Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

122. To Papa's house

"Removing the news is easy, but what about readers who have already seen and will certainly be a continuing warm gossip, for mothers it is a fun thing to make a conversation. So, we have to know the real news from you directly, at least there is clarification that it is not true, so we can make good news, especially to re-clean your name." a young businessman in the meeting room spoke about Anggara's wedding news.

"You're right, I'll explain everything without anything covered up. I married my wife to both of our wishes, and it is necessary to emphasize that her status at that time was not the wife of someone, but was divorced. My wife filed for divorce from her ex-husband, and a few months later she was willing to marry me." Anggara explained calmly.

"Can you also explain the reason for their divorce?" ask someone again.

"I think it's their personal business." Anggara replied not wanting to tell me why.

"But it's important!" answer the owners of private Media Television.

"Sorry can not, but for my wife's status at the time, she was indeed divorced and it can be proven" Anggara replied assuming everything was very clear.

"All right, we're gonna make everything okay." They all look compact.

"Mr Anggara, thank you for returning the shares to our company." the old man named Santoso said with his beautiful face.

"I've said it's only temporary." Ricky.

"We cannot betray" he replied with confidence.

"We believe." Anggara smiled this time.

His phone vibrated not once, it seemed like something was important and Anggara looked at the flashing screen.

"What's Jia?" anggara answered his phone call.

But then the man's face became extremely worried.

"Sorry I have to go home! Good day." Anggara left without waiting for an answer, he immediately went to his house.

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"Zahira!" call Anggara shake Zahira's body, the brown-eyed man is very worried.

"Why did my wife faint?" anggara asked Jia as well as the two loyal housekeepers following Zahira everywhere.

"So Miss played the piano, at first Miss was happy and comfortable when playing her tone, but a while later she looked tense and finally fainted" explained one of the house assistants.

Anggara turned to look at Jia.

"Right sir, I'm always with Miss Zahira" he replied lowered his head, he was afraid that the Boss might run amok.

"Honey, get up." said Anggara again, stroking the head also squeezed the tips of his legs alternately right and left.

"Let Auntie massage Non Zahira's legs." Aunty also hinted at the two housekeepers to leave them.

The aged woman began massaging and giving oil on the sidelines of Zahira's toes, he saw Zahira's face with pity.

"Bi!" call Anggara quivering, he really can't afford to see Zahira keep getting sick and often fainting like that.

"Yes?" Auntie saw the handsome face that was like her own son was very sad.

"I'm afraid of losing her, I'm really scared of Auntie" she said, making her want to cry.

"We just pray, I hope he's okay" replied Auntie also felt afraid.

"That's for sure Auntie, I'd rather see her angry than have to lose. I couldn't help Auntie, I really couldn't." her brown eyes didn't stop staring at the sleeping face, this time the eyes were wet with tears.

Anggara hugged him, peeked his cheeks as well as his forehead.

"It looks so." Anggara let go of his embrace, slowly he had to immediately prepare to take Zahira to the hospital.

But he stopped going when he saw the finger moving slowly, beautiful eyelashes moving as if splitting the river flow. His regular breathing turned deeper, he opened his eyes and saw Anggara's face unblinking.

"Darling you're awake?" anggara asked approaching the face of the ayu.

There was no answer, still in the same position he looked at Anggara's face.

"Darling?" Anggara became worried, he brought his face closer and stared into the clear eyeball.

"Of!" said slowly.

Two letters that greatly surprised Anggara, his heart seemed to be pierced weakening his entire body. But no, an Anggara will still be able to master the atmosphere.

"Yes?" the answer is a little smile.

Zahira cried, I don't know what made her sad, but she was really sad, her tears spilled so hard, her chest rose and fell with a breath of irregular tightness and roughness.

"Don't cry, I don't like it" Anggara said, still smiling.

"Father!" zahira said again, she was very sad.

"Your father is in his house, dear." Anggara replied, calming Zahira down.

"Roman!" zahira was more surprised.

The last speech made Anggara's chest pain, again he had to endure the feeling of indecision.

"We'll go there if you want." Anggara treated him patiently, not the least he was angry even though his heart was afraid of losing Zahira.

Zahira did not reply, her clear eyes had also stopped crying. He went back to sleep, but this time he actually slept and not fainted.

"Honey." call Anggara slowly, go back to the pretty face, stroke and peek at her cheek, making her squirm a little.

Zahira opened her eyes slightly, it was heavy for her eyelids to open. But at first glance the cornea of his eyes still had time to catch the image of Anggara so worried, and peeping his cheeks very friendly. It feels very comfortable, wanting to repeat it again.

"Sleep if you're sleepy, I'll always be here waiting for you." Anggara sat on a chair with a position hugging Zahira's waist, letting her women feel comfortable.

Zahira fell asleep until the next hours, but after he woke up even found Anggara asleep beside him, hugging tightly Zahira's body with a large stomach, the man was always faithful to take care of and take care of it.

Zahira got out of her sleep without waking Anggara, she came out of their room wearing a hijab that she hung beside the door.

"Where's the hell is the hell you going?" jia asked politely.

"Take me to Papa's house" he told Jia.

"But Miss just-"

"I really want to go there" Zahira said again, it sounded like an order.

"Alright, we're leaving Miss." Jia accompanies Zahira down to the ground floor, they head for the car and slide to David's house.

That sunny afternoon made Zahira miss David's house, there was genuine affection there as if calling him to come home soon.

"Miss is okay?" jia asked glanced at Zahira's face from the windshield.

"I'm fine." she replied, then looked back daydreamingly straight ahead.