heir to Ayu's company.

"Our day will be a monthly meeting with some of our business partners, one of whom is Mr. Anggara. We have to prepare a detailed percentage, usually Mr. Anggara's assistant will ask all things very detailed." explained the 33-year-old female secretary.

"You come with me, I'm still learning." Radit does not want to take risks, even more so must deal with an old man who took his wife.

"Well Mr. Radit." he replied politely.

Ah the call 'sir' makes Radit feel old, but it should be like that if you want to be a man who is mature and responsible, worthy of being made a woman's shelter, he said, of course the woman in his mind was Zahira.

Radit smiled slightly, he was looking to rule the world, and was preparing to rival Anggara, if necessary to remove the man from the position of Zahira's current husband.

Radit suddenly felt like he wanted to see her, but where? He needs someone to keep an eye on and find Anggara's house.

"Accad!"

Radit patted his own forehead unaware that his cousin was Anggara's nephew.