Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

148. Not wanting to hurt

"Mas!"

"Yes?" Anggara approached the beautiful woman who was reflecting in neat clothes.

"It would feel better if I avoided Radit. Our presence will only hurt his heart, although I was disappointed, but to reciprocate it felt like I could not." said Zahira softly, the delicate voice was so melodious and sincere.

Anggara hugged him, watching the clear eyes immeasurable depth through the reflection of glass. "I know, honey, but we're not avoiding forever."

"I don't want to hurt anyone. Honestly, I don't have the heart for all the bad things that have happened to Radit, although I'm also hurt, but it feels like being your wife is a treatment comparable to what I've been through." maybe he's in trouble.

"Whatever it is, dear." Anggara also kisses the forehead cheeks with his gallant body remains behind. "Don't show affection in front of him, keep as little distance as possible to keep Radit feeling. Although I really do not like to be with you, but for the sake of peace mission what can be done. Appreciate your dear Papa and Mama, as well as your good teacher." Anggara reassures his beautiful wife, her fine index finger outstretched sweeping Zahira's lips.

"Why?" Zahira whines spoiled, a little protest her pink lipstick is removed Anggara.

"Don't be too pretty, there's not only me who'll notice you." Anggara still rubbed Zahira's lips, this time with his lips, tasting for a long time, of course the thin lipstick was gone unnoticed.

"Emmh, that's your excuse." Zahira pushed back Anggara's chest which was now hugging her shoulder warmly.

Anggara chuckles amusedly, of course that's just an excuse. "Let's go, baby, we should've arrived before Isya." Anggara grabbed the clumsy hand, helped him stand even though it was not to be done, but for Anggara it is a habit, an expression of affection, also a form of belonging.

"Mas!"

"Hem?"

"I love you." Zahira leaned his head on Anggara's shoulder, they went with a driver so that they could be spoiled along the road to David's house.

Anggara did not answer, of course his love is greater than Zahira's, even more than all the precious wolves in this world. The man hugged her all the way, occasionally stroking and rubbing the big belly, there was a small kick greeting making Anggara's heart warm up to feel it.

While at David's house, Ayu also some housekeepers seemed busy preparing dinner dishes at the big table, they were very happy about Zahira's arrival even though the position was different, still Zahira is the Miss in the house, the daughter of the beautiful master, kind and Sholehah. What if I have to sit down with Radit? It was not only the house assistants who were thinking about it, but everyone.

"Son, how's Zahira's husband? No problem with?" tanya Nurul who is not also fluent in Indonesian, but now she wants to try to use the language of her mother's home country.

"I've talked to him, and he agreed." Ayu replied, his hands were busy arranging a lot of fruit, deliberately for Zahira.

"Of course she agrees Mama, she wants to show off the affection in front of me." Radit picked up an apple and bit it.

"Darling, he's not who you think he is. Please, I beg you to think more wisely. Remember he's your brother too, son." Ayu tried to give understanding.

"I have not forgotten Ma, Zahira my brother since childhood, but then God changed his status to my wife for a moment." Radit put the red apple away.

"No one in this world wants a separation, Radit, Zahira. But life must not impose its own will, we only exercise the role of the almighty." Nurul.

"Umi just doesn't know what that guy looks like, he sucks." Radit headed towards the living room.

Nurul smiled with a slight shudder looking at Radit who was still unchanged. Back in Malaysia, Radit always forbade Zahira to go out or just play with a girlfriend. He's operative protective, forbidding this and that, should only be close to Radit. Occasionally make her cry, then seduce and calm her.

"I'll welcome him." Nurul released the tissue he was carrying, immediately walking towards the lobby.

Seeming a well-built man came down gallantly, he turned to open the door for someone who was still inside, the man bowed a little, and, make sure if the person he is holding hands has no trouble getting out of the luxury car.

"Zahira!" call Nurul after a long time to pay attention to the luxury car, which looks only Anggara. Until Zahira comes out gracefully, a full body and a large stomach that increasingly makes it the center of attention.

"Eye!" Zahira walked faster, with Anggara accompanying her to make sure she would not fall.

"Don't run away." Nurul approached her quickly, the petite woman grabbed and hugged Zahira.

"I miss Umi." Zahira hugged her tightly, she really missed a good figure like a mother to her.

"Umi'pun's. Thank God you survived, Ummi never imagined seeing Zahira again." Nurul cried, after the news of Zahira's death, he also grieved, Six years they were together of course the bond of feeling has been established.

"I never imagined I'd be here again. Everyone already thought I had no Umi, only he was still convinced of my existence in this world." Zahira pointed to the man who was not far from her.

"God is great. Thank you very much." Nurul spoke with Anggara.

"There's no need to thank you, it's been the way it is." Aggara smiled kindly.

"Darling, come in." David came out directly to Zahira, asking her to enter immediately with the others as well.

"Father!" call gently.

"Yes." Yeah." David longs for the call at his home, even though Zahira is now Anggara's wife.

"I miss the atmosphere in this house." Zahira walked straight to the dining table.

"Of course, this is your house, baby." Ayu hugged Zahira.

"Hindu in the embrace of Mama." his whine spoiled, increasingly tighten the embrace of both.

"Stay for tonight, and tomorrow's the day off." Ayu asked her daughter. If only Anggara wouldn't mind.

"Look at Mama! I am now a wife of people, there should be a good time to leave the house. Moreover, in this kind of pregnant position, I would rather stay in my room." Zahira looked serious.

"Ah, Honey! My daughter's grown up, soon we'll have grandchildren." Ayu held onto that already big belly.

"If you don't want to stay over just because of me, I'll get out Zahira!"

From when Radit suddenly replied, he stood behind Zahira with his hands hidden in his pants pocket, the man was still handsome with a million charms.