Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

113. This is what it feels like

"Hello Akbar, where are you?" ask Radit over his cell phone call.

"I'm with the others, we're counting the amount of money needed to build the Villa and the others" Akbar replied across the street.

"Oh, sorry I didn't help." Radit felt bad.

"No problem, just so happy." joked Akbar again.

"I want to ask you something." Radit's voice sounded serious.

"What?" ask Akbar astonished.

"I want to know your Uncle's home address" Radit said.

"You want to go there?" ask Akbar to worry.

"No, I just want to ask someone to keep an eye on Zahira, when she's out and where" Radit replied honestly.

"You want to send a spy, isn't it wrong to spy on someone's wife?" akbar's voice was shocked.

"She stole my wife, why should I feel guilty just wanting to know her situation."

"Origin you don't make a fuss, I'll tell you. You know my position went awry, you're my brother, Om Anggara himself my father's cousin. So don't let me down!" Akbar really wants Radit to promise.

"I know, I won't let you down." Radit replied sounding earnest.

"I'll send you the address."

"Thank you." Radit smiled, disconnecting his phone call.

*

Monthly meeting that Radit awaited to meet Anggara, instead he did not find the rival man. Anggara's mainstay assistant representing this time, Aggara deliberately avoided meeting with Radit's family for a while.

But not despair the man continued to try to meet Zahira, until the next day he got information that Zahira was going with Jia.

His frequent smile rose as if he found a large chunk of diamonds, his heart excited with an unusually passionate stir.

That day, Zahira went with Jia to buy some maternity clothes as she wished. The beautiful woman who looks fat takes a lot of clothes, not to miss snacks or cakes, fruit and various other foods.

"Sir Anggara advised not to buy this one." Jia took back the food that had already gone into the basket.

"Why?" asked Zahira looking at her beautiful bodyguard.

"It's too spicy, and less good for pregnant women. Better the others, if you like spicy can be added with chili." Jia suggested, her right hand put the instant food back in its original place.

"Alright, my husband is very much in charge of my needs. He should have come along to be with me." he thought Anggara was busy.

"Master is in a sudden job Miss." Jia only knew that according to what Anggara said.

"I want the fruits there." Zahira pointed at the box and the neatly lined fruit basket.

"Please Miss." Jia encouraged her employer's groceries, the pregnant woman took more food.

"Zahira!" the voice of someone calling.

The handsome man smiled, looking at Zahira's pretty face without missing any curves. His little eyes were about to cry, his firm hands were about to hug Zahira.

"Sorry, Miss can't talk to just anyone. Don't disturb our Miss's comfort." as usual Jia will block and obstruct people who want to get close to Zahira.

"I-i"

"Dear Zahira!" Akbar who had just come directly greeted Zahira with a big smile, one hand held Radit's arm so as not to approach Zahira.

Zahira only smiled a little, she did not know what to answer, nor did she know all of them.

Jia stared intently at the hairy man on the face, she did not like anyone who was pretentious to her mistress.

"I am Om Anggara's nephew." said Akbar immediately, seeing the girl's eyes quite creepy, but pretty.

"I know, but not to get close to Miss Zahira." replied Jia unmoved back to Zahira, her slim body and straight hair looking so attractive with sharp eyes without a smile.

"Hey, she should be my aunt, but we're the same age and I know her!" Akbar still wants to get close to Zahira.

Jia's hand pushed Akbar's body, for a moment the impulse turned into a strong grip on Akbar's chest. "Dare to get close I can break your nose" he said coldly.

Akbar gaped at him, the little woman was not playing games, of course he did not want to fight with his Uncle bodyguard who is a woman.

Even he was enjoying the beautiful face of Jia up close, the tiny lips that did not talk much look tempting, Akbar so his own smiles saw it.

"Basic crazy." Jia took off her grip and immediately took Zahira away.

"Zahira" said Radit slowly, the man seemed to lose strength, without people realizing his small eyes noticed Zahira in great detail. Not to miss her full stomach, looks beautiful once covered in a long dress with a long hijab on her body.

He used to hope that Zahira would conceive her child, making the beautiful woman fat and whining for her help when it was difficult to do anything. But God chose another woman to conceive and give birth to her child. While Zahira is now happy, pregnant with Anggara's child.

"You can't treat him all you want. Remember she's my Uncle's wife! He's recovering in his brain. If you want him to be okay then you should be able to control yourself, and don't try to hit the war drums if you want to get close to him." Akbar quite understands the situation, wants everything to be fine.

Radit reassembles the lost energy, this time chasing Zahira. Looking outside but not finding it. Radit re-entered and accidentally saw the woman buying pregnant mother's milk in the corner of the shopping center.

Slowly he approached, hoping the body contained and teasing it could be close and maybe touched accidentally, just a longing remedy. He stepped up but was disappointed even closer.

"I like the Mango" he said, holding two boxes of Mango-flavored milk.

"Brown tastes good too, dear." Anggara also took one box of milk and put it in the basket.

"That chocolate is for you." replied Zahira without looking.

"But I'm not pregnant!" Anggara was imagining when Zahira forced him to drink milk, maybe it was better not to buy it.

They did not know behind them there was a person who felt pain looking at the sight.

Retreat slowly, the tightness hit back without being able to do anything. David's various sayings became guidelines for him, although it was so difficult to be sincere and mature. He left the place wounded.

"Zahira, is this what it was like when you found out Merry was pregnant with my son? It hurts so bad, it hurts so much." Radit hid in the car, away from the crowd enjoying the raining feeling alone.

"You okay?" Akbar immediately asked, peeking from the windshield of the car slightly open.