Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

203. Zahira is sick

"What's wrong?" ricky asked that afternoon, and he saw Zahira coming out of his room with a bag.

"I want to go home Om, want to rest at home." replied Zahira with a tired face.

"You sick? your face is pale." Ricky looked worriedly.

"Little." Zahira held his head.

"I'll take you to the doctor!"

"No Om, soon Reza Mahendra's sir will come, preferably Om to see him. Let me go home with the driver." replied Zahira still standing.

Sure enough, not long after Zahira's driver came with Lili who will also take her down.

"Be careful, I'm sorry I couldn't take you" Ricky said again as Zahira was about to enter the elevator.

"More important is our plan, Om need not worry too much about me" replied Zahira trying to strengthen herself.

"Take the Madam well." Ricky orders Zahira's driver.

"Yes sir." nodded and immediately got into the elevator with Lili and Zahira.

Elsewhere, Radit has just finished a white laptop owned by Aldo, his father Zahira. His handsome face was engraved with a smile and a sigh of relief after almost two weeks of studying all the data belonging to Zahira's father, finally he succeeded, of course it became more value for Radit, Radit, he will defeat any man who will be his rival to get Zahira again.

"Where are you going?" David saw Radit move by grabbing his brown suit.

"I have to go to Anggara's office, we're promising to meet there." Radit tidied up his suit and grabbed the car keys.

"Go!" David replaces sitting on the couch.

"Papa should pray for me, hopefully today I have a chance to be with him. And he's not angry anymore" Radit said with a smile to David.

"Huh, fix your brains if you want to get Zahira again." David shakes.

"I think he'll like it later." Radit laughed confidently.

At two in the afternoon Radit arrived at Anggara's office, deliberately came later he would rather find Zahira was sitting relaxed than having to accept the tantrums like yesterday. Moreover, Radit must be clever to take Zahira's heart, in addition to being sad she is also pregnant, her emotions are often unstable, and the mood changes quickly, which he recently learned.

The handsome man descended with definite strides, without turning his head directly towards the elevator. Of course it always comes with the best appearance, where to know can be the attention of women pujaan.

"Good day Om!" greet Radit after opening the door of Ricky's room which is a little open.

"Good afternoon, you're late!" answer Ricky.

"Too long to dress up." Reza said. But finally silent, a pair of eyes Radit forced wide open to see a very unlikely sight.

"You!" Radit saw Reza's appearance from top to bottom. But due to annoyance Radit grabbed the sunglasses that covered Reza's eyes and looked again with no blinking.

"You're so disrespectful!" Reza is upset and returns to snatch the glasses from Radit's hands.

"No, no,..Nah! You can't be like this, I don't want Zahira to get carried away just from seeing the same look you had as her late husband. Quickly change your appearance!" Radit pointed to Reza's clothes.

"But not like this!" Radit looked annoyed, he was not willing to see Zahira.

"Already! Zahira's not in the office, she's been home since. He's sick!" Ricky broke their debate.

"It hurts!" said the two handsome men at the same time.

"Yes! He's not feeling well." Ricky sat back down.

"But I need Anggara's clothes, I'll wear them and leave a trace." Reza looked disappointed.

"Then we'll come there, I'm not at ease thinking about the situation right now." Ricky's suggestion that makes the two men excited.

"Agreed!" reza smiled meaningfully, but not with Radit. He really does not like the new appearance of Reza who tries as closely as possible with Anggara. Not to mention the high stature, arms that are not too muscular but very fit are said to be gallant, it does almost resemble Anggara. The difference yesterday Reza is more styling his hair in a rough style, a little random and looks more like a young boy, while Anggara is neater and full of authority. Nose pointed and deliberately lengthen the fur around his face to look similar, he was very good at reading the appearance of Anggara to very detail.

Not until one hour they had arrived at the Anggara residence, the large and luxurious house looked crowded with the sound of Sadewa and Satria, they played ball with Hiko, and they played ball with him, occasionally grab the ball with martial moves.

But not to mention Radit had come out, Hiko had brought them in not allowing to meet anyone. Disappointed! of course, but he will remain patient until then allowed to meet and have it.

"Let's go in!" Ricky invited the two fellows of different ages into Anggara's house, they did not wait on the ground floor, instead directly to the Second floor where all Anggara clothes are stored there.

"Master!" Aunt Lastri came out of Anggara's old room.

"I need Anggara's clothes." Ricky came in and followed his two partners. Looks like Bibi banned but they're all in.

"Ah, here we go!" Ricky grabbed Anggara's clothes that were still hanging as he was when he was alive. Reza wears them and sure enough they are the same size.

"Of!"

A surprised voice from Zahira, it turned out that she was there, just coming out of the bathroom with a pale and limp face.

"Zahira!" Ricky approaches, but feels that Zahira is focusing on the man wearing her husband's clothes.

Her beautiful face returned mellow, cloudy shrouding the clear of her eyes. The slow step approached, with a clear circle falling along with the movement of his feet.

The gaze seemed to find the figure that was missed, certainly makes Reza Mahendra flowery, where tofu can attract the attention of Zahira and create a serious relationship.

"Mas Anggara!' he said in his heart, either because of what, suddenly his clear eyes blurred, longing and tired of course had piled up making him unable to think or remember anyone other than just Anggara. Unable to hold back Zahira almost fell down and was seen rushing to Reza's arms.

"Zahira he's not-!" radit's yelling stopped as Ricky shut his mouth.

"Mas!" she closed her eyes, her delicate hand holding Reza's shoulder with her head resting on the chest of her husband's coat-clad field.

Attitude goes awry, also afraid of getting protests from other coworkers. Reza Mahendra looked doubtful but finally the sturdy hand hugged Zahira.

His crying broke out echoing, Right all this time he had no place to complain, even just leaning back.

And for some reason, the world became dark when it felt the warmth of Anggara's embrace.

"Bring me!" then he was unconscious.