Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

117. Shouldn't have fought

Arriving home, let alone say hello, enter his own house Radit as if reluctant to step. A messy face, a chaotic heart, also various thoughts that are like tangled threads do not know where the tip of the base is.

"You're still seeing your ex-wife." Merry stopped Radit's steps, the woman stood up to Radit in the living room.

"Yes." Yeah."

"You're outrageous!" merry was upset.

"I've told you, if I did love him from the beginning until now" replied Radit with a lazy face.

"He's married to someone else, and you're still a stupid man who's never stopped loving him. Radit can you open your eyes a little? Look at me, I who was pregnant also gave birth to your child with great difficulty. Butwhat? You said we'd get married again, but until now you've ignored me, what do you think of me? I also have a painful feeling when you lightly mention Zahira's name." Merry was half screaming.

"You know I don't love you."

"But you should try, there's Laura Radit! There's our son." Merry started crying.

Radit sat on the sofa, putting his car keys carelessly.

"It looks like we can't remarry" Radit said softly but very clearly.

"What do you mean?" ask Merry grimly.

"I'm not used to being happy for you Merry, it's good to find someone else to be your husband." Radit couldn't stand the weight on his head.

"No! You promised to get married again and live a real household with me. I don't want you to make toys, which you love sometimes and then you put them down, then you pick them up and you leave them carelessly. I'm Radit's man, I'm your wife, the mother of your child!" Merry yelling.

"I know I'm going to raise Laura you don't have to worry" Radit said, still holding a dizzy grip on his head.

"Just kid you want to raise Laura, you're gonna take it and throw me out? It won't happen, I'll take Laura with me. If you dump me then it means you don't want your son." Merry leaves Radit for his room.

"Merry wait!" Radit called out to him but the woman did not listen at all.

"Merry!" Radit chased Merry into his room.

Merry opens the closet, packs Laura's clothes, puts them in a big suitcase without Radit trying to prevent it.

"Merry, you can't take Laura, she's my daughter! You remember that because of keeping Laura I lost Zahira, I hope you understand that she's precious to me!" Radit raised his voice this time, Radit's hand grabbed Laura's clothes that Merry had put in the suitcase.

"If she's valuable to you you should have kept me Radit, I'm her mother! Not even busy taking care of your ex-wife who is married to someone else. It's obvious she no longer loves you, she even proudly holds her old husband." Merry raised his index finger pointing towards the wall, as an expression he had seen Zahira with Anggara.

"Where did you see it?" Radit stared intently at Merry, not knowing that his wife had met Zahira but not telling him.

"Heh, everywhere. In the hospital, in the Mall, in the salon, they are always together, be-gi-tu friendly. She was even pregnant with Anggara's child, married for how many months, but her pregnancy was like it was about to give birth. It turns out that the wife you're proud of is just like me, MU-RA-HAN!"

Plakkk

The smooth and dense cheeks were reddened, his curly hair partially covering his face due to the harsh slap from Raditya.

Silent

Merry was silent with her face turned forcibly due to Radit's slap, her face really hurt. Not only the face but his heart is being torn apart, slapped by a husband who is more defending his ex-wife than he is a wife and mother of his child.

"You slapped me just because of that damn woman!" merry shouted very loudly.

"So your mouth, don't insult Zahira if you don't know her." - Radit.

"You who don't know her, she's even more cruel and violent than a street woman. You just don't know Radit, you're fooled by his pretty face and innocent demeanor. He's not that good!" Merry continued to scream while crying.

"Oh, did you see him a lot, or did you know a lot about Zahira? What's your purpose?" Radit approached, staring intently made Merry shudder in horror.

"I'm jealous, I just want to know what makes you still think about it. You never touch me just because you think about that woman all the time, while she's sleeping with Anggara touching her, even carrying her child."

"He was pregnant with his child! And it's a fortune I can't have." Radit also shouted, he could not bear to hear the name Zahira mentioned his wife.

"Then Laura? You don't think it's luck?" Merry shook her head slowly, her tears falling down her reddened cheeks.

"Laura is precious to me, Merry, but I really can't love you" Radit said softly.

"That's because you're still thinking about your ex-wife. I'm just being a worthless stupid woman, maybe I should just go." Merry holds Laura without caring about Radit.

"Merry don't take Laura!" Radit grabbed Laura from Merry's embrace, but it didn't work because Merry hugged her so tightly.

"He's my son, I gave birth to him. You weren't even there when I was pregnant, you were just busy thinking about Zahira." said Merry, very angry.

"But he's my son, you forgot I wanted to marry you back then because of him." Radit pointed at Laura.

"Then forget about Zahira, you'll get Laura" replied Merry not to lose.

Radit fell silent, he could not plead with Merry, and instead Merry was testing Radit's feelings, Merry remained out by taking Laura away.

"Merry!" call Radit in his yard when Merry is about to take his taxi.

"I'm sick of hearing Zahira's name always coming out of your mouth" he said, stepping into the car leaving Radit in the yard.

Radit got dizzy watching Merry go take Laura. Want to prevent but he is lazy if he has to give a promise, in fact he can not open his heart.

*

"Father!" merry shouted as he arrived at a luxurious house owned by his father.

The door opened, looking as if the old man was already standing with his eyes wide open looking at Merry carrying a large suitcase with Laura.

"I want to stay here." Merry walked in and left her suitcase, her father grabbed her and carried the suitcase inside.

"You should not quarrel, for he is our only hope" said Anwar, sitting limply on the couch.