Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

187. What's my fault with you?

"Yes." Yeah." Radit turned his head, looking at the beautiful face.

"It's better for the kids to be with Jia or Bibi" he said, watching his two sons keep looking at Zahira's slightly different face.

"I don't care if they're with me, or let me take care of them for a while." Radit said solemnly. But Sadewa and Satria went and followed his mother's hand.

"No need, they're used to Auntie, Sister Jia." Zahira did not show her friendly face. Tend to stare dislike Radit.

"Zahira." call Radit slowly, he feels Zahira's attitude is different. Maybe he was too sad. Radit tried to think so.

Satria and Sadewa simply complied, they were silent without protest but at last! "Does mom hate Uncle Radit?" satria asked no longer with her guess.

"It's best to just be with Suter, son, or play with Aunt Jia and Uncle Hiko." Zahira gave a different answer.

Radit was still looking at the back of Zahira and her two children, their conversation was still heard.

"Maybe she's sad, she's sensitive." Akbar patted Radit on the shoulder.

"I think he hates me." Radit replied sadly.

"He is broken, no one can heal his heart." Akbar takes Radit out.

The days go by so slowly, time keeps turning around without waiting. Earlier that week, Satria and Sadewa returned to school. Zahira does not want anything to happen to her son so that every day must be guarded by Jia. But this is Satria and Sadewa's last Sunday in kindergarten school, because next month they will enter a special school of geniuses, special classes like his father, because next month they will enter a special school, who only completed 4-year elementary school, 2-year First Secondary School, also 2-year High School.

The sound of the roar of cars entered the spacious courtyard of the mansion. But not just one, it means there's another car coming. Zahira came out and welcomed her two children.

"Mother!" they took Zahira's hand, peeping Zahira's left and right cheeks.

"Change clothes, baby!" Zahira rubbed and hugged the warm bodies of her sons.

The smart kids nodded following the Sister who was ready to wait. "Uncle, stay there!" Satria turned around and spoke to Radit, she nodded in agreement with a sweet smile on her face.

"Zahira!"

The voice made Zahira reluctant to turn her head, she knew who was coming, and it was certain that her heart was again hurt looking at that face.

"Sorry, I'm busy" he said, not looking at Radit's face. "You better go home" he said again.

"Zahira! Please don't be like this. I just want to entertain the kids, I want to take him for a walk and that's after your permission." Radit approached Zahira.

"I wouldn't allow it. And if he needs a walk, I can do it." Zahira still did not want to see Radit, he turned sideways and even turned his back on Raditya.

"I was wrong to be close to your children, even during this time your husband allowed me to be with them" Radit said.

Zahira turned to face Radit, her clear eyes were unfriendly, and her beautiful face was clouded when she heard her husband called. "That was then, now it's different. And I'd rather you stay away from my kids."

"But why?" Radit raised his voice, he really did not understand what Zahira was thinking.

"It's enough for me to lose my husband, and please, don't make me lose any children either."

"What do you mean?"

"Zahira!" Radit wanted to grab Zahira's arm, but the beautiful woman had already entered the house no matter Radit.

"You better go home, Miss is in grief, she doesn't want to be disturbed" said Jia politely, she also passed away leaving Radit.

Radit will leave Zahira's house. Along the way he thinks about Zahira's changing attitude since Anggara died. Not once he came to visit Radit's house, unlike when Anggara was alive, they would come even if just sitting for a while asking for news. Radit doesn't understand what his ex-wife thinks, he's never been that way as long as he knows Zahira, even caring about David and Ayu despite what they've been through.

*

Early the next month, Radit prepared with a large meeting of businessmen as usual to be held at the Anggara Hotel. Meetings of many entrepreneurs, and there are important things that will be announced after the death of the ruler of the business.

All gathered on this sunny morning, they seemed to be waiting for what they would listen to, for this was the first great meeting after Anggara's death. So did Radit, the man seemed to be looking for something like missing without the authority of an Anggara, who had been a pity for him.

"Good morning everyone!" Ricky's assistant comes in rare for sure as usual. Fresh and always fragrant appearance.

Good Day Mr. Ricky." Some answered and some just nodded.

"We will begin the Meeting" he said, but glanced at the clock that was tightly coiled around his wrist.

Soon the door opened with a female secretary entering first, letting someone behind her.

Step graceful, beautiful, slow and polite. He smiled slightly, nodding as a greeting. Then sat down next to Ricky, occupying her husband's oversized seat.

"Good morning Miss, Madam!" as soon as they say hello together.

"Yes, good morning." she replied subtly.

The meeting began, the announcement this time by mentioning if Zahira replaced Anggara long ago. Zahira just smiled and nodded, he did not say much, but the attitude of everyone certainly paid great respect to the richest woman, now her position is very respected even though rarely office and not working.

The meeting finished and shook hands especially with Zahira. As usual Radit will choose the latter, just as when Anggara was alive.

But, when he reached out, Zahira did not reply. The beautiful woman grabbed the file and left her desk.

"Zahira!" This time Radit won't waste a chance to talk. He blocked Zahira's steps, forcing the beautiful face to face and staring at each other.

"Radit, please go! Please understand if I don't want to talk to you, or anyone." Zahira said staring at Radit's handsome face lazily.

"No! I wonder why you're always dodging and looking at me hatefully? What's wrong?" tanya Radit didn't give a break for Zahira to leave.

"Om, I want to go home." Zahira turned around and called Ricky.

"You're not going anywhere until we're done talking!"

"What should we talk about?" zahira's voice was rising.

"Tell me what's wrong?" radit's voice also rose.

"You want to know, or pretend you don't know?" Zahira snapping.

"I really don't know and I want to know!" Radit also snapped, the eyes of the two of them staring intently at each other.