Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)
165. Who is that woman
"It's not that easy, honey. If it can clear up all the problems then I've been doing it for a long time. Uncle Daniel is not a person who can be negotiated with, he does not know the word agreement let alone promise. She never married but had many beautiful women and the average was a young girl even still in High School. He loved the entertainment and fun of the world, he did not hesitate to ensnare anyone who he thought could be profitable and finish off someone like taking the life of a rabbit."
"But I'm afraid something will happen to us Mas." replied Zahira with a sad face.
"I will always protect you with my life. You don't have to worry anyway Jia will be back soon." Anggara stroked Zahira's delicate cheeks, peeling her forehead giving her comfort.
"For me money is not everything, even if you give it all I still have my mother's company as well as estate assets and a Cafe that would be enough for us to live together raising our children Mas. Even I'm ready to live in a conciliatory plantation area than we should always run and dodge Uncle Daniel's threats."
"Darling, the problem isn't that simple. He's a dark business man, unlike us who sells goods and makes a profit, he even does business with beautiful women, gambling and all things related to pleasure. If I give all my property to him, then he will rule all businesses and turn it into much destruction, the fate of many people is also at stake, women, low-employees, orphanages, and so on, the private schools that my grandfather founded, they would all turn into haram places that destroyed the future of many people. He'll ensnare everything to get into his business and miserable pleasures. Slowly but surely he will become the most vile man and invincible if he has all my treasure. Even forget if one day he will also die." Anggara explained by still cupping the beautiful face of Zahira.
"May I be selfish if the most important thing is that we are free of human beings like him?" zahira tries to find a way out.
"No dear."
"Mas." Zahira hugged Anggara tightly, really she was scared and confused.
"You wouldn't expect what he's done behind our back, he's in a close relationship with Anwar, even giving assurances over his and his daughter's freedom, it's just Ricky's still holding on and demanding. I don't know if it's any time soon, they could've done something that's against the rules to free Merry."
"What does this have to do with Merry?" zahira asked in disbelief.
"Anwar has a cooperative relationship with him. But there seems to be another connection, I don't know."
They talked with each other staring, enjoying each other's faces with a lot of admiration. Occasionally a warm kiss from Anggara falls on the beautiful face as if reminding each other if they will always be together.
"Whatever happens I want to be with you always" Zahira said.
Anggara smiled sweetly, probably because he was thinking so as not to reply to the friendly words of Zahira.
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Elsewhere, a tall woman with a medium-length veiled dress from Japan to Indonesia, the woman looks beautiful and graceful with long pink clothes, the hands are pliable with the ends of the nails neat and also painted in the same color. Different appearance, he was taking care of his flight at an airport to Indonesia.
Her beautiful eyes looked dazzling with occasional glances to the left and to the right she continued to tread beautifully. Ten hours later.
The woman got off the plane in a taxi to a nearby shopping mall to buy a cell phone and call someone.
The phone connection was cut off and changed a message into his new phone. The woman smiled back into the car and continued on her way.
"Do you like it?" ask Anggara in the yard of the new house sitting with Zahira with their two children playing with handsome bodyguards from Japan.
"Everything that's on you I love it, also this house, I love it as long as it's with you." Zahira seduced.
"My wife dear, you are very good at making me happy. Anggara's wide smile is engraved perfectly. The man knew that he still had worries in his wife's heart. Every time, paying attention to his wife's face is a habit and a pleasure in itself, very intensely paying attention to all even just the movements of Zahira's flick fingers, understanding what she wants, she likes and she dislikes. A very young woman, a Twenties woman who of course desperately wants caress and attention, an important nutrient for her is affection after food.
A car stopped right in front of the house, a woman got out of the car and immediately spoke to security officers in front of Anggara's house.
"Who is he?" Zahira stared in wonder with the veiled woman was able to directly still into the house without being watched by another bodyguard. And he also sauntered lightly into the house without looking at Zahira or the others.
Anggara did not answer, the mature man went and followed the woman in pink dress into the house without inviting Zahira.
"Mas!" Zahira felt something strange, he stood up and followed them into the house with a heart that guessed who the woman was.
Anggara still did not turn his head as if he did not care about Zahira, just continued to step a little in a hurry until the woman stopped in the living room.
"You're finally home too." Anggara smiled continued to slowly step closer to the woman until then. Anggara's eyes can not be separated from the face covered with a veil, his smile proud and full of meaning.
The woman's hand stretched out a white paper inscribed with silver ink.
Anggara grabs her slowly, sees the paper in her beautiful, clumsy hands and reads it silently, they do not know if Zahira is behind the door watching her husband approach a woman in his own home. Of course he's in a mess but hasn't shown a reaction.
"You should have come home a month ago? I didn't expect them to even be watching us in such great detail" Anggara said without a reply from the veiled woman.
Zahira stared pusar at them, from her posture it was clear that if the woman was beautiful and clean, her fingers alone were very beautiful at the sight of the eyes. Is she Anggara's mistress? Zahira was really curious, her emotions had already begun to take hold.
"I can't imagine how you got away!" Anggara stared at the woman's body from top to toe. "Are you hurt?" Anggara looked at her with worry.
"Brauuu!!!!"
Zahira came in by pushing the door rough where she eavesdropped. His clear eyes full of anger approached Anggara as well as the woman in the pink dress. His chest went up and down with his flickering face clenching to punch someone.
