Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

18. First touch

The blue scenery was so moved by the people present, although not much but the closest people were seen filling the room of the house.

Different in one place, the Four-story house looked so luxurious, with its gorgeous crystal lights illuminating at every corner of the spacious courtyard. An adult man with work clothes is still attached to his body, his hair is still neatly combed complete with shiny shoes, clearly the style is so luxurious. He sat in the garden alone looking down at the colored paper with a hollow feeling.

Raditya. & Princess Zahira.

As soon as the inscription disturbed the soul, his heart became empty when the love had to die by force, extinct a second time. The thick colored paper fell off to the ground. Let alone to come, seeing her name alone she was too desperate.

"My heart is always lonely, always longing for no edges since he left. And now I think it's back I have to go through, though,.. Sometimes I don't care how much this destiny plays out as I please, so no matter what this sick heart is getting crushed by losing again, and again..

"If he wasn't created for me, why meet again and again. If this hand line could be changed, if this life destiny could be spoken to, could I live with it for a day.

Although sometimes there is little belief that he will be mine later, but with this fact I think I just dream. And when I woke up it was lonely, even this miss had no place to share. So cruel, this patience becomes a journey and a game throughout life.. I'm tired."

The man left the garden chair with an erratic heart, went inside the room and tried to close his eyes.

The night crept up, the moon rose to its throne. Show off the dim beauty of shahdu, pampering the eyes that are so tired from spending time with the sun.

"Dear Zahira, Mama and Papa will be home, tomorrow mama will be back to take care of all that is still not neat." Ayu pointed at the chair and some furniture that had been moved.

"Why don't you just stay the night?" Zahira still holds Ayu's hand.

"Mama there is still something to be done with Nurul" said Ayu, who was preparing to come to her house.

"Why is Ummi coming?" Zahira is not willing.

"We have to discuss Radit's move dear, because tomorrow afternoon Ummi was going to return." The woman explained with a warm smile.

Zahira could not say anything, only complied as they left her home. Zahira turned around and saw Rey also standing behind her.

"Is Pakde going too?" Zahira looked at Rey and Alisa alternately.

"Ah no, we'll just see your grandmother's house. Because tomorrow it's gotta go back to London, honey." Rey and Alisa seem to be going awry.

"It won't be long, honey, just a minute and it'll be back here." Alisa explained.

"It's already night." Zahira looked at the large wall clock in the living room.

"His distance was only half an hour, maybe he was hours later already back. You sleep no need to wait for us baby, there's a security guard guard at the door. Anyway we miss the streets around here, we'll be around for a while." Alisa explained at length.

"Bye dear." Alisa kissed her cheek at a glance, Zahira smiled by waving her hand until the car disappeared.

"Are we just the two of us?" Radit came closer as Zahira closed the door.

"No, Pakde won't be long" he replied innocently, in contrast to Radit, he already knew that Rey was only lying to his wife.

Radit smiled sweetly, grabbed the little hand and took him upstairs.

"Have you eaten?" Radit questioned him as he climbed the stairs.

"Already, just after you ate with papa and pakde.

Radit continued to hold the hand until it was in a spacious, beautiful room filled with fresh and fragrant flowers. Radit smiled at the sight of all that his mother had prepared.

"Why?" Zahira saw that slight smile.

"You know, they must think I can't wait to do that with you" said Radit turned to Zahira who is currently wearing a long dark blue dress and a matching hijab.

"What else, is not the desire of a husband so. You're free to take your rights." Zahira looked at him softly.

"I know, but it's more important to me to have you. After this deal I do then no one man will dare to glance at you." said Radit smiling sweetly.

"And you can't look at another girl after becoming my husband" Zahira replied with a sweet smile.

Radit faced Zahira, his hand reaching for the hijab that was tightly attached to his wife's head. Wanting to see that beautiful face is now no longer haram to enjoy. She was so beautiful with soft straight hair fragrant and fragrant.

"I didn't choose the wrong wife, so beautiful of all the beautiful. You're so beautiful Zahira." Radit praised her with a loving look.

Zahira did not answer, she smiled, and the more the face glowed, the red lips that hung under the tapered nose was very challenging to enjoy, the cheeks were smooth and the eyes clear washed away. Radit was powerless not to touch her, slowly lowered his face, looked at those eyes up close, slowly wet lips Radit kissed the cheeks that had been so tempting for a long time. For a moment until the warm breath made the girl bristle with her first touch. Radit did not move, just shift the kiss to the corner of the lips, until finally the red and wet lips were linked.

Long time, each other exchanged breaths that increasingly pierced up to the recesses of the soul. Long, up to many times play gently and taste slowly. Long time, until the girl is powerless to survive with a fast-paced heart, a tingled heart and a soul that soars with the desire of teenagers who burst, unbearably the taste is tempestuous just by kissing. Zahira's small hand grabbed the shirt on Radit's chest, making Radit enjoy the more beautiful play on his red lips, the more he tasted and took a slow bite there. As if not to take off again, the warm breath roared violently, the beautiful girl seemed limp and fell in Radit's warm embrace. Radit hugged her tightly slowly letting go of her kiss, still enjoying the face that was already burning with the fire of love that lit her handsome husband.

Radit smiled happily at the resigned face, indeed the beautiful girl was very ready to give her husband rights.

"Tonight we take a break baby, you must be tired, right?" Radit kissed the forehead of the girl who had fallen in his arms.

Zahira did not answer, again he just according to what Radit told him.