Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

149. You're perfect

" A.... It's not like that." Zahira turned around in surprise, he replied and lowered his head.

"Have I been so evil that you have become afraid of my presence?" Radit still wants to talk.

Zahira shook her head, she was unable to answer at a glance looking at that handsome face full of regret and sorrow.

"I'm sorry Sa-Zahira" he said, relieved, even still wanting to call him dear. What a darling, so dear.

"I don't blame you. I'm also an imperfect woman."

"You're perfect Zahira, I'm the one who's selfish, wants a lot of things, forces the will to want to have it all, in the end I lose everything."

Radit approached Zahira, though distant and Nurul was in their midst.

"It's over, it's all gone." replied Zahira trying to smile, if only there had never been a marriage, then surely at this time they would have spoken seriously by sitting close together. Farewell made such a high distance for the two of them.

"Had God given us a soul mate again, I promised I wouldn't repeat the same mistake." her voice sounded sad. Radit still hopes to have Zahira.

"It's best not to talk about that." Zahira was confused to hear a phrase that made the atmosphere go awry, afraid Anggara heard, or indeed such words are not worth expressing at times like this.

"Is the dish ready?" david's voice approached with Anggara.

"It." Nurul immediately replied nervously, afraid that Zahira and Radit's conversation would become a problem.

"Let's eat, while it's still warm." Ayu smiled inviting everyone to sit in the available chairs.

Radit smiled to cover up the awkwardness in front of the others, as well as Zahira who was closer to Nurul, he did not want Anggara to misunderstand.

The warm atmosphere should continue to be created when the two children are together, but not for tonight. Zahira sat separately with the women on his right and left flank, Ayu and Nurul. Also Anggara prefers to sit with his best friend David. While Radit is between Ayu and David.

"Darling, you still like chicken flour?" Nurul was reaching for a wide plate containing several pieces of fried chicken flour, he remembered very well if it was Zahira's favorite food.

"Still Umi." replied Zahira with a big smile.

"It's not Zahira if you don't like Umi's chicken flour." Radit said, one hand pierced one piece of chicken with a fork.

"You like it too!" said Zahira does not like always his rooster for the language.

"Since childhood you've made it a snack." Ayu said, the memories of that childhood are truly unforgettable by him.

Radit smiled faintly, his eyes constantly staring at the pregnant woman who was sitting one person away from him. 'She still looks beautiful, always beautiful even though she is fat. I should have made him fat!'

Radit feeds food into his mouth, his mind often wandering if it has looked at Zahira's face.

"Ohuk..uhughh..!"

"Roman!" Nurul turned his head with the sound of Radit choking on food.

"You're an adult but you're still choking." David added water to the glass that had been gulped down by Radit.

A faint smile rose between the food that went into his mouth. 'That's punishment for a man who likes to glance at my wife.' Anggara murmured inwardly.

"It hurts a lot." Radit gulped back down the water in front of him.

"No prayer is that!" Nurul laughed while facing Radit.

"Read Umi. Just the prayer was too long." Radit replied in response to Nurul's joke.

"I don't think he's praying, but he's daydreaming." Ayu said, the crowd at the dining table made him want to talk.

"I'm really praying!" Radit laughed in between his coughs.

"Paa ape anyway? Rase-rase, umi never taught me a very long meal prayer." Nurul laughed, refocused on his plate.

A little less awkwardness, accompanied by laughter from David and all. Except Anggara and Zahira, glancing at each other and stealing glances, unusual with such a distance at the dinner table. Moreover Anggara, seeing the tiny mouth was eating voraciously, eager to serve him, fetching the food he liked, he said, water or juice that is used to be a cover when pregnant women are finished eating.

"Alhamdulillah." said Zahira lirih, leaning satisfied, of course because his stomach was full.

"It's Honey." Anggara could not bear to not raise his voice, seeing the tail of Zahira's eyes still staring at the glass of mango juice had been swept clean, the adult man thrust his own.

Zahira looked doubtful, seeing that everyone was looking at her.

"Take it, I know you're still thirsty." Anggara smiled lovingly.

"Thank you." Zahira took it, smiling shyly, in the end at drinking too.

"Isn't it bloating?" Radit also could not bear to not speak even though his eyes remained focused on food.

"Pregnant mothers do not recognize bloating, or stomach pain due to food. They need good food, good taste on the tongue then it's good to eat." Ayu explained.

"That's you." Nurul followed.

Until a while after dinner, chatting for a moment to let go of longing, Zahira and Nurul looked serious with stories about accidents.

"Umi, can you come and stay at Zahira's house? Accompany Zahira just for a day." ask Zahira to the teacher and his nanny.

"Don't now darling, Umi still has other needs, Umi's distant brother is in a Jakarta hospital. In addition to jumping you, Umi wants to see him." replied Nurul subtly.

"Zahira still misses." said Zahira pleading.

"Umi try ye, but can't promise." Nurul gave a little hope.

"All right." Zahira breathed a sigh. He wanted to talk more with Nurul.

"What matters to Umi is that you're always happy, honey. And Umi's sure it's being ransacked, may you always be happy."

"Thank you Umi." replied Zahira subtly.

"Darling, it's late, we'd better get home before you get sleepy." Anggara approached Zahira slightly bending over and stroking her shoulders.

"Yes." Yeah." Zahira said she moved from her seat, saying goodbye to her parents, David, Ayu and Nurul.

"Be careful, dear." Ayu slightly shouted as Zahira was about to get into the car with Anggara, the man smiled respectfully.

"Thank you for the invitation to dinner tonight, don't forget to come visit our house." Anggara bowed respectfully.

"certain." David replied with a smile anyway, waving his hand as the luxurious car passed from the courtyard.

They all went in, except for Radit who was glued outside, not knowing when he was there.

Lying if he can be sincere, even the desire to have it is getting stronger. His heart rumbled wonderfully at how mesra they were in the car, sitting together with a loving look. It can be imagined if Zahira will lean spoiled, in the arms of Anggara, really annoying.