Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

190. Your husband's grave is still wet

"Do I have to come?" asked Zahira, he seemed reluctant to go anywhere.

"Yes, if it's your husband then we'll go together. These non-formal ideas and agreements come from him, if the profit is more than Fifty percent then it will be given to the orphanage, and luckily we always get more profit every time we complete a contract." reza's answer wasn't to force.

"All right." Zahira agrees, let alone her reasons other than following what her husband once did. He'll do it all, even if Zahira doesn't know anything.

"Take your secretary, we'll just go with my car." he suggested.

"What's best"

"I'm driving, I'll be your driver today." Candanya while standing, of course there is no reason to refuse, Reza knows if Zahira will not want to be invited to sit close.

Zahira smiled, following Reza's steps out of her room. While inviting Lili to join them, Anggara's secretary, who had been working out of town, is now asked by Ricky to accompany and help Zahira.

"You will love this activity, as your husband always waits for time to visit and help them." Reza started the conversation when he was in the car. "Suppositions say, there is happiness in itself when it comes to sharing with people in need" she said.

"She is indeed a good person." replied Zahira reminiscing Anggara, his face was always cloudy, sad and never excited when remembering her husband.

Reza glanced at him from the windshield, he understood very well such a face, sad and longing certainly was attacking his heart. Lucky men who inhabit the heart of such women, young, beautiful, Soleha, and love Anggara sincerely. Crying roared to the swelling of his eyes and lips. Reza still vividly remembered how the woman behind him wept for Anggara. Maybe if the models and artists who like to date him in the position of Zahira, then will clap and enjoy the wealth that much with joy, have bought a lot of expensive items, he said, vacation and go have fun with younger and handsome men.

Reza shook his head, and that was also why he was not married. True said his coworker who had a bald head, if a simple woman like Zahira was already very rare.

"Sir Reza, can you stop for a second?" pinta Zahira saw in front of a shop.

"Sure." replied the man happily.

Zahira went downstairs with her secretary, buying lots of snacks for the children. In addition to thirsty beautiful women also want to share food.

"It's over?" Reza came down and brought a lot of food.

"It has. Sorry to be such a hassle." Zahira said politely.

"No problem." replied Reza with a sweet smile.

They continued on, the sunny day was up with fun, sharing money, food, clothes, Reza prepared many items that turned out to have been sent first to the orphanage. That makes Zahira happy not to play, especially when opening a large box that turns out to be an assortment of toys.

"Never thought, it feels like sharing directly as beautiful as this" said Zahira with a big smile. Her clear eyes sparkled when she saw the joy of the children with the toy in their arms. It turned out that it was as easy as it made them happy, it turned out that cheap was the stuff that made them laugh. 'Mas, it turns out that you like good things like this, simple things that are nothing to you, but make others so grateful and happy. It's not wrong that I love you so much, I don't regret that I'm crazy for your love. I miss you Mas.' she said inwardly.

"You like it?" Reza approached, seeing Zahira smiling to herself.

"Ah, yes." Zahira smiled and looked down.

"They like you too." Reza praised him, although it was true that the children liked Zahira.

"Are you not the daughter of Mr. David and Mrs Ayu?" reza asked in wonder.

"They're Mama and Papa, people who loved and raised me. Until I grew up and found out they weren't my real parents. I was lucky to raise Mama and Papa." The chat made Zahira miss David and Ayu, maybe avoiding them was too much, but really she had no choice.

"So the news that blows is true? That you're the son of a couple of young businessmen who died in a plane crash twenty years ago" Reza said seriously.

"Yes." Yeah." Zahira nodded.

Sometimes, the world feels so cruel, losing mother and father as toddlers, getting married and divorced young, almost losing their lives because of the woman who grabbed her husband, until finally meeting a great man like Anggara, he said, beloved husband. But, now even have to be a widow when the child is still small and pregnant young. Verily Allah is testing the patience of a Zahira.

"We will go back to the office, for another orphanage please send it, or it can be scheduled for another day. Zahira's mother can't be too tired." Secretary Lili looked at the clock that was coiling in her hand.

"All right, I'll take you. Lunch soon." Reza agrees. Soon they returned home to Anggara's office.

"You tired?" lili asked Zahira, along the way she just leaned back.

"Little." Zahira looked at the street as usual. Sometimes he also stared at the blue sky above, looking for a figure he would never find again.

Not long after they had arrived at the luxurious office, it seemed Ricky was standing in front of the office waiting for Zahira's arrival. Anggara's assistant came closer.

"You tired?" ricky asked very attentively, making Reza slightly squinting.

"A little bit, I want to take a break for a while" he said, stepping slowly into his office.

"Then get some rest, sorry to take you away. Reza said politely although he did not know what made everyone pay close attention to Zahira, they also looked very worried.

"No, I'm just thankful. I'm glad to see them." Zahira smiled sweetly, she really enjoyed being with the orphanage children.

"It's good that if you like it, I'm happy to make you happy too." Reza also smiled with eyes staring in admiration.

"When have you been close to him?" Radit approached and stared intently at Reza as well as Zahira.

Zahira turned his head, he wondered why Radit was there. "What are you doing here?" with a tired face.

"Waiting for you, since!" Radit stood firm with an arrogant face to see Reza did not like.

"I want to rest." Zahira stepped in, lazy to argue with Radit, even more so many employees and business partners.

"Wait!" Radit stopped Zahira's steps. "You avoided me, but instead went alone with another man." Radit smiled cynically. "Even your husband's grave is still wet" he growled toward Zahira.

"You know my husband's grave is still wet, and then what are you angry about?"