Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

184. Hope to live

Anggara still did not answer, only a sad eye that was visible from the rest of the energy that was getting weaker.

"Defend me, remember there is me who cannot live without you. There's Sadewa and Satria who need a great father like you." Zahira's cry grew, never breaking the water running in the corner of the eye.

"We will arrive soon." said David who had been silent since then was unable to speak. Also Radit who did not say a word, his narrow eyes never turned away from Zahira who was crying bitterly. Although occasionally he looked straight ahead of him, but really the corner of his eyes could not be separated from Zahira who looked so devastated staring at the pale face of Anggara, a man who already has a beloved woman.

Yes, he really has Zahira intact, not only his body and status, but his heart and soul with no Radit name left in it.

"We have arrived" David said again.

Zahira rubbed her tears, trying to get rid of the water blocking her vision, though again and again, the salt water got in the way again.

Anggara was immediately taken to the operating room after the doctor saw a gunshot wound.

"Mom wait outside!" a sister forbids.

"But Sus, I'm afraid my husband is leaving." she cried pleading to accompany Anggara.

"Separ Mom. Patience is!" The nurse closed the operating room door.

"Suster!" he screamed in tears. His clasped hands touched the tightly closed door, until he sat down with a sick heart.

Ayu approached Zahira, invited her to stand up and sit in the waiting chair not far from them. He deliberately accompanied Zahira who is now leaning limp with breath up and down, his chest looks tight.

"Mother." Sadewa's voice scattered the daydreams between her cries.

Zahira turned her head, looking that innocent face was staring at him wistfully, also Satria, the brave looking boy was now looking down.

Zahira grabbed the two in an embrace, deeply immersing the handsome faces of her husband's beloved children. The children who always make the man proud of all intelligence like him. The warm embrace of the two pairs of small hands was heartwarming, and the delicate faces were reconciling his now very frightened soul.

"Will you be healed?" satria asked looking at her mother who was still crying.

"Yes, your father must be well, honey. You must pray for me." said Zahira with tears.

Sadewa's little hand was raised, her little finger wiped off Zahira's tears. The shady face was very similar to Anggara, so that the tears that had been erased were back flowing even more rapidly.

"Mother!" he called her as if begging not to cry.

"Mom's just worried, Mum-, I'm scared."

"Mother!" They rushed back to hug Zahira, they cried hugging.

Ayu threw away her gaze with tears unable to be dammed, she felt her chest heavy and hard to breathe hearing a heartbreaking sad cry.

"Here come Grandpa!" David approached and stroked his two grandchildren who were still hugging Zahira.

"Don't want Kek, I want to be with Mom." replied Satria shook her head in Zahira's arms, also Sadewa just silently hugged her mother.

"Grandpa here, honey, we're just sitting around looking after your mom and your dad. Let me take a break, your mom's claustrophobic and tired darling." David persuades Satria and Sadewa.

"Smart kid." David hugged him and let Satria lean on his shoulder. While Sadewa was still with Zahira, stroking his mother's cheeks and hugging did not want to move.

"Drink Honey." Ayu thrust mineral water at Zahira. Though he shook his head with tears falling back. "Look at them, Satria and Sadewa need you son! Poor them." Ayu.

Finally Zahira grabbed and drank the mineral water a little. Although only a little but enough to make Ayu relieved, at least a mouthful of water has passed through her daughter's throat.

"Ma! How about Om Anggara?" Radit had just taken care of a few wounded Anggara bodyguards with Jia. Also some of Daniel's mercenaries who were seriously injured, are now being treated and taken care of by the police.

"He's still inside."Reply Ayu only looked at the tightly closed room.

Radit sat down beside David, the man incessantly staring at the limp and puffy Zahira. He wanted to talk, but he didn't know what to say. The handsome man chose to sit quietly with his straight hair looking tangled.

"Sadeva, here with Auntie!" Jia invites Sadewa who does not want to be separated from Zahira's lap.

Sadewa shook her head, her brown eyes staring at Zahira's face.

"Mother is fine, just being sad, just like Grandpa, Grandma, and all." Jia persuaded.

Finally, Sadewa said, of course he knew that the most sad there was his mother, not Grandpa, not Grandma, not others. But what Jia said was true if her mother was very sad, maybe a little space to breathe a sigh of relief. He sat on Jia's lap, with eyes not separated from Zahira who now looked down to cover tears and tears.

Out there, the news of Anggara shooting spread quickly, all the media made the news top, they mentioned and described the same thing but with different titles and languages.

They took advantage of the incident, as if they were finding a gold mine on their own land, they dug and pursued the origin of the incident. The courtyard of Anggara's private house looks crowded, the house that is burning is also very crowded, on the road to the airport is no less crowded, in the office and hotel all look busy with a lot of journalists who come.

Hospitals, outside the hospital are also now arriving journalists with cameras of various types, want to know what the condition of the conglomerate is still relatively young.

Jia is busy contacting her other colleagues, she worries they are coming in and disrupting the comfort of her employer.

The door of the operating room opened, after a few hours the doctor finally came out. "The Anggara Family?" The doctor removed the mask on his face.

Zahira stood up immediately. "I'm Doc! How's husband?" zahira asked with a sad and hopeful face.

"We tried our best, and managed to pull out a bullet in his chest. But-"

"But What Doc?" zahira asked hysterically, she shook her head and cried.

"We talked in my room" the doctor asked to follow him.

"Doc?" call Zahira slowly, she can't wait to know her husband's situation.

"Sit Madam!" subtle commands.

Zahira sat down slowly, preparing for what she was listening to.

"Your husband is in a coma." The doctor stopped for a moment. "His heart is leaking and the hope for life is very slim."