Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

132. Just sold

"Merry!" call Radit that afternoon.

"You called me?" merry asked with a smile on his face.

'Your smile makes me sick, ' Radit said. "Is Laura awake?" ask Radit later.

"It." Merry steps away from where she stands, so Radit can see Laura from outside the room.

Radit entered the pink cot, he smiled at the baby who was used to lying on his stomach. The round face like the full moon seemed to sparkle at the arrival of Radit, their eyes clashing as if they were longing.

Radit grabbed her, lifting the adorable round body a little higher and made Laura excited, a toothless smile revealing her wet tongue.

"We're playing ahead, baby, it's been a long time that Papa hasn't invited you to play in the yard" Radit said with a warm smile.

Of course it could not be separated from Merry's gaze, the woman smiled happily at the closeness of Radit and Laura his daughter. He still did not move from his position, noticing their departure towards the courtyard. But somehow this time he felt his heart was sad, but it should be the beginning of luck for Merry, not if Radit loves Laura then Radit will suspend Anggara's demands someday.

Suddenly Merry was afraid, afraid to part with Laura, afraid to part with Radit, also afraid that everything was revealed and finally everything he had been able to painstakingly be destroyed.

While outside the house, Radit is engrossed in playing with Laura. The beautiful baby continued to watch Radit unblinkingly, his wet lips smiling and making an adorable sound, occasionally his little hands clenched and he stuffed it into his little mouth.

"Darling are you hungry?" Radit pecks Laura's puffed cheeks. The baby was innocent, and even his family was devastated because he wanted to keep Laura. But if it turns out? Once again fate is so happy with his life, Radit smiled bitterly.

Carrying Laura outside for a long time, she remembered something.

"Merry, take Laura for a second!" Radit shouted at Merry from the front door.

Before long Merry came out and grabbed Laura from Radit's arms, his eyes glanced at the handsome Radit, he really hoped they would become a whole family someday.

Radit passed in, grabbed the car keys and left immediately without speaking or saying goodbye. His attitude is always so, what when married to Zahira he is like that too? But Radit was like a love slave when they were married. Merry's chest is heating up when she remembers Zahira.

"Where are you?" Radit's calling someone.

"At home." replied the man across the street.

"I want to talk." Even though I look lazy, I don't even like it.

"Speak what?" the one over there also sounded lazy as well as disliked.

"Mas, who is that?" a spoiled voice rang out from the phone connection.

"At Cafe Black White, Thirty minutes away" he said annoyed, the clean white face was now flushed with emotion, he even turned off his phone.

The sturdy hand clenched and hit the steering wheel of his car. "Basar old bangka, pretentious cock, disgusting call." he hissed with reddened eyes.

Radit stops his car, thinking to undo meeting Anggara. But a moment later he drove back because he had to meet the old man who did not sell, and only behavior when stealing Zahira. Radit's heart is really upset.

"It's been a while?" anggara's voice made him look.

"Not yet." Radit replied briefly, he remembered the disgusting call coming out of Zahira's mouth.

"What do you want to talk to me about, so you have to meet me." Anggara crossed his two hands on his chest, the man sat leaning back while still looking at Radit's face.

"I want to meet the man you call close to Merry" replied Radit staring back at Anggara's brown eyes.

"For what?" ask Anggara still does not change his position.

"I just want to know, after all, how the story goes that I have to be responsible if there are other men who grow crops with him." Radit smiled cynically, he was not happy with his own fate.

"Of course it's because you're also planting seedlings in the same field" Anggara replied shaking his head.

"It's so annoying." Radit stared dislikefully.

"But I'm afraid that what you hear and what you see will make you even more angry, and beat him blindly." Anggara turned his eyes the other way.

"That's because you took mine." Radit stared intently at the man who was insinuating him.

"Merry is also yours, it just so happens that there are also often wear it" Anggara replied not to lose.

"I don't consider it mine, if the man wants it then I'll give it to him gladly. But still I have to teach them a lesson, because they've gone too far. Deceiving, harming Zahira and many more of their conduct to be reckoned with." Radit tried to think grown-up.

"All right, we're going over there, but don't kill him. Or else you'll take his place in jail." Anggara turned his head a little, he had gone out to his car.

Radit takes a cup of latte coffee to drink in the car, and overtakes Anggara.

"You're in my car." Radit bargained with his rival.

"No need, you'll be emotionally looking at my handsome face." Anggara grabbed One Cup of coffee from Radit's hand, and immediately got into his car.

"He thinks his face is so handsome? Wrong feeling, arrogant when only a few months he did it accidentally." Radit speaks for himself, gets into his car and immediately skids after Anggara.

Arriving at a building, the two cars stopped. Anggara went down first and followed Radit down from his car. Three bodyguards approached and spoke to Anggara. And then they came in together.

The unkempt room was creepy if entered alone, Radit continued to follow Anggara and two people entered carrying the key. He was thinking hard about who the man who was close to Merry, and again according to the story Anggara Radit also knew him, he was remembering who Radit's friend who was also friends with Merry.

"Come in!" Anggara asked Radit to come in first.

He looked doubtful but he should know, his heart was curious. Radit stepped in with eyes ready to find the figure that made his life destroyed all out. Suddenly Radit's narrow eyes opened forcefully, as he saw the figure who was sitting hugging his knees it was someone he knew very well, even very close.