Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

192. Ex-wife

"Girl?" zahira asked a little surprised.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Good! It means he's gonna stay away from me. Nothing is more important to me than children" he said, breathing deeply.

Ricky is just waiting for Zahira's facial expression, but Zahira still loves Anggara too much. Can be seen from the sad face that occasionally looked at the distant sky, sadness was clearly visible there.

"Did Amelia come here?" ask Ricky again.

"Om, everything's fine. I can't be stressed, tired and a lot of thought." he explained a little daydreaming.

"That's why I still haven't allowed you to work a lot, coming to the office just as entertainment. Meeting people can make your mood better, also reduce your longing for Anggara." Ricky laughed, he knew Zahira always felt that way.

"My longing will never go away. She was beside me I always missed her, especially now, she was in a far away place, I couldn't see her. Just feeling that he always loved me, loved me and even gave his life for me."

Her tears could not be spoken, her lips were a little missed, her tears had fallen first.

"I didn't think you'd return her love that much." Ricky looked at Zahira's face that was wet with tears.

"Even more than anything." replied Zahira again, he always lowered his head when he remembered Anggara.

"I knew. And be patient, everything will be revealed. Take good care of your womb, about the children you don't have to worry, there's Jia, Heiko and I. I always send my men to watch over your children from afar, so that if anyone comes after them they'll find out soon."

"Thank you, I don't know what I would be without you, and my husband's chosen people. I should have been very lucky in this position, even though it was too heavy for me."

"I'll do my best, as best as I can. I just wish I could find someone who can really take care of you when I'm old and can't do anything." Ricky made Zahira realize that her husband's male friend and confidant is no longer young. He's fifty years old.

"I will keep all my husband's relics, until the children can take his place." replied Zahira, though she was beginning to worry.

"The children are five years old, and I am fifty. But I can only pray, may God give you the best man to take care of you" Ricky said expectantly.

"What about your son?" zahira asked, knowing that Ricky had a boy and a girl who were twenty years old.

"My son would rather be a doctor. And that girl is still in high school." Ricky took a breath, he himself had trouble convincing his son.

"How about Jia." proposed Zahira again.

"could. But he'd have a hard time sharing his time if he's focused on keeping the kids." Ricky wasn't sure.

"May all this pass quickly. Because the treasure I look after the most right now is just the two of them Om, my husband's heir." Zahira looked at the photo of Sadewa and Satria hugging Anggara with a big laugh.

"Yes." Yeah." Ricky also looked at their photo.

*

The sky was clear that afternoon, Radit had just driven Aisyah home. Radit went straight home after Aisyah entered his yard.

The young girl stared at the departure of Radit's car until it disappeared behind a corner. He was happy to be able to walk with Radit, even though he just went around, eating and taking pictures.

"Hey, Ayesha."

Someone called his name.

"Can talk for a second." the woman asked Aisyah to open the gate of the house.

"In a moment." she replied kindly, she opened the gate.

"Sorry to interrupt, I was dropping off a boutique clerk and I saw you." she stepped in without any invitation.

"Please sit down." Aisha invited Merry to sit on the porch of her house.

"You just got home?" merry asked straight to the point.

"Yes. Just got Radit home." he answered honestly.

"Oh." answered Merry starting to put on a face he didn't like.

"You know each other?" aisha asked in curiosity.

"of course. Radit and I were married." replied Merry, successfully making Aisyah surprised.

"Married?" aisyah asked round her eyes.

"Yes! We split up because of a small problem. Of course he approached you just because he wanted to make me jealous. And you know, he also deliberately bought a lot of shophouses around me just because he wanted to take me back." he explained again.

Aisyah's pretty face turned sad, she was not sure of Merry's words. But he also believes that Radit is still approaching Merry. It's too much of a coincidence anyway if their stores go hand in hand.

"You better stay away from Radit! Because all you're gonna get is heartache." Merry reminded.

Aisyah lowered her head, she did not know what to say, although Radit had married of course Aisyah was fine. But with Merry, he thought again.

"Alright, looks like you need a break. I'm sorry." Mery smiled with a bag on her shoulder. He waltzed away with a fake smile, his heart was feeling victorious the innocent girl seemed to be affected.

Not far from there, the young and handsome man was sitting in a coffee shop, just enjoying the afternoon by himself. Suddenly his phone rang making him stop drinking coffee.

"Asalamualaikum Ay?" Radit stuck a cell phone to his ear.

"Wa'alaikum salam." answered Aisha across the street.

"What's wrong?" ask Radit again.

"Your ex-wife came to the house shortly after you left" replied Aisyah sounding quietly.

"Oh, okay. We'll talk tomorrow." Radit immediately turned off his cell phone call, giving no time for Aisyah to tell him what her ex-wife had said.

Radit immediately paid for his coffee, he turned to the car and immediately drove home.

The night that went with the moon as a prima donna, the time of rest for all the people has arrived. People say, the wheel of life continues to spin, if it is now on top then tomorrow can be below. If you are grieving now, you may be happy tomorrow. Or vice versa, yesterday was happy and all is well, now it is even chaotic, loss, endless sadness, miss no man.

"Where are you?" he looked at the vast sky. A longing that makes shiver his soul to fantasize how warm an Anggara's embrace is. Although finally sleeping with a slightly comforted heart after a lot of tears.

In another house, a young man was also sitting in front of his room. Looked at the same sky, the same moon, but did not know the meeting point.

"Zahira, I know you're thinking about him right now, and I'm thinking about you. I hope there's still a soul mate after all this has passed. I will fight for you no matter how heavy it is. But, why would I give up every once in a while if I saw how much you loved her."