Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

157. Eavesdropping

The serious conversation between mother and child was getting fuller, they did not know that outside a man had stood up for a while and held back his steps.

"You're eavesdropping?"

Someone's voice surprised Anggara, how not? he was seriously listening to the expressions of the hearts of the two women inside.

"I wasn't eavesdropping, just listening to people talk, it was also unintentional!" anggara replied, he is right, but who believes.

"That's the same!" Akbar laughed.

"What are you doing here? Don't tell me you're following Jia? I don't think you're just in love, but you're a little mentally ill." Anggara told his nephew, the grown man turned to walk in front of David's house.

"Is Om feeling the most sane? Even Om is the strangest today, the term today, Om Bucin, aka being drunk in love!" Akbar laughed out loud.

"You will experience it if you are married and your wife is pregnant with your child, especially if she is a very beautiful woman. Not only is half insane, but you'll also be very stupid for him." Anggara half-whispered.

"I guess..... Right!" they laughed together in front of David's house, sitting on the floor lowering their feet on the fine grass slapping in the garden beside the house.

"A big boss like you, apparently also likes to sit back like this." Radit approached them both. Take a seat but distance and depart from Anggara.

"It's just a comfortable sitting position, there's nothing wrong." Anggara smiled slightly, and looked back at the small garden containing many lilies and roses.

Radit smiled a little while not throwing eyes at each other, they just smiled to reconcile themselves.

"Jia!" akbar's voice shouted to Zahira's bodyguard who happened to pass by carrying the fruit that was left behind in his car.

However Jia only turned her head, the corner of her lips was pulled slightly and passed.

"You really seriously want to marry her?" tanya Radit looked at his cousin Akbar uncertainly.

"Really! Is something wrong?" tanya Akbar did not like Radit's question.

"One little bit he can beat you up to not wake up again" muttered Radit but still heard everyone.

"If he is married he will not dare to teach me, instead he will beg to be beaten up." Akbar replied with a face full of delusion.

"Haha, I don't believe." Radit.

"Om supposed to believe?" Akbar asks for support from his silent uncle.

"Yes, if you marry her! If not then good luck dreaming." Anggara replied increasingly teasing him.

"Suddenly you guys are so compact. I'm being suspicious?" Akbar squinted his eyes to see the two people behind him sitting down.

"Suspect what?" say them simultaneously.

The more Akbar's mouth opened wide. Are they not hostile? suddenly getting along like that did Anggara already know about Radit? Then he knows where? Ah, Akbar got dizzy thinking about the two of them.

"We should pray, soon the Maghrib Adhan." Anggara went first, in the follow-up of Akbar also Radit to prepare for congregational prayers in the family room so that all can participate in prayer without exception.

Akbar came forward to become a prayer priest, with confidence he stepped up. A fitting of his Arabic face with a melodious voice echoed in the large room.

"Jia, wasn't he very handsome when he was a priest?" Zahira spoke to Jia when she finished praying.

"Well!" Jia was confused as to what to answer, the skinny woman seemed to be going awry.

"Since when have you been such a basket?" Radit said, apparently there are many people who are listening to Zahira speak.

"What do you mean?" Zahira was angry, staring unacceptably with the eyes of the basket.

"Still asking, you clearly said Akbar was very handsome." Radit deliberately raised the volume of his voice.

"Then what do you mean?" Radit still wants to argue.

"Mama!" Zahira is upset and asks Ayu for help, wanting to call Anggara, but afraid the atmosphere becomes murky.

"You haven't changed yet."Ayu defended Zahira, it was always like that.

"Gee!" Radit stared dislikefully at Ayu's defense.

While someone pretends not to hear, despite wanting to get close and hug the woman who whines calling 'Mama'. While still safe, he did not want to show too much jealousy. 'For the rest of Zahira is mine, she is pregnant with my son.'

At night when it was over dinner, After a small talk between Anggara and David, Akbar and Radit were also women chatting with fellow women.

The little lips had opened wide several times with my eyes, he was already sleepy. But the chat that still sounded exciting made him reluctant to go into the room first, so he fell asleep on the sofa that did make him comfortable, the sofa he used to sleep there.

Night crept up, Anggara deliberately let Zahira still fall asleep with a blanket covering her body. The man seemed to have deliberately slept late, with one also deliberately sleeping late as if to find time to talk. Anggara tidied up the blanket and stroked a little of Zahira's head.

"Would you just move it to the room?"

"I think he's still comfortable." Anggara replied after turning his head Radit approached them.

Quiescent

"Thank you for finding and keeping it to this day."

Shut up

"Tomorrow I will go to Malaysia, I believe he will always be happy with you" he said, looking down.

Anggara stepped out without answering, of course asking Radit to come and will be more free to talk.

"I know you love Zahira so much" Radit said again, though not answered.

"I also know you love her a lot." Anggara speak up.

"That's why I learned to let her go with you. Isn't it for the sake of seeing the woman we love that sacrificing those feelings isn't something to be rethought of?" Radit looked at Anggara's handsome face.

"I've been in your position" Anggara replied understanding Radit's direction.

"I'm trying to be like you. Although I don't know if I'll be as strong as you. But your sincerity makes me sure that Zahira deserves to be with you. You can make her happy when I'm not." Radit said softly and sadly.

"I'm sorry if I was impressed to steal it from you. Honestly, at that time, he just made me a place to escape the misunderstanding that occurred." Anggara clearly found a gap to talk as it is.

"I know, and I'm grateful he chose you." those slender eyes started to dew.

"You are no less good, even I was envious to see you. You were so lucky to have him back then, it's just that you had to split up and it's not without reason why God separated." Aggara knows Radit is suffering from his heart.

"Yes, you're right."

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