Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

14. Child or daughter-in-law

"Then I go home, baby, it's night." Radit looked at the girl in love.

"Yes." replied Zahira briefly.

"Don't forget the beautiful dream with me." said Radit again, the smile was never extinguished.

"Why dream with you?" answer plain Zahira.

"Of course to let go of the miss. Or do not have to dream, just be realized?" he teased the girl.

"Ish you're starting again, come home it's night." Zahira pushed that broad shoulder.

"Well baby." said Radit, he looked at the face for a moment, then came back closer. "Get in your room, and then I'll go home" he said.

"Yes." replied Zahira, it was an order that made him obey. Zahira came in and closed the door, not forgetting a glimpse of the handsome man of his tribe still faithfully looking until the door was locked from the inside.

Zahira again approached the photo of her mother's father, the lips smiling happily. Tonight Zahira or Radit will sleep soundly while waiting for tomorrow.

Early in the morning, Ayu and David were already waking up busy talking to his son Radit. Ayu is happy because Zahira received the proposal of her child, but is also confused to have to marry them at a very young age.

"You can't stand getting married so you come to her at night." David looked at his son.

"Who can stand waiting for an answer for too long" he replied, feeling very mature.

"Can't stand it? Or maybe you've messed with Zahira?" Ayu stared intently at her son.

"Jeez Mama, I don't." Radit does not accept.

"Not so how, who can bear to see a very beautiful girl at night." David cornered Radit.

"She was very beautiful, especially without her hijab." Radit smiled a little.

"Based on a brash kid, it's true you've messed with him." Ayu throws fried tofu at Radit.

"No mama." Radit said he showed honesty.

Ayu got up from the dining table with an annoyed face and stepped even faster, she went to drive herself.

David still stared intently at Radit.

"Why don't you believe me?" Radit returned David's gaze.

"Of course not, she's too pretty to miss." David was still looking for something on his son's face.

"Papa saw it too?" This time it was Radit who stared intently at David.

"Every night Papa went there, of course Papa saw it." David doesn't seem to care.

"Means my future wife is tarnished." Radit lowered his voice.

"You're so insolent, I could've canceled your wedding!" David was furious with the behavior of his only son.

"Father!" Radit does not accept.

"She's my daughter. If you don't think I won't allow my daughter to marry you" David said, threatening Radit, certainly making Radit silent.

"From today don't meet Zahira at her house. Papa's afraid you'll cross your line, be patient for two more days you'll be with him." said David firmly.

Radit quietly left the dining table and took the car keys.

"Where are you going?"

"Who does he look like?" murmuring himself, David even very obedient to his father and mother.

While elsewhere, Ayu hastily breaks into Zahira's house, soon ascending upstairs to meet her daughter.

"Zahira." Ayu calls Zahira and knocks on the door of her room.

"Yes mama." there was the sound of the girl saying and opening the door.

Ayu's eyes could not wait to find her daughter's face. "Dear you had a shower?" Ayu approached Zahira without turning her eyes.

"Yes Ma" he answered, removing the towel from his head.

"Loved to see Mama." Ayu grabbed Zahira's chin and flipped through the smooth cheeks to reveal the collar around Zahira's neck. While Zahira only complied with a confused look.

"Did Radit touch you last night?" Ayu asked with a very close face.

"No Mama" he replied innocently.

"You're not lying?" Ayu was still looking for answers from her face.

"No Mama, Radit's not like that." Answers reassured. "Is Mama mad at him?" asked the girl, her clear eyes twitching beautifully.

"No dear, Mama was just worried. Ah, then you come with mom to the office, then we will shop for clothes and jewelry for you." said Ayu then, her heart was a little relieved.

"But I don't have Mama's shirt." Zahira saw that her work clothes were dirty.

Ayu approached the wardrobe that was still tightly closed, slowly but the hand seemed to shake grabbing the handle in front of her. Then opened the closet, looking full of neatly arranged clothes. Ayu's heart was pounding with an irregular breath, it had indeed been a very long time that she had not seen the clothes after almost Seventeen years together with its deceased owner.

"Mama, this is a lot." Zahira approached and took one of the batik patterned black dress with comfortable material. The girl brought and immediately changed her clothes, not realizing Ayu was still standing upright unable to move seeing all the clothes neatly arranged.

"Does this look appropriate to me?" Zahira circled around in the big mirror looking at her reflection.

Ayu turned her head, looking at the girl from hair to legs. Really he felt back to the time when he had just first met someone who still makes him sad until now. Ayu hugged the girl tightly and cried out the longing and sadness on Zahira's shoulders.

"Mama." Call him back Ayu's embrace.

Ayu wept until a while Zahira let her go, slowly subsided and sat limply on the soft bed beside her. "I'm sorry, Mama misses your mother" she said gently, wiping away tears.

"Don't cry, isn't there me now. Even soon I will be your daughter-in-law" he said, caressing Ayu's still wet cheeks, small and soft hands that felt so comfortable.

"Dear, you're my daughter." Ayu grasped the little hand, and kissed it affectionately. "Mama's son" he said again.

"I am indeed the son of Mama and Papa." he replied spoiled.

"Let's go, put on your hijab and then we'll go." Ayu improves her appearance, with Zahira wearing a hijab next to Ayu.

"When will you wear a hijab like me?" the tananya is plain and smiling.

Ayu hugged him and looked at that beautiful face. "After you get married, you'll wear a hijab like you. Wasn't my mother very old because she already had a daughter-in-law." Ayu smiled warmly by looking at each other in the mirror.

"Mama will definitely look very pretty." replied the girl praising her.

"Mama's son is definitely the most beautiful." he replied, not forgetting that a warm kiss landed on Zahira's smooth cheek.

"I love Mama." said Zahira happily.

"Mama loves you very much Zahira too, Mama will really have you after you get married to Radit." Ayu is no less happy.