Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

Attention Two men

The outpatient door opened, looking as a woman leaned back limply with two handsome sons flanking and hugging her. Although pale and without makeup, she still looks beautiful. Not only one, two or three, but there are many women who are close to a Reza Mahendra, but somehow when he saw Zahira his heart had a different vibe, he said, an overwhelming taste and longing that is hard to pronounce with words. Reza stepped closer to the three people who were currently starting to fill his heart.

The corner of Zahira's clear eyes caught the shadow of the approaching man, of course he knew if it was Reza Mahendra. Reluctant to stare, embarrassed and guilty considering the incident at home a moment ago. Though from some time before Zahira knew that if Reza would make Merry afraid by looking at Anggara, he should not be surprised. But I don't know, that outrageous longing is often uncontrollable, even wanting to die to be free from the pain of longing but not being able to meet.

"Sorry!" the speech simultaneously came out of the lips of the two, after each other was silent even one word made the whole thing wrong.

"I-i mean! I didn't mean to make you"

"It's okay, I'm wrong to get carried away and unable to control myself. I miss my husband so much." I still don't dare to look at Reza's face.

"I understand." Reza did not know how to melt the atmosphere, suddenly his hands and feet became cold and stiff.

"Uncle is cooler like this, I love it." Satria pulled the suit Anggara who was still attached tightly to Reza's gallant body, so Reza was closer.

"Uncle just borrow temporarily." replied Reza increasingly misbehaving.

"So I hugged Uncle, it was like hugging Dad." Sadewa did not miss saying. He does not understand if his words make Zahira again remember his mistake hugging Reza.

"Will I be hugged again?" Reza was getting a gap, the corner of his eye stole a glance at the pale face but looked embarrassed.

"Can I?" asked Satria with a plain face.

Without answering Reza hugged the two, the tall body bent over the hospital bed with the two boys hugging her tightly. Reza's pitch-black eyes stared at a pretty face not too far away from her. A thin and sincere smile to decorate as if he was hinting that he did not mind, he also liked and felt the same affection, of course channeling feelings through his two children, love for his mother.

Once riveted with the scenery that has been several months can not be seen again, now his two children are so enjoying the embrace of foreign men who suddenly close. It hurts so much, though,....

Although there is happiness they have a place to channel longing, but I don't know, it feels like Zahira's heart is becoming unreasonable. The man in his thirties stared fixedly with sincere eyes, of course there was love coming along there. Making Zahira afraid, his love for Anggara should not be reduced, can not be replaced. Zahira lowered her head to let the stranger witness how much the face still kept the love for Anggara.

Occasionally their eyes again clashed, of course because Reza never gave up the opportunity to look at Zahira's face, and to run Zahira would not be able to. It was very desirable to express his taste, to invite him to marry soon. Yes, for the first time Reza is eager to get married and have it all, all including the sons of the beloved genius Anggara. So proud maybe when someday have them. I don't know, the shadow of the future has gone too far.

"Uncle!" call Sadewa still don't take off her arms.

"Hem!" Reza said, but his eyes looked ahead.

"Thank you." continued Satria afterwards.

Reza immediately perpetuated the embrace of the two, staring at the handsome face in turn. "You really can't be separated" Reza said, understanding how their souls bond.

"Yes, we can't be separated" Satria replied with a keen eye that Reza liked very much.

"Then take care of your mother, don't go anywhere. Uncle has to finish the task of being a hero like your father" he said, glancing back at Zahira.

"Can I come?" Satria will be interested in challenging activities.

"No, it's your job to look after mom. When you're done, Uncle will be right back." promised Reza.

"All right." Twins are very obedient.

"I go first, it's over the Maghrib. It's late but I'm still trying this afternoon." Reza smiled a little.

"No problem." returned a sincere smile, the man then passed.

But no matter how long later Radit entered with a paper bag in his hand. The man approached Zahira without smiling, his slow steps hinting that he was not happy.

"This is for you, you must not have brought a change of clothes" he said flatly.

"It shouldn't be necessary." replied Zahira also did not smile and did not even want to meet face to face.

"If you don't like to throw it away" he said, then turned back out of the room.

"Uncle!" Sadewa got out of bed and chased Radit.

"What's the matter, honey?" radit asked without looking at his mother.

"Uncle here, we don't have any friends." Sadewa grabbed Radit's hand.

"We're just playing outside, all buying food?" Radit's a little down.

"But I have to take care of Mom" he said sadly.

Radit took a breath, of course, jealousy and disappointment still lodged in the chest, but it is unfair to stay away from children. Besides, now Reza is taking care of Merry, isn't this a chance?

"Alright, Uncle will accompany you." Radit changed his mind, who had wanted to sulk, but could not stand the chance that could not come twice.

"We're watching the story on uncle's cell phone." Radit brought the two children closer to the chair and sat on the bed next to Zahira.

"It's better to just watch the science of the universe." Sadewa. Of course they are different children, not just entertainment they know, but like a thirst for knowledge.

"All right."

Long engaged in excitement with the two heroes, occasionally his narrow eyes glanced at women who did not also speak up. But once their eyes collide.

Zahira immediately threw away his eyes, unwilling to see Radit, although in the corner of the room there was Jia still he felt uncomfortable.

"You still limp?" radit asked slowly, in the end he could not survive with a face that always called to be approached.

"No." replied Zahira briefly, reluctant to speak to Radit.

"Want to eat something? I'll find it for you." Radit recalled that Zahira was pregnant.

Zahira shook her head, this time her gaze was no longer too hateful, but looked down at the blanket in her finger grip.

"There's an orange in there too." Radit pointed at the paper bag, but then grabbed and picked up the orange in his intent. The handsome man's fingers looked adept at peeling fruit.

"Eat." Radit reached out with one orange clove on the tip of his two fingers.