Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

189. Approaching a girl

"Zahira!"

"Of." Zahira was a little surprised by Ricky's arrival that morning.

"Wow, what a great breakfast!" Ricky sees the kids having breakfast potatoes, milk and chicken flour like his mother likes.

"Do you want to?" Satria offered Ricky a piece of chicken.

"May as well, but in packs." Ricky was sitting next to his best friend's kids.

"Aren't you ashamed, bringing a chicken package to the office?" Satria can most make people misbehave.

"What did you bring?" Ricky likes the way Satria talks.

"No. I'm full so there's no need to bring anything." she replied, letting go of her finished breakfast.

"Of course full, a piece of chicken with fresh bread and a full glass of milk! It's adult food!" Ricky pointed at Satria's plate.

"I need a lot of energy to think." she answered never running out of words.

"What can a kid like you think?" Ricky hasn't stopped talking to her.

"Finding my father's assistant's replacement if I become the boss!" her answer left the dining table, grabbing Jia's hand to immediately go to school.

"Basic boy!" muttered Ricky annoyed, the man took the chicken and ate it.

"Sorry!" Zahira smilingly looked at Ricky's bent face.

"He's not like his father." Ricky notices Sadewa kissing Zahira's hand, as well as his before leaving.

"But my husband likes it." Zahira laughed by opening the plate and going to breakfast.

"Yes, he's like your father. We were all friends so we knew him very well. Clever, brave, honest, he's not afraid of anything." explains Ricky talking about Zahira's father.

"Mas Anggara also said the same thing." Zahira chews food, she likes the arrival of Ricky, reminiscing about her husband together.

"I picked you up for work today, so you wouldn't get bored at home. Maybe learn and forget your sadness." Ricky put Chicken bones on his plate, he's done.

"But I have to see the gynecologist." Zahira seemed to think.

"Go, let Aunt ask Doctor Amelia to come home." Aunt takes care of the dirty dishes, gives them to the other housekeeper.

"All right, I'll be ready." Zahira got up from the dining table, got on the floor Two ready to go to his office.

"It's better, Auntie pity seeing Non Zahira every day she just daydreams and cries" Bibi told Ricky.

"I know Bi." Rikcy leaned back while waiting for Zahira.

While elsewhere.

Radit was heading towards a shopping area, he was dressed neatly and handsome as usual. The man bought a place there, deliberately to approach someone he was about to meet this morning.

Radit got out of his car, with a definite step he entered a large Shop selling complete electronic devices. Employees are also deliberately recruited from the office so that they do not need to learn to manage everything.

A woman had also just come, she got out of her car and turned to Radit. But the handsome man was focusing on his phone, he also did not notice the surroundings that had started to get crowded.

"Roman!" call him after a while looking at him from afar.

Radit turned his head, but refocused on his phone. He did not care about the woman who was now standing behind him, had even switched positions beside him.

"Aren't you a rich businessman, why did you open a shop here?" asked Merry squinted his eyes. This is the third meeting.

"It's a public place, anyone can buy it. Moreover, the price is very cheap when compared to shophouses in the middle of the city. Is there a problem?" tanya Radit looked at Merry suspiciously.

"Ah, n-no." she answered nervously.

"Roman!" call again.

"I'm busy." Radit left that place without looking at anyone.

"Why did he come here? if to see me why even hate it when I get close to him, should he like it?" Merry muttered with many questions filling his head.

"Can I help you Miss?" ask an employee at Radit's shop.

"No, I know your boss, but he seems to be busy." Merry smiled awkwardly.

"Oh, he's busy. We're looking for some shophouses to sell, maybe five places, to open bigger branches. Because if it's just one, it's selling too little." Radit explained.

"so." Merry left the place, went back to his boutique.

All day he thought about meeting Radit, he became disturbed by the handsome man he still craved. Had thought to go abroad, but he could not even just go out of town, his status is still a prisoner.

"But, if he was approaching me, he shouldn't have avoided. And again he doesn't like to talk to me, for whatever reason he buys a lot of shophouses if his intention isn't to do business." Merry spoke for himself.

"Who is she talking about?" one of his boutique employees heard Merry talking to himself.

"Ah, the shopkeeper next door, I know him." replied Merry.

"Oh, that white, handsome guy?" ask the officer again.

"You know him?" asked Merry in surprise.

"She was approaching my neighbor, a hooded girl who had just finished her education in Malaysia" she said, successfully making Merry's eyes round like she was about to jump out.

"You kidding me?" asked Merry staring dislike.

"I'm not kidding, her name is Nara, it looks like they've known you for a long time" replied the Merry employee very confidently.

Merry slammed his body on the back of the chair. He was very upset to hear the news, Radit could have approached a woman to buy many shophouses around the house of the woman near him. He was really curious, wanting to see how the woman looked.

*

In Anggara's office, Zahira had just finished dealing with the file Ricky had been presenting. Although only reading and signing, it certainly makes you tired, especially for young pregnant women like Zahira.

"Mother Zahira, someone's coming to see you." the female secretary told me.

"Who?" ask Zahira.

"Business partner Mr. Anggara, you've met him. His name is Mr. Reza."

"Let him in."

The secretary nodded. Soon the door came back on tap, and opened.

"Come in Mr. Reza." Zahira gave a friendly smile to her husband's friend, who was about 38 years old.

"Hi Zahira, long time no see." said familiar.

"Yes, how are you?" Zahira let him sit down.

"I'm fine, I'm afraid you're not okay. Losing Anggara made you very sad, I saw you back then, at my best friend's funeral" she said.

"Thank you for your presence, but I really didn't see you back then" Zahira said earnestly.

"No problem."

"Can I help you?" ask Zahira again.

"Oh, of course. I came here to take you to the orphanage tomorrow morning. Our company cooperation managed to get a profit above Fifty percent. So the rest of us are going to donate to some orphanage."