Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)
128. Owe one life
Zahira's clear sparkling eyes received that warm touch, her hands hugging tightly with one at the waist and one at the nape of Anggara letting her husband move freely in search of something challenging, I don't know when they have positioned themselves in the soft bed so fitting and looks beautiful.
"Someone knocked on the door" said Zahira, releasing her red lips from Anggara.
"Leave it." Anggara continued his warm pagutan, the man was reluctant to move away from their delicious activities.
"Emmh, it might be important!" Zahira tried to escape from Anggara's confinement, his wiggly hands slightly pushed the chest that was deflated with difficulty regulating the breath.
"Just disturb." Anggara moved from his mesra position, grabbed a shirt that was still folded neatly and wore it immediately. The handsome face looked annoyed to have to endure something that had already rebelled, making Zahira giggle amusedly look at it.
"What's wrong?" anggara asked annoyedly, after closing the door of the room again and saw a male bodyguard who had been continuously knocking on the door.
"Someone came, the young man confessed to your nephew" he said lowered his head.
"Where is he?" Anggara stepped towards the stairs.
"He was having a fight with Miss Jia" he said a little doubtfully, the man was a new bodyguard.
Anggara turned his head, frowning in wonder.
"I'm just guests! Why did you keep me from coming in?" the young man asked Jia.
"Since you're not the one who used to come here, I'm naturally suspicious of you. Anyway you look like a villain with feathers on your face, it's terrible" Jia said furiously and stared dislikefully.
"How criminals? Are your eyes minus?" reply the man to Jia.
Jia stared intently at him, eager to hit the face of the pretentious handsome man.
"Why look at me like that? Do you like me?" ask the man again.
"Just look at you I want to throw up" Jia replied with a face.
"Accad?" call Anggara wonder his nephew came after a long time did not show the trunk of his nose.
"Om, he kicked me out!" Akbar pointed at Jia.
"That's because he's kind of familiar with Young Miss" Jia replied unwillingly to be cornered.
"I told you he's my friend, you don't believe it." Akbar felt victorious with the presence of Anggara.
"You deserve to be suspected after a long time did not appear even came and pretentious with my wife." Anggara said as he invited Akbar to sit in the spacious living room.
"I just miss, can't I come here?" tanya Akbar still glanced at Jia who was a bit far away from him.
"Hinduced to whom?" tanya Anggara looked at Akbar whose eyes stole a glance at the female bodyguard at the door.
"Of course you." Akbar pretended to be serious about talking to Anggara.
"Based on the boy." muttered Anggara.
"I'm an adult, Om could still think of me as a boy" spoke with a sulking face.
"Don't tell your cousin to spy on me and my wife" Anggara said.
"I've grown up able to distinguish right from wrong, why am I spying on married people" he replied leaning back.
"Good, just don't talk about me in the back." Anggara was still staring curiously.
"Om gonna have to trust me, I'm not a sycophant." Akbar was upset.
"All right, I believe." Anggara leaned back, he did not intend to suspect his nephew, only he was very upset that Akbar's arrival disrupted his activities with Zahira.
"How's your dad doing?" ask Anggara later.
"Papa's fine, he hasn't come home from abroad" Akbar replied tiredly.
"In the apartment, sometimes at home. It feels so tired to live alone." lamented Akbar.
"Then get married just so you don't get lonely." Anggara suggested, it makes Akbar's heart happy.
"I don't have the right woman to marry." Akbar smiled, his black eyes glanced at Jia again, but the woman blatantly threw away her face.
Indeed, the sight made Anggara smile, it turns out his guess did not miss if his nephew was targeting Jia. "You like it?" anggara said slowly.
Akbar smiled, his hands went up on his head and scratched not an itch there, his face looked happy but his attitude went awry.
"Then please fight, good luck. Lucky if he likes you, otherwise you'll end up getting beat up by him." Anggara smiled mockingly, he passed up.
"Where are you going?" ask Akbar again.
"I don't need to be with you, do I?" Anggara did not look again.
Akbar again scratched his head that did not itch, even the woman did not glance at him at all. He really did not know how to approach Jia.
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While elsewhere Radit has just arrived at Anwar's house, the young man knocks on the door with a sense of remorse, but the length of the journey makes Radit a little self-control, he said, be careful not to have new problems. If harming Zahira is easy for him, it is not impossible that he will also commit other crimes.
"Radith? You're following me?" Merry is surprised but also thrilled that Radit picked her up.
"Yes, I'm picking you up." replied Radit.
"Come in, I'll see Laura she's still asleep." Merry smilingly grabbed Radit's hand and asked him to sit on the sofa.
"Where's your Dad?" Radit saw that there was nobody in the room.
"Papa's inside." Merry leaves Radit, heads to his room and summons Anwar to meet Radit.
Radit saw the old man stepping into the living room where Radit was, the old face was really annoying when he heard the story Anggara, he covered up the crime of Merry who had tried to eliminate Zahira. His wide chest was hot with hunting breath, his sturdy hands clenched tightly but restrained.
"What wind did you come here for?" anwar asked his always arrogant son-in-law
"There is no wind or rain, only sometimes a thin smog can invite someone to come." replied Radit trying to calm down, but his eyes stared intently at the old face.
"Only a thin smoke for what you care, isn't the furnace in your house warm enough." Anwar understood Radit's intentions.
"You know, the thin smoke could be because the fire is on." Radit smiled a little.
"I don't understand what you mean?" Anwar does not want to look guilty, he prefers to pretend not to understand.
"Don't cover up a carcass that has dried up, as it will be more difficult to clean it. And don't you think an innocent cat is unfamiliar with the stench that's left." This time Radit stared cynically.
Anwar's face turned pale, thinking Radit knew something.
"What's your reason for arguing with Anggara?" tanya Radit wants Anwar to confess.
"Just a stock affair." Anwar replied briefly.
"Then why go after Zahira, are you trying to harm her like Merry did back then? Remember if your daughter owes you one life!" furious with Radit by clenching his teeth.
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