Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)
145. Means me
"You're sorry." asked Merry slowly.
"Of course!" vino replied staring disappointedly, her beautiful wounded face no longer pitying her.
"You should have supported me. I lost Laura, and now I'm losing Radit."
"Is it only Radit that's valuable in your life? And what does it mean to me?" Vino stared. "I lost everything because of you, just because of false hope I became the meanest, stupidest person in the world." Vino shook his head.
"You didn't really love me Vino." Merry was crying, he was asking for attention.
"If what you call love is making me your slave, then I should have stayed away from you from the beginning. You'll never understand what love means, what you think it's just obsession. You know, obsessions are the difference between mental illness" said Vino flat.
"You're saying I'm crazy? You've even killed someone!" Merry did not accept it.
"You're involved too, dear." Vino.
"You forgot that we were so close!" Merry is afraid that Vino is gone and no longer cares.
"I don't forget Merry, but I'm disappointed with my sacrifice that ultimately won't get anything, Laura's gone" replied Vino limp.
"I suffered too, I lost Laura too. You don't know how I conceived and gave birth to Laura, it was so hard and risked my life. I lost Vino too!" Merry was really crying.
"Here we go, there's no point in blaming each other. I can't be free from prosecution, you and the same, can't run from punishment. I can no longer help and protect you, neither can you and your father. Zahira's husband won't let us all go." Vino headed for the door, which was clear outside Anggara's men and the police were waiting.
"Papa?" suddenly Merry was worried. He wanted to contact his father, but he did not know where his phone was. It seems only when the nurse checks can she borrow a cell phone to contact her father.
The Anwar residence.
"Why hasn't he come yet?" the old man muttered to himself, walking around restlessly with a chaotic mind.
"Sir, it looks like they're not coming" said a plainclothes man.
"What's going on?" Anwar began to sense there would be bad rights going on.
"The woman's bodyguard and the young Miss were in the hospital, and Kay was definitely caught" she explained.
"Isn't he a great man, one of Mr. Ricky's mainstays. Is he a traitor?" anwar asked the man.
"No, but it looks like our plan has been smelled by Anggara." he explained again.
"Bring the old woman, make the bait!" anwar's orders, taken by the men of Sangar his men.
"We're already here, don't you use the bait." someone came in casually, stepped in with a big smile to Anwar.
"You-you!"
"Yes!" Ricko smiled, taking off his sunglasses.
"Your men who can only dance will not be able to defeat me." Ricko shook his hand like he was driving away dust.
Anwar was still surprised, but a moment later he thought that there was no way Ricko would come alone.
"True, I didn't come alone" Ricko said as if reading Anwar's mind, it succeeded in making the old man even more frightened.
"Mr Anwar, Kay's mother isn't behind" said Anwar's men.
While Anwar himself could not say anything, many times he was surprised by a fatal failure.he tried to regulate his heart that was beating like running.
"You don't understand what it's like to be a father" Anwar said.
"I see, I don't understand why your son became a female criminal. But it seems like a cool name." Ricko likes to be called a female villain.
"If you were in my position!
"I don't like being in your position, you're the only one who feels it, I'm sure it doesn't taste good." Ricko looked at him dislikeingly.
"You'll feel it someday!" anwar Guram.
"No." Ricko.
"I swear you'll feel it, you'll feel it!" angry Anwar.
"Hey! You swear me? Sure you said that? The oath of a hypocrite like you will not be heard by the Almighty. There's a chastisement because your vows are full of hatred and sin." Ricko pointed at Anwar's face.
"You!" Anwar pointed at Ricko's face.
"Bring him! It sucks." - Ricko grumbled, putting his glasses back on.
"You have no right to judge me!" Anwar put away the hands of two people who were ready to take Anwar.
"It's not me, it's the police." Ricko passed first. He did not care about whining Anwar, no matter how ugly the old man's face he did not want to be pity, Ricko did not like the sad face.
So did Merry who was still confused to borrow a cell phone on whom, he slept uneasily, just lying down without closing his eyes.
It was different from the two people in the room next to him. The thin woman was still lying weak, slowly her eyes began to move and open. That regular breath sounded melodious by someone who had always been faithful guarding beside him. Today's afternoon hasn't even eaten for the sake of always looking after Jia.
"Why is he here, or is he not coming home?" inner Jia.
Achy body and stomach pain, he just remembered if he was seriously injured. It is very desirable to touch and examine the wound itself, but it is very heavy. Of course, because his hand was in Akbar's hands, the hairy man clasped his fingers until he felt sweaty, worse he slept well again.
Jia pulled his hand, if not in pain, Jia would have gone as fast as lightning.
"You're sober?" it turns out that Akbar woke up with only a slight movement from Jia.
Jia could not answer, only looking at Akbar in a way that was difficult to understand.
"Are you thirsty? Ah, no-no. The doctor said you should eat after you wake up." Akbar immediately reached for the bowl on the nightstand.
"I can be alone." said Jia weakly.
"You're still weak, when you're healed you'll eat by yourself." Akbar opened his food, as well as warm water that was deliberately requested by Akbar from Anggara's men.
"I owe you." Jia replied avoiding Akbar's gaze.
"What should I call debt? I don't think it's to count but to be grateful. You're safe and Zahira's fine." Akbar smiled sweetly.
Jia smiled back, though a little but it looked very sweet. "Miss should be fine" he said slowly.
"He took care of you, too, just came home to change clothes with Om Anggara." Akbar fed a spoonful of food to Jia's mouth.
The taste of the porridge is strange if fed a man.
