Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

129. Begged

Not yet Anwar answered, or maybe even feel lucky because Merry had come down to hold Laura, so Radit immediately invited them home.

Anwar was sitting limp, he stared at the departure of his son-in-law with an incomparably anxious heart. He was afraid that his favorite daughter would receive punishment, especially when Radit already knew the secret. But where does Radit know?

The man walked towards the table in the corner of the room, grabbed a cell phone and contacted someone.

"His phone is active but there is no answer." murmured Anwar alone.

He tried to call back but still the same, the phone across there was active. No matter how many times, someone picks up his phone call.

"Why did you take so long to answer my call? I'm worried right now, have you ever called Radit?" tanya Anwar could not bear the worry.

"........." There's no answer.

"Hey, you hear me?" Anwar became upset.

"Of course I heard it."

Deg

The voice was not the owner of the phone Anwar was calling.

"You-you?" Anwar. The old man's eyes were perfectly rounded, he perfectly recognized the owner of the voice, the man who had a calm and powerful demeanor.

"Yes, it's me." replied Anggara.

Anwar immediately turned off the phone call, the man was so shocked that he held his chest.

"Figures" she said quivering, she grew increasingly desperate at the fate of Merry's only daughter.

Not to mention Radit who already knew all that, surely Merry will not be okay. Lucky for Laura! Yes, there's Laura. Radit wouldn't hurt the mother of his daughter.

Anwar leaned back to exhale the coarse breath, hoping there was still a way out of this matter.

*

This weekend many entrepreneurs finally came. Not only the exhibition of quality products but also as a meeting place for many entrepreneurs, they will have many opportunities in establishing new collaborations.

The crowded room was suddenly excited by the arrival of 32 people dressed in luxurious and neat clothes with almost the same color. An arrogant way of walking, but looking handsome and also beautiful, they lined up at the entrance of the Hall, then split the ranks in half, walk then sit on the left and some of them sit in the right row.

"Who Are They?" a young businessman was heard asking his senior friend.

"They are Anggara's accomplices, Anggara has 32 assistants and reliable secretaries who are known for their intelligence. They deliberately gather because this is the end of the year, their annual meeting will be held to convey the results of their work for one year. They are coordinated by two senior assistants, Ricky and Ricko. Luckily this event was attended by all of them, so we could have the opportunity to establish cooperation even with Anggara subsidiaries. They're the equivalent of a company director like us." explained the aged man to his partner.

"I didn't think Mr. Anggara was that great!" the young man was amazed to hear it.

Beside them was Merry who was present, the woman who was already dressed up was staring dislikely at the two people who were chatting.

"Thankfully the damn woman, I wanted to scratch her face. But why hasn't he shown his nose here yet? Didn't he come? That's better, just die." The cynical smile rose, Merry cursing in the heart.

There is only one front desk that is still empty, while the left and right are filled with other successful and powerful entrepreneurs.

"Save come Lord Anggara!" Some people greeted me politely and kindly. Even if you just get a nod and a little smile.

"Welcome Mr and Mrs Anggara!" The organizers greeted the two of them.

The 39-year-old walked proudly, his warm arms held in tow by the beautiful Zahira. If I can be honest the man is showing off his wife, especially being two-bodied. He is proud and wants to tell the world that he has Zahira. That rhythmic move towards the front desk, drew the attention of the people throughout the room even more.

But not with Radit!

The man was holding the heat in his chest, eager to advance forward and seize Zahira by force. Hit the old man's face to shreds and finish him lifeless. Maybe then Zahira will be able to take back, Zahira will have no one but Radit alone.

"Roman!"

Merry deliberately surprised her husband not to always think about Zahira, she knew exactly Radit's gaze was only on the woman.

"Yes." replied Radit briefly, he looked the other way, perhaps it was better than watching the person in front of him and his heart grew boiling. Of course, the devil will also take part in the envy that mounts in his heart.

"You're with me, so be nice to me." Merry asked him subtly.

Radit glanced at the woman beside him, one corner of his lips was interested. "You won't escape my anger later, only I'm being patient a little. Just a little Merry!"

Radit again threw away his gaze, he was very lazy to see the people in the room. He chose to go out and stay away from everyone.

A few moments passed, the event took place lively with some women's goods being exhibited, and one of them was bought Anggara for his beloved wife, who was, inviting laughter and happy cheers from everyone for the businessman's romantic attitude towards his wife.

"Thank you." Zahira received the expensive bag.

Anggara did not answer, because he thought it was not much. The man embraces Zahira's shoulder and if he comes off it will change by grasping his lentic finger. All that did not escape the gaze of Merry who was a little far from them.

The show is over, Anggara deliver Zahira to a special room to rest for a while, of course Anggara still needs to shake hands with his business colleagues.

"Someone wants to see you." whispered Ricky, his hand pointing to the room near Zahira's room resting.

Anggara quickly passed, worried if something happened to his wife and child. But he stopped when he saw an open room and Anwar was in it.

"You looking for me?" anggara asked Anwar, he entered without hesitation.

"Yes." she replied limply.

Anggara just looked at the man's face, he wanted to know what he wanted.

"Sir Anggara, I beg you not to imprison my daughter. I'm really begging you." Anwar said with a face begging for mercy.

"Although not me, your own daughter-in-law will drag him to prison" Anggara replied calmly and unaffected by Anwar's sad face.