Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

15. The angel of heaven is mine

How wonderful would the world be if the relationship between son-in-law and in-laws were that close, accepting, loving, loving with all my heart. Look friendly Ayu took Zahira into his company, in welcome warm greetings from Ayu employees.

"Bu Ayu, there's a guest waiting for you." Ayu's assistant told her before she entered the room, paused her steps and stepped into the living room with Zahira.

"Good morning, brother?" The beautiful and graceful woman greeted and immediately hugged Ayu, then her gaze turned to Zahira.

Zahira smiled the more the woman was stunned, looking at her deeper and deeper without blinking.

"Honey, she's my sister." Ayu hugged Zahira and introduced the woman who was watching her daughter.

"Zahira aunty." Zahira extended her hand.

"Call me dear Aunt Bella" she replied softly, amazed to see Zahira's beautiful face with her arms around her.

"Didn't that introduce me?" the handsome man who had been sitting quietly behind Bella spoke up.

"Ah, this is Akbar. Aunt's only son." Bella introduces.

Akbar stood up and wanted to shake hands with the little girl before him. The man with a hint of fine fur around the red lips stared in admiration.

"Akbar, have you been a long time?" Radit entered immediately grabbed Akbar's outstretched hand.

"Hey, you're just interfering, I'm just getting acquainted with Zahira" Akbar said with his cousin.

"That you already know his name, then what else?" Radit sat down near Zahira.

"I just found out there is a heavenly angel living in your house" Akbar replied glancing at Zahira.

The girl did not answer, she looked at Ayu's face who was also sitting together not far from her. How innocent, even praised he felt bad.

"She's my angel, don't think about taking it" Radit said, not caring about Akbar or Bella.

Akbar got wide open in his making. "You're kidding me?" Akbar frowned.

"No." Radit answered with confidence.

"You, you should have supported me. I'm an adult and still single." Akbar was annoyed with his cousin, while Radit behaved indifferently.

"Isn't Radit still in high school?" Bella asked Ayu.

"Right, but it looks like it's going to move to Indonesia." Ayu answered what it was. "Then how's your husband, I heard he's opening a new branch?"

"Yes, he's tired of being a lawyer. And again Akbar is already big so he can learn to do business like Radit who has learned earlier." Bella looks at Radit.

"True, we are not always alive and young. One day we will age and leave them, so we must prepare them from the beginning."

"Well, it's too early for us to visit. Brother, continue your work, we must go home." Bella moved from her seat in the follow Akbar also said goodbye.

"Thank you for visiting me, I'm sorry I didn't have time to come visit you, I'm so busy." Ayu hugged her sister who still looked beautiful.

"Let's go, baby, we have to go home." Bella invites her son, who then passes by with a sweet smile from Akbar.

"Darling, mom will be in a meeting for a while, after which we go out shopping for your needs." Ayu tidied up her clothes.

Radit and Zahira were sitting in the living room. "Lucky Mama took you to the office, so I can meet you." Radit smiled sweetly at the girl sitting not far from him.

"Just in a few days we'll always meet Radit." Zahira just stared for a moment.

"Mama called Rey's uncle, she'll be here tomorrow. Umi Nurul tomorrow night will also arrive and go straight to your house." Radit still looked at him with a smile.

"Thank you for taking care of everything, even I don't know anything." replied Zahira.

"You don't have to do anything, I want you, I will do everything for you. You just need to prepare yourself to love me forever." she said again, sounding very romantic.

Zahira smiled, "I'm ready" she replied sincerely.

"Well, I have to learn to work harder, because from two days on I have to support my beautiful wife." Radit smiled mischievously, rising from his seat stepping out leaving Zahira alone.

***

At Zahira's contractor's office, the man looked agitated, once twice he looked at the table in front of him empty and deserted. Back fiddling with his laptop and then releasing it, he really was not concentrating.

"Where is that spoiled girl, is she so sick that she doesn't come to the office? Didn't he say he was going to study seriously?" the man leaned his gallant body on the soft chair.

Many times looking at the watch as if the time goes longer, his brain can not be invited to work just wondering about the girl who every day invites him to argue. "It turns out this room feels quiet and quiet if there is no annoying girl." He said to himself, or the quiet is not a room, but a heart. He left the room.

"Sir David!" Anggara called out to David who was walking towards his room.

"What's up?" David stopped his steps and turned around.

"Did Zahira not come in today?" ask Anggara to approach David.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, today she's with my wife." David smiled.

"Oh, I think he's sick, because yesterday he was staying at his house." Anggara tried to cover up his curiosity.

"No, she's just shopping with my wife." Answer David again.

"Oh." Anggara immediately turned around leaving David, at least a little curiosity was already answered.

"Fugitive!" David called the man back.

"Yes." Yeah." Anggara stopped and turned to face David.

"Are you thinking about my daughter?" David narrowed his eyes slightly, he was thinking about something.

"Ah, of course. That big room will feel quiet without arguing with your spoiled daughter, like a song-loving finch." Anggara laughs.

David laughed then looked back at Anggara seriously. "I hope you're not in love with my daughter." David was joking.

Anggara laughed, even though his heart ached with the words. Again, it should appear in the wrong place. Is there a right time to love and be loved? if there is then when does the time come? Breath that was so relieved suddenly felt heavy and sipped on the chest.

'If I could take you running, I would take you where there are no humans but the two of us. If I can manage when I am born, I want to be born your partner, love you, take care of you until death. Zahira, should I regret meeting you?'

Anggara returned to his room with an erratic feeling. "Maybe I'm too old to love a snot girl like you." Anggara spoke to his cellphone, the photo of the girl smiling very pretty.