Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

163. Who's Daniel?

Until after dinner, two of their heroes were not allowed out of the room, they were already sleeping after tired of playing and throwing pillows at each other in his room. The two handsome boys fell asleep on their backs, revealing handsome faces and adorable red lips.

"They're asleep?" zahira asked to see that her children were not shouting or laughing.

"Yes, Madam." The nurse nodded.

"Thank you for accompanying them." said Zahira replacing the sisters to look after her two sons.

"I like it, Madam doesn't have to thank me." she replied sincerely.

"Rest, they're asleep anyway."

"Thank you Madam." Sister Nisa withdrew from the children's room.

Zahira stared at the handsome faces one by one, those handsome faces reconciled her heart every time looking at their innocent faces. Sleep soundly without thinking about anything, much different if during the day, they are very active with all activities and games. Sometimes they make friends with adults like bodyguards, Two years of working to replace Jia, who is currently sent Anggara to pursue martial arts, also practices many weapons in Japan where Hiko previously was, he said, zahira's children liked the man of mixed Japanese-Indonesian blood, especially if he was watching Hiko practice martial arts.

"Darling!"

Anggara's heavy voice made Zahira turn her head, her delicate hands were rubbing and caressing their two sons. "Yes Mas." she answered softly and melodiously.

"They're asleep?" Anggara approached, peeling his children's eyebrows in turn.

"They were exhausted, never wanting to be silent." Zahira's voice that increasingly revealed maturity made Anggara always happy, melodious, gentle and calm the heart.

"They're too smart to be lied to like other kids who might be afraid of a myth or a movie character. So there's no choice but to say everything honestly."

Anggara rubbed the head of Zahira, he knew if his beloved wife was sometimes tired and dizzy with the many questions from the clever twins, he knew, they do not accept if the answers they get do not match the real thing. At the age of five, their twins are tired of attending kindergarten, and are more interested in attending school and making friends with Elementary School children. It seemed like their children would follow in his father's footsteps, attending a special education for geniuses. Of course Anggara already understood the needs of his children, and prepared everything in accordance with the IQ of the twin boys.

"I am so grateful to have them" said Zahira still caressing the delicate little hands of her children.

"And not so grateful to have me?" anggara asked with a smile, a little joking but it was true his heart said.

"Of course because of you they exist, my husband gave me everything. I'm nothing if you're not the one who loves me. I'm just a weak woman who can't do anything at that time, and only you can cover up my weaknesses, make me valuable and make me the happiest person in the world." The smooth, pliable hand was stretched out to touch the face of Anggara which a few years ago still looks smooth, now more often seen with short feathers teasing. Yes, since close to Zahira, and married to Zahira, Anggara became more sensitive to the appearance that makes his wife happy and satisfied while making love. He is mature, intelligent and knows what his wife likes or dislikes.

"I love you so much, even more so now, you've given me these two great sons for me. I want to give my life to you." Anggara seduced her sincerely, an expression of a heart that always loved with all its soul.

The two pairs of eyes were enjoying each other, as if they were measuring into each other. Soluble in a sense full of excitement without asking their lips mesmerized, adult men who still look dashing and seductive it gives its own indulgence when it has started a soft touch on the beautiful face of Zahira.

Zahira's small hand coiled affectionately on Anggara's shoulder, once the man's movement had led him to their spacious room which had since had the two sons moved on the ground floor. Continuing a sense that is always enveloped in endless longing even though it always does it every day. Creating an increasingly passionate love never decreases with time.

"I feel like I want to have a beautiful daughter like you" Anggara said in between a warm touch that spoiled his wife's body.

"I have never rejected it, only God has not given us any more trust." Again, the adorable soft voice of Zahira made the adult man even more uncontrollable.

"We will try harder." whispered as if holding something back.

"I'm always ready to make you happy." In addition to being good at making an Anggara burn the flames of love, Zahira really makes him crazy.

"I love you, baby." Despite the feeling that almost made his brain explode, the man collapsed beside the beautiful body of Zahira, still unwilling to let go of the embrace despite sweating all over his body.

Zahira smiled happily watching the handsome face look so relieved, the more he loved Anggara.

"Mas!" call him soft and smooth.

"Hem." answered Anggara closed his eyes, but a kiss did not forget he gave in the smooth forehead of Zahira.

"May I ask you something?" asked Zahira in a soft voice.

"Can you ask me what?" Anggara was still reluctant to open her eyes, letting the beautiful Zahira play her finger on Anggara's slightly downy chest.

"Om Daniel's grandfather's son, but why live abroad?" ask Zahira slowly.

A question that left the man's eyes wide open, but then looked at the face in his arms seriously. "He was the son of my Grandmother's affair with a man of Japanese blood" Anggara said, but he did not continue his words even though he still seemed to want to talk.

Silent moment.

"Grandfather found out that my Grandmother had an affair with another man, so he kicked her out and preferred to live alone with Mama. Until finally Mama married an ordinary man, but her love is extraordinary. They live happily away from the word cheating let alone fighting, they almost never fight. Let's just say their marriage is as happy as ours. I was about the age of our sons, and I don't know why my mother died without a trace, not sick, not injured, when it coincided with the inauguration of a restaurant owned by Mama, and the seventh anniversary of Papa and Mama's wedding, all family members attended including Uncle Daniel. Since then Papa became depressed and sickly, he always grieved over the death of Mama who until now still do not know the cause. One thing I still guess is Uncle Daniel."