Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

188. A husband who loves too much

"I don't want to see you! It's because of you that my husband died!" zahira.

"No Zahira!" radit slowly asked.

"If you hadn't brought Merry into your life, this wouldn't have happened to Radit! You made a mistake but why should I pay." Zahira stepped in another direction, he did not want to talk to Radit.

"Zahira, please don't be like this. No witness saw that he was the culprit! I'm investigating this too." Radit tried to explain.

"I testified! He was holding the gun that killed my husband. The husband who changed his life for me." cried Zahira.

"Zahira." call Radit begging.

"You know, my heart still throbbed with pain when I remembered how my husband was buried. The world seemed to be collapsing and I felt like I had no shelter because the man who had always protected me was gone. My soul trembled, my hands trembled, I searched where I could hold. My kids are too young to feel lost. He shouldn't be the one in there, he shouldn't be there! Who made him there?" Zahira asked with a jolting cry.

Quiescent

"You are the cause." Slowly but with tears.

"I'll find the evidence, I'll find your husband Zahira's killer!" radit shouted as Zahira was away.

Zahira did not care, he smiled bitterly with the expression Radit, how could Radit not believe what Zahira said, even since childhood he never lied.

Just when it was about to open the door, on the wall of the great hall was clearly emblazoned Anggara photo. A handsome face with a thin smile full of dignity, looking cool as if he was still there.

Zahira stopped enjoying the warmth of Anggara's face which she missed every second. A moment later the looking face looked cloudy. Choosing to go home, at home will be easier to enjoy the longing itself.

"Of!" Radit called Ricky who was also preparing to leave.

"Yes." Yeah." Ricky took off his glasses and looked at Radit.

"Today I had a chance to meet with Merry" Radit said sitting opposite Ricky.

"Where?" ricky asked his forehead.

"In a boutique, he opened a boutique and a music studio together" replied Radit, thinking.

"I'm asking you not to go near Zahira, nor the children. I don't want anything to happen to the three of them." Ricky was talking seriously.

"But no one saw the incident, we just watched Om Anggara get shot, but no one saw for sure who the shooter was."

"Whoever he is, must be found. And better stay away from Zahira." Ricky says firmly, leaving Radit who still needs to talk.

"Zahira can't lie. But how can Merry be okay after shooting?" Radit thought visiting Merry would be more useful. Yes, visiting an ex-wife who needs to watch out for.

The streets look crowded, maybe because there are many events lately, can be seen from the hotel rented by businessmen as a place of celebration. Huh, the breath feels tight if you remember the beautiful days passed with your beloved husband. Coming hand in hand as if to tell the world they are the happiest.

But, now it's itself......

"Mrs!"

"Yes?" Zahira changed his sitting position, suddenly Zahira's back ached after a few tens of minutes of silence.

"In front there are many restaurants, also street vendors. Do you want to buy something?" asked the driver Zahira, of course he got a message from Bibi to always pay attention to Zahira, where he knew he wanted to buy something considering his appetite still did not improve since Anggara's departure.

"Ah. I don't know what to buy." she replied looking ahead but not focusing on what she saw.

"Madam's better take a look. Maybe the traditional food would be better, or the typical regional pastries like that!" the driver pointed at the cake wrapped in banana leaves.

Zahira followed the driver's index finger, thinking it might be a good cake. After all, the sellers are old mothers who seem patiently waiting for sales on the side of the road with other friends. "We're down sir." Zahira grabbed her bag.

The driver nodded, followed his employer to buy food, and it turned out that after seeing many vendors with an assortment of Zahira's food dissolve and buy a lot of it. Only then did he come home with a smile etched on his beautiful face.

"Let's go madam, it looks like grilled chicken is delicious." the driver persuaded again.

"Want to eat now?" zahira asked, looking at the driver who started driving.

"I'll be there later, after I get home" the driver replied with a good laugh.

Zahira began to open the package and eat with an occasional look ahead, the streets are still quite crowded, also sometimes have to stop because it is too crowded.

Arriving home with a stomach that has been filled, he brought his own groceries.

"What is Non?" Bibi approached Zahira, reaching for the plastic bag her employer was carrying.

"Kue Bi." she replied smiling.

Aunt saw everything she bought. "Non likes? Aunty can make this cake if Non Zahira likes." Aunty doesn't want to say if Anggara likes her too. Aunty took Zahira to sit in the dining room.

"Like Bi." Zahira poured water and drank slowly.

"Non, Amelia's doctor called Bibi" she said slowly.

Zahira stroked his stomach, one month away Anggara, he sometimes forgot if there was a baby in his stomach also needs attention.

"Non have to check, tomorrow maybe!" Aunty connected her words, sounding like seducing.

"If Mas Anggara still had Bi." his face back cloudy.

"Auntie also didn't expect Mas Anggara to leave Auntie first." Aunt took a heavy breath. "But don't keep grieving Non, enjoy and live what's left for you, like this child, take care and love him like Mas Anggara loves you. He will be happy if you are happy, instead you will be sad if you are sad. Does Non want Mas Anggara to be sad there?"

"No Bi, I want Mas Anggara to always be as happy as when I was with me, I want Mas Anggara to always smile." Zahira wiped her tears. "Only, I miss her too much." she said, looking down with tears back in her eyes.

"He missed Non there too. She wants Non to be happy, to be a strong mother to Satria and Sadewa, as well as to those who are still here." Aunty stroked Zahira's flat stomach.

"I'll take care of him Bi, I'll take care of everything he left behind. Children, houses, all of you, even this shirt I'm wearing is from him." cried Zahira again broke, echoing in the large room made some of the housekeepers come closer to witness how much the loss made Zahira suffer. Yes, can only witness how a wife is helpless without a husband who loves her too much.