Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

200. Still Anggara's wife

"Two months have you left me Mas, my love and longing have not diminished one bit." Zahira took a breath, staring at the many photos on her phone screen. "Today, my content is even three months Mas, the time where the soul is blown in it. Soon she'll move, she'll say hello in the morning and before bed." His clear eyes let out tears, the tightness was again present.

"Sometimes I wish this was just a dream, when I woke up my hands were still hugging your body. But instead of Mas, when I woke up I only found a cold empty space." Zahira stroked Anggara's face inside the phone.

"You often say, if life is a dream, and we will wake up when we are dead. It means I'm still asleep and you're up first, like the dawn prayer you always do early when I'm still sound asleep because of your embrace."

"Mas! When did you pick me up? I miss.....!"

Falling asleep with tears still flowing, wetting the pillow for the umpteenth time. Tired of crying, tired of longing, tired of enduring that sadness.

A few hours of sleep with breathing that began to normalize after something that had blocked his nose melted away. But then he woke up again when everyone was asleep. Back his heart wailed, the night was quiet, silent, shrinking the taste until the toilet to the lowest point. Eliminating happiness when remembering the laughter and the breath of the fragrance is now gone. Can only hold back, trying to survive when the longing comes suffocating.

"Buck...!" he said slowly, between sleep and wakefulness, his crying was heard again. Continues

for a long time, no one heard.

In sleep, the longing is always alive.......

His love is always on.......

Illuminate the darkness of the soul, with the shadow of compassion carried to death.

...***...

"You want to work Non?" Aunty approached Zahira who was standing in the living room, that morning Zahira was wearing her husband's favorite suit, a gray suit as a cover of a long white dress.

"Yes Bi." she turned her head with a sweet smile.

"Beautiful!" bibi said when she saw Zahira's white clothes mixed with a gray suit.

Zahira looked down smiling, staring at how the suit had become the sweetest memory of the time they met at the top. When Anggara saw her as an orange thief in her husband's garden. Zahira stretched out her hand into the pocket of the front suit, where she kept the ripe orange until one broke and left a stain on the inside of her pocket.

"I miss him so much, Bi, these clothes always make him handsome and dashing. I can still feel the warmth of Mas Anggara's embrace." Zahira turned to the photo on the wall of the large room. The photo when they were just getting married, Anggara hugged her tightly, Zahira seemed happy laughing until she scrunched her nose.

"Auntie is sure, Mas Anggara has always been with Non Zahira, his love, his longing, and his prayers" replied Bibi stroking Zahira's shoulder.

"I must be strong, for the sake of the children. For the baby that's still in here." Zahira stroked her stomach which looked still flat. "And to punish the woman who separated me from my husband" he continued.

"Most importantly, do not endanger yourself. Let God carry out his plan, there may be something beautiful after this deep sorrow. Trust me, good people will always be surrounded by good people anyway, Non is not alone." replied Auntie.

"One of them is Auntie" Zahira said, then hugged Auntie.

"Thank you Non, if only Mas Anggara's wife is not Non Zahira, maybe Bibi has returned home this time. Aunty is old and useless." said Aunt sadly.

"Auntie is a mother to my husband, of course I also love Auntie. Thank you for taking care of my husband and educating him with affection, so as to form a loving person anyway, I really love him Auntie, I am so in love with your son."

Aunty sobbed this time, she missed Anggara, but also found the sincerity of Anggara's wife. A day in love, they both lost.

"Good morning Om?" Zahira greets Ricky as he walks into his room.

"What are my activities today?" zahira asked, turning to Lili's room but it seemed that the 30-year-old woman had not yet arrived.

"Nothing, just waiting there might be reports or our clients coming." Ricky looked at the clock on his wrist.

"Of!" someone came in a hurry, but made Zahira throw her face.

"Radrite! What's so early in the morning you've come here?" Ricky looked in wonder.

"I need to talk to you." replied Radit, his eyes glancing at the beautiful woman who pretended not to hear. Definitely Radit focused on the suit he wore, envious, jealous, upset, I don't know!

"Come on!" Ricky invites Radit into his room.

"Can't just talk outside, there's no need to come to this office! I don't like it." said Zahira with a hostile face.

"Just for a moment Zahira, I won't bother you." seduced Radit, if it were Merry, it would have melted.

"Of!" Zahira stared intently at Ricky.

Of course the man went awry, going down to the ground floor took a short time, not to mention having to go out and then come back again.

"Just a minute I-"

Zahira passed into his room, he would not listen to Radit.

"Zahira!" Radit chases to his private room, Zahira closes the door immediately but Radit holds back until there is a push.

"Go!" zahira shouted from the inside, but not in the listen of Radit, the young man even more pushing and holding the door with his body, until then managed to enter.

"You!" Zahira is very upset, he pushes Radit's gallant body and opts out.

"Where are you going?" Radit shut and locked the door.

"Don't joke Radit! I don't like being in this room with you, you're not who I am!" annoyed with Zahira, his voice rose full of emotion.

"Oh yeah? Then tell me why you should hate me like this?" Radit leaned against the door.

"Seeing you only makes my heart ache, because you're my husband's dead!" her eyes now look challenging.

"It's not Zahira! Since when have you not believed in God's destiny? Everything that happens must be for a reason, even a leaf falls from its tree at the will of God." Radit looked at Zahira's face affectionately.

"I don't want to take any chances, after all you're close to your ex-wife, that's enough and stay away from me!" zahira again get rid of Radit's body.

"I can't!" Radit held Zahira's hand, and grabbed her closer.

"Don't fuck Radit! I'm still Anggara's wife!"