Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

118. Reasonless

"What does Papa mean?" merry asked with a surprised face.

"You guys fought, didn't you? You should have seduced and relented to take her heart. Our company is now close because Anggara is withdrawing its shares, papa is in trouble" Anwar told Merry.

"Papa's kidding." Merry couldn't believe what her father said.

"That's right, Papa's not kidding. If you can survive then we can use it." Anwar sat down tired.

"I just don't like that he's still thinking about that damn woman, he should be dead" Merry said.

"Darling, Anggara knows about your crime. He threatened Papa and asked Papa to put you in jail, but Papa begged not to at this time."

"How does he know Papa?" merry looked very scared.

"Papa doesn't know, but he seems to have another reason for not taking you to jail. Papa is very scared, Papa is thinking of a plan to strike back Anggara so as not to take you to prison, but Papa is having a hard time with money" he said sadly.

Merry was sitting on the living room couch, his heart was exercising like a drum that was being broken. The fear enveloped his heart, recalling a time in the hospital the man said he would meet at the police station. Meaning Anggara was already preparing to take him, Merry was really dizzy thinking about his fate ahead. What about Laura, Radit would definitely be furious.

"Papa's T-shirt will take you back to Radit's house" Anwar said.

*

"Mas, I want to go home." asked Zahira to Anggara, the hand that continued to be in the grasp was a little rebellious.

"Tomorrow, you need a break, baby." Anggara stroked her pretty face.

"Can't I just rest at home? Here the smell of medicine, I don't like." that spoiled whimper always touched Anggara's heart.

"If at home you won't rest, dear, you will be busy with me and will be exhausted afterwards." Anggara's tease occasionally dyed Zahira's wiggly fingers.

"That makes me very comfortable, you always keep me calm" Zahira said with her own eyes.

"What if I don't hug you something makes you uncomfortable?" anggara asked wanting to know what his wife was thinking.

"I feel like something is always coming to disturb my mind, every night I wake up a lot and feel like something is getting stuck in my chest."

"Dear listen to me, everyone has a past, be it fun or sad. You, me, and everyone else has, experienced it. But not everything that hurts will be scary, maybe it's a lesson for us not to be weak and more alert to the same thing. Also fun, we can not repeat and re-enjoy it as well as sad, it will not come back and will not be repeated again. Especially now that I am, rest assured I will not let anything hurt you, I will take care of you with my life." Anggara paused for a moment.

Zahira still did not speak, listening to Anggara by tilting her body.

"We will live happily, dear, there are our children who will give you great happiness, they will need you most, they will be solace when your sad memory strikes again, they will heal your heart. They'll call you mom, and I'm her dad, that makes me so happy. Having you, having children from you, God is very kind to me, and I do not want you to be sad just because of the past. Think of the past as garbage that makes your nose smell, and get rid of it as far as possible so as not to disturb."

"It looks like I should, clean up that annoying trash. Including the woman who hates me, I want to wipe everything clean." she replied excitedly.

"I'm willing to be a broom to clean it" Anggara joked with a sweet smile.

"No, you'll be tempted to make a child with him."

"I'm not interested, I've chosen you to spend the rest of my life." Anggara stroked the delicate hand of Zahira who was grabbing his nape.

"Where's Papa?" ask Zahira suddenly.

"Somewhere outside, your father just fell asleep." replied Anggara, the man was always honest.

"Of course he's worried about you, he loves you so much." Anggara smile.

"What is his house far away?" the always curious attitude is back in sight.

"Not really, maybe not for an hour" he replied, unable to escape the hand that hugged his neck.

"I want to go there."

"Originally you're always happy, I'll keep you company." Anggara stroked Zahira's head, asking the beautiful woman to go to sleep immediately.

"Sleep here, I don't want to be alone." Zahira patted the big bed of the VIP room.

"I'm afraid of khilaf." Anggara replied still in a sitting position on the chair and hugged Zahira's waist.

"I want you to be a khilaf." replied Zahira began to close her eyes, Anggara's warm elusan made her very comfortable.

"Tomorrow I'll make you helpless, dear." Anggara also closed his eyes, a glimpse of a sweet smile from their red lips rose, beautiful as a crescent moon in the eyes of Anggara.

Just as the handsome man closed his eyes, the phone in his suit pocket shook making him wake up with a slightly dizzy head.

"What's Jia?" ask Anggara after pressing the green button.

"Mister Anwar's spies got away, we couldn't find his whereabouts until tonight" he reported with hunting breath.

"What do they want to know?" ask Anggara.

"They're after Miss Zahira" Jia replied confidently.

"Observate that old Bangka man, we can't take him for granted." Anggara changed his position to sit, he lost his drowsiness because of the news.

"Good." Jia closed her cell phone call.

Anggara turned to look at the beautiful face that sleeps obliquely in front of him, his red lips pursed with regular breaths reconciling the heart. Anggara hugged her gently, the most precious treasure to her was her, just her.

At 05:00 am Anggara moved from his seat, he would go to the office as promised with Ricky.

"Where are you going?" David who just finished praying greeted Anggara.

"I will pray for a while, but after that I will go to the office because there is something very important. I'm picking up Zahira, don't leave her even if it's just for a minute." Anggara spoke seriously.

"What's wrong?" David knows exactly if Anggara is worried.

"I can't explain it." answered Anggara grabbing the jacket Jia had brought, the woman had just arrived, immediately entering to keep Zahira in place of Anggara.

"You can count on me, she's my daughter." David smiled, accepting the trust of the old friend, it was clear that Anggara had no intention of separating them. Only he takes care of Zahira too much, afraid of losing his wife.

"Your daughter is pregnant with my children." Anggara smile.

"Go away." patted Anggara on the shoulder, convinced that Anggara was a good son-in-law.

In David's heart, laughing, not expecting fate to bring them together, it was certain that the marriage did not happen in circumstances that were without reason.