Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

127. Don't mess around.

Radit was again surprised, how maybe Laura is not his daughter, clearly in the CCTV footage she was the first person to do that to Merry. Or is Anggara distracting her? But for what? The thoughts suddenly entered Radit's head.

"You don't mess around! I obviously knew if Laura was my daughter, that's why I stuck with Merry up to-"

"To ruin your own life? If you don't believe it doesn't matter, it's better than you keep thinking about my wife who's obviously pregnant with my son." Anggara cut off Radit's speech.

"That's different!"

"Talking to you makes this room lose oxygen." Anggara stepped through it.

"I'm not finished!" Radit.

"You take care of your favorite daughter's DNA. If she's your daughter I'll postpone her arrest, but if not? I'll soon take your wife into custody." Anggara said.

"If it's delayed he'll leave" Radit said with his mind.

"You think he never tried to escape? If he can then he's been gone since a while ago, and Anwar doesn't need to be hostile to me." Anggara looked at Radit's stupid face.

Radit rubbed his face rough, he felt useless and lost away from Anggara. The man grabbed the phone from the table, and came out without turning his head, ahead of Anggara's step. Radit headed to his car with a tangled face and mind no less tangled anyway, it turns out that all this time he was fooled by many people. His car drove, but then he was confused where to go, wanted to go to his mother-in-law's Mars Media office, or immediately went home to meet with Merry and ask the truth.

For a moment he stopped and drove back, maybe went home first, immediately confirmed Laura's DNA as Anggara said. It must be admitted that the man can really be relied on, naturally Zahira prefers to be with him. Many times Radit rubbed his face rough to his hair, but not also repel the anxiety that felt increasingly uncomfortable.

I want to punch someone, but who? If it's Merry then it's useless, she's a woman who won't retaliate even if she's beaten to death, or Anwar? Ah old bangka that also does not need a blow, but it needs to be emphasized that he should not interfere.

"Merry?" call Radit after you're home and head to Laura's room.

"Merry!" radit shouted with his anger. But still no answer, it looks like Merry's not home.

"What's the matter Radit?" asked Radit's housekeeper, he came closer in a hurry to hear Radit scream.

"Where did Merry go?" asked Radit, his white skin is now flushed.

"So took Mas's taxi, probably to his parents' house" replied the woman wearing the apron.

Radit shook his hand to let the ART leave immediately. Radit-pun back out to the car, it looks like he will catch up with Merry and Laura to the house of Anwar-in-law. It's better, meeting two people at once to discuss things related to them, however Merry has gone too far.

"He has separated me from Zahira, I will not forgive you. Especially if Laura's not my daughter." Radit spoke to himself while occasionally clenching his hands.

Luckily he did not re-marry her, otherwise the problem would be even more complicated. Radit shook his head and massaged his increasingly heavy head due to many unexpected loads.

*

A smiling woman saw the arrival of the black car, she left Jia, walking closer to the car impatiently.

Anggara came out with a sweet smile engraved on his handsome face, immediately grabbing and hugging the woman's body lovingly. "Dear Assalamualaikum" he said staring at Zahira's pretty face.

"Wa'alaikum salam." replied Zahira, immediately buried his face in Anggara's chest.

"My wife is happy?" tanya Anggara kissed the head of Zahira.

"Lately you've been saying greetings" she replied in hiding.

"Of course, I forgot because I often deal with people of different faiths, my business partners are various religions and customs, until I follow their habits. But now that I won't be like that anymore, there are two children who will respond to our togetherness, including speech and mood, be it me or you." Anggara explained.

"True, we have to be good parents if we want to make our children good people, they are a reflection of the parents."

"It's a real shame, and you should always be happy that's the main." Anggara saw the face on his chest.

Then they entered the room on the second floor. Helping her husband take off his clothes and pamper her, Zahira is enjoying the beauty of being a wife, truly a wife.

In the past when with Radit he also did that, it's just that fate changed the course of someone's life as he wanted so he had to part in an extraordinary way. Maybe God did create a Zahira for Anggara, it felt really fitting when all the longing was united, when the sense of wanting to always be close and not want to be separated, Zahira felt his life was perfect.

"What is my wife thinking?" anggara asked again, his firm hands reaching for Zahira took the shirt he was holding and placed it on the bed.

"I'm just enjoying this complete life. Me, you and our future children. I'm really lucky to meet and be your wife, I'm so happy" she said with deepening dimples.

"I am the one who is feeling lucky, having a very young, beautiful wife and now carrying twins for me" Anggara replied very romantically.

"That's because you planted the seedlings, I just accepted." Zahira returns to fishing for Anggara.

"Not really, I can be that great because seeing my wife is really tempting." Anggara kissed Zahira's cheek, eager to bite in that place.

"You're very smart to make excuses" he said spoiled.

"That's right, you're too pretty to miss. I couldn't even sleep the first night I was your husband, I was so happy, so grateful God brought me to you. Though I am not the first in your heart."

"Honestly if I could choose, I want to be first and make you first too. But we can't choose the path of life as we wish, until I make you a place to run."

"Of course I won't waste this opportunity." Anggara hugging and peeling back his cheeks, a touch full of longing that he was unable to let go, just shifted and shifted to explore all that can be in the sense of increasingly delicious. Unknowingly Anggara's hand was already hiding behind Zahira's expensive dress, both of them dissolved in a tempestuous sense forgetting for a moment what was going to happen out there.