Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)
121. That man
"Okay sir, wait a minute I call Mas Radit." replied ART was polite.
Radit came down from the second floor and saw Anwar below, his wife Laura. She was thinking of taking Laura, but instead she came alone with her mother, as well as her grandfather.
"Take Laura to the room." Radit orders the housekeeper, followed by Merry who holds Laura. Radit knew they wanted to go back to the house, clearly visible from the big bag that was carried along.
"I drove my daughter, and your daughter, back home. I just want your family intact, Laura has a father and mother, unlike Merry who had to choose, until finally her mother died" Anwar said with a sad face.
"Everyone knew that from the beginning, if I only loved Zahira, and I didn't want to give her hope or lie to Merry with false hopes" Radit said.
"I know, but don't make love an excuse to sacrifice your daughter." Anwar is certainly experienced in explaining household matters.
"It means I have to sacrifice my feelings" said Radit lirih.
"Parents have to sacrifice for their daughters." Anwar answered with confidence.
Radit was at a loss for words, remembering if he needed to ask something.
"What's your problem with Anggara?" tanya Radit stared in full search.
The old man was surprised, his eyes were perfectly rounded, but then he tried not to be surprised.
"You're spying on him, aren't you?" ask Radit again.
"I don't mean to, I just want to know all their activities and what the reason is that until he withdraws all his shares" Anwar said, he was in the middle of a fight.
"I think your reasons are not right. Make sure you're not covering up something, and remember not to mess with Zahira." Radi approached, speaking a little threateningly.
"He's not your wife, your wife is Merry the mother of your daughter Laura, so you better not interfere in the affairs of people's wives" Anwar replied very calmly.
Radit was furious to hear it, but this time he smiled. "Before becoming my wife, she was my brother. I don't want him to get involved in anything. I'll make sure I don't stay quiet."
"It's overkill." Anwar replied.
"There's nothing superfluous, it's that involving a woman like her is overkill for you." Radit replied.
"Didn't you dislike Anggara, you should have supported me to destroy him."
"If I want to destroy Anggara, the goal is different. Not for the benefit of others" Radit replied.
"Captured his wife?" asked Anwar cynically.
"She's mine, just for now I'm giving in." Radit is no less cynical.
The old man shook his head, preferring to go home. He does not want to look chaotic because of Radit's suspicions, he could be caught because he talks too much.
Radit passed by to Laura's room, wanting to see her daughter.
"I want to hold Laura for a minute." Radit grabbed the small body and hugged it in the chest.
Mutual silence even though in one room, not talking to each other only the voice of Laura was heard speaking in baby language. Radit was busy peeping Laura's puffed cheeks, while Merry sat on the bed looking at the proximity of the two.
"I thought we'd be happy after we got married and had Laura, but in fact we became strangers who hated each other. If only I could repeat the time, I would rather not know you." said Merry with a sad face, he left Radit and Laura.
His heart was still in pain considering how happy he was to live with Zahira, the fragrance of his body still continued to loom in every breath, beating the fragrance of Laura's body. But it hurts more when imagining he is with another man, surely Anggara has it all, and everything. Beautiful wife calms the soul when she sees it, pleasing the heart when talking to her. Radit is so missed!
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"We held a meeting for media partners whose shares we had taken." that morning Anggara deliberately went to the office and devised a plan to confront Anwar.
"They'll come here as fast as lightning" replied Ricky confidently.
"Attack that cheap news, find the mastermind, remove all until it is not left out." Anggara ordered.
"It's definitely him again." said Ricky as he opened his laptop looking at the news this morning.
"Has the child been found?" anggara looked seriously.
"There was already a trace, he was in a city in a mountainous area. My men are already there, make sure he doesn't get away with it."
"We're gonna take it all apart." Anggara is really furious.
"You sure?" ricky asked to stop the activity on the black keyboard.
"I'm sure. I'm also sure my wife will be okay." Anggara stared back at Ricky without a doubt on his face.
"alright. Even if you wanted to now you could drag him to jail." Ricky's back on his laptop.
"No, I'd love to pat it all open." Anggara smiled slightly, his brown eyes implying the hostility he would win.
"You helped your rival." Ricky laughs.
"No problem, Zahira will definitely stay with me." he replied confidently, his big smile was always engraved when considering that he already had Zahira.
"What about other companies?" ask Ricky again.
"You just selection, if anyone is able to stand alone then pull our shares. I'm tired of working too hard, I want to spend time with my family" she said imagining the time could end.
"I understand and it's time for you to rest. Enjoy your love as big as the ocean, and your wife always wants to be with you." Ricky supports.
"You get everything done, make sure no one gets affected by the stock drawdown."
"OK."
The Anggara house.
The piano in the corner of the large room invited Zahira's attention, for some reason he felt he had played piano with someone.
He sat down and began to touch, one note, two notes, and many tones began to melodious. His lentic fingers touched gently so skillfully played each line of black and white.
Between conscious and unconscious the tone he played became a song, 'Assalamualaika'. The closer his tone drew the shadow he was crying and someone had rubbed him. A man watched him sitting and playing the thing, he smiled in awe, he approached, he stood firmly beside him, he leaned over and looked friendly, and he hugged with a happy face.
Suddenly the room became dark with fireflies flying very much.
