Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

123. I thought it was dead

Before long, they had already arrived in front of the two-story house. Zahira stared at the entire house without being missed, there was a sense of comfort and longing to burst out, she wanted to immediately enter running down the stairs and see someone coming.

His steps slowly towards the big door of the house, from the front he could see that in there he had been very memorized, playing, running, whining asking for a hold of a David.

"Little hold of Papa!" her door was so spoiled, the little boy's voice pierced her ear, causing tears to fall.

"Papa's beloved daughter" said David hugged his small body at the time.

"Zahira! Finish food!" the typical voice of a woman, was approaching with a plate and spoon in her hand.

Steps ceased.

Also Ayu who was walking accidentally saw Zahira had stepped in the living room, the woman dropped her phone accidentally.

"What's wrong with you?" David saw his wife suddenly stiff, but then also David was surprised.

"Zahira!" david said it was amazing why his daughter came to the house.

Zahira cried without speaking, her slow steps back forward.

"Darling!" Ayu and David approached at the same time, they stared in surprise but Zahira got closer and her tiny lips opened.

"Father, Mama!" the two delicate hands stretched out grabbing the two people before him, they hugged releasing longs, the tears of the three dripping full of haru.

"You're finally back" said David quietly, half-whispering he was enjoying the full moment.

A moment ago then Zahira let go of their embrace, the pregnant mother's breath rose and fell in the middle of the chest. Her clear eyes looked at the stairs behind David and Ayu, her little legs very memorized with every taste from one to another of those stairs. Up there, he slept soundly without anyone bothering him including Raditya.

Radite!

his memory wails when they are raised together, they play together, the boy always relents even though Zahira is naughty and crying, even his attitude is more mature than the older Zahira.

"Where are you going, honey?" Ayu restrained Zahira's body as she was about to step up there.

"I want to go to my room Mama" she replied subtly.

"Ah, let's sit down for a while. Just go to his room later after we have tea, you must be tired." Ayu purposely held him.

"I'm not tired, I just want to look for a moment" he said, not wanting to be prevented.

"Ta-, but!"

The sound of footsteps coming down the stairs made everyone turn their heads, not least Jia who had already seen that person. The confused David is also Ayu who is very worried, but not with Zahira.

Radit looked at Zahira as he descended the stairs, his eyes unblinking nor turning away from that perfectly beautiful face. The closer the happier his heart, the more demanding the longing in his heart, eager to immediately hug tightly and kiss the cheeked left cheek. Their eyes clashed, Radit's smile became hypnotic that froze the nerves in Zahira's body, the man greeted his unexpected arrival with a gaze of warmth that always radiated warmly.

"Wanna go to your room?" radit asked, his sharp eyes did not let go of Zahira's face.

But Radit's speech and voice make Zahira jerked, he felt he had heard the speech, he often heard the friendly speech. I wish she was happy to hear it again.

But

The woman looked at Zahira with a triumphant smile as she continued to do the hot thing to Raditya who was behind her on the sofa of the apartment back then.

Zahira's heart rumbled violently, his heart beating as if it was about to explode. Although there were footsteps behind him approaching but Zahira did not care, he was holding back the emotions and pain that was present suddenly repeated. Her beautiful eyes were blurred by the enveloping tears, though it was as strong as it was to hold back but eventually the clear grains fell as well.

"Zahira." call Radit slowly, the distance of the face is very close making the speech like a whisper. Radit's hand was raised wanting to reach the body he missed.

Realizing something that felt moving in her womb, they seemed to know if her mother was feeling empty. Zahira's hand moved and held her large belly, feeling an unexpected but not so strong movement. His eyes turned to look at the objects behind Radit, he set his breath and an aquarium mirrored a dashing man standing speechless he was staring at him softly.

"Zahira!" call Raditya again, this time Radit's hand grabbed Zahira's one hand but the woman dodged.

He turned around, walked a little faster letting his hijab and clothes drift a little, until a few steps of his hand stretched out, tucked between Anggara's two hands and hugged him tightly.

Anggara smiled slightly, letting Zahira's head sink into his field chest. Of course he returned the warm embrace lovingly.

"You left me." Anggara said slowly.

The hooded head shook his head, he still enjoyed the typical fragrance of the adult man until he closed his eyes.

"Zahira!" Radit grabbed the hand that was clinging to Anggara's waist with a slightly pushy movement. "Listen to me, I'm your husband Zahira, leave him!" radit said with a pleading face.

Zahira pulls his hand, he doesn't like Radit holding let alone a little pushy.

"You forget that you're separated" Anggara said, holding his firm hand and freeing the little arm from Raditya.

"Heh, I never dropped a talaq on him. How can we get divorced?" Radit still insisted on his opinion.

"Even the divorce deed from the court is in my hands." Anggara hugs Zahira and keeps away from Radit.

"That's you who made it, you and your assistant engineered a divorce without my knowledge, as well as Zahira." Radit seemed very emotional.

"I didn't engineer anything."

"Lying, you're cheating and making everything look like I'm guilty."

"You're wrong."

"I'm innocent, I'm just trapped and I want to keep my wife, I'm still her husband."

"You're not her husband." cried Anggara emotionally.

"I'm still her husband!"

"You even thought he was dead!" angrily Anggara, the adult man took Zahira away from David's house.

"Roman!" call Ayu to wake her son, glued with eyes staring blankly, face sad but her chest rumbled violently.

Radit looked down, he was thinking that what Anggara said was true, Radit thought he was dead!

"I swear I'll take my wife back!" Radit clenched his hands, he hated to see the old man controlling Zahira, he was just using Zahira, he was just deceiving Zahira. Those chaotic thoughts were controlling his head, he really wanted to be hostile towards Anggara.