Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

154. Patience has no limits

At dusk that afternoon, the expanse of the sky became the roof for the earth and all God's creatures, the universe felt vast when viewed from an unobstructed place. What a beautiful creation of the Almighty at all points small to great invincible natural design extraordinary. From the complicated, the difficult to the easy, everything seems perfect.

A man sat by the shore with the roar of wind blowing his body, his straight hair blushing out into an untidy array. Although it does not reduce the good looks on his face but clearly there is a hard baldness in the description, the wind blowing with a sometimes strong can not carry the load along.

"It's been a while?"

The sound of the baritone disperse long daydreaming activities, but it feels good when the heart is grateful for the natural beauty of the creator.

"I just met my future wife. But he wasn't ready to get married, I was confused" he said, sitting on the front of the car belonging to the young man waiting for him.

"You better be patient than after you get it lose it. Like me!" the answer was slow, yet full of expressions of sadness.

Akbar laughed, momentarily enjoying the wind that was blowing on his body. "I've heard that the hardest thing in the world is to be patient, and the hardest thing is to be sincere. But I think the two are the same thing, we easily pronounce the theory but it's really hard to put the practice into practice."

"How long do I have to be patient?" Radit looked to understand the intentions of his best friend and cousin.

"Prophe is broad my brother, about the limits of course I do not know, but about the reply of course God will not deny with the breadth of his power." Akbar smiled, his adult face clearly visible when dealing with Radit.

"Eitherway. I'm being tested or being punished, which I certainly don't know what to live my life like. My mistake was marrying Merry and thinking Laura was my daughter, I still regret it. Also losing my beloved wife Zahira, I've run out of strength to live this life." Radit lowered his head sadly with his chest starting to tighten.

"All will pass, and life will continue no matter what you feel, time will not stop just because you lament in pain."

"Two days ago, I did an examination at a hospital. And the result met my suspicions all along. I'm hard to have offspring, let's say it's a subtle language not to hurt me too much. I can't have children." Radit said sadly.

"You sure?" Akbar looked at Radit in disbelief.

"Yes, I'm sure! Although the results of the examination have not come out. Tomorrow I will return to the hospital to confirm the results of the examination. I don't know!" looks desperate.

"I hope you do not despair, God's plan is certainly more beautiful than man's. We don't know what's going to happen out there, it's possible to be happy waiting after you've gone through this ordeal. How do you know if you make it, it'll get you back with the people you love." Akbar smiled with encouragement.

"He's happy, you know that." Radit laughed but was enduring the pain in his heart.

"Yes, I know. I witnessed their happiness, I often came to my uncle's house lately, and what I often see is Zahira is happy." Akbar explained honestly.

"Thank God, the most important thing is that he is happy. I love him so much and of course I want him to always be happy. Wouldn't it be that if she was with me she would never conceive and have children? It means I'm just gonna love him but not make him happy." suddenly the white and sharp nose was spicy at the end.

"Well, it's one of God's most beautiful plans." Akbar smiled confidently.

Radit turned to Akbar who was also looking at him.

"You're right!" Radit lowered his head, smiled wryly but grateful that his beloved Zahira was happy, or was lying with gratitude, Radit really wanted Zahira to be happy with him.

"Just believe, God will return what is yours. And will keep away what is not yours." Akbar patted his brother's shoulder.

"After the results of the examination tomorrow morning, I will go to Malaysia" Radit said.

"Why did you come back to Malaysia? Are you gonna find a wife there?" Akbar was joking.

"Where are women willing to be with barren men like me." Radit answered Akbar's joke.

"Of course a lot, you're handsome and well-established. Or if you want to have children, you just choose a widow who is still beautiful and fresh." Akbar laughed.

"If I have to marry a widow, I will wait for Zahira to become a widow. I will sincerely accept your uncle's children. What matters is that her mother didn't reject me." Radit laughed.

"Haha." Akbar really laughed. "Your talk is not far from Zahira." Akbar shook his head.

"What's more, he's the only one in my heart." Radit was still laughing.

"Right, if you're the father of my sisters then I don't have to worry about their fate. At least you're not a mean stepfather." Akbar was back up, he was joking, but not kidding for Raditya, he really enjoyed the joke as hope.

Like the sky that was blue, at night it will turn dark. Although thousands of stars are trying to illuminate, it is still the closest half moon. Of course only Zahira is the closest, the brightest, the most soothing in Raditya's heart. Although many women will pursue him, his status, but still he thinks only Zahira deserves to be loved forever.

"Let's go home, I'm afraid you'll see a Zahira-like apparition." joked Akbar down from his seat.

Radit smiled a little, the dark day certainly makes no difference smiling or crying. No one saw him anyway.

*

Anggara had just arrived at his mansion. The rash move went straight to the second floor, immediately meeting Zahira. His delicate hand opened the door.

"Mas! Why until this night just came home." the subtle voice was a little screaming, his clenched hands slit between his waist and hugged Anggara.

"Sorry Honey." Anggara hugged his beloved wife.

"I miss." his whine was so spoiled, his face kept hiding in Anggara's chest, inhaling the scent of expensive perfume mixed with the sweat of the adult man, calming as if to make him full.

"I miss you too. I even climbed the stairs in half-runs only to soon meet my wife." a warm kiss fell right on Zahira's red lips.