
Zahira turned her face away, afraid Radit would wish more if Zahira ate the food.
"Honey, with Aunt Jia first! Uncle needs to talk to your mom."
Satria and Sadewa said they were focusing on what they saw on the phone screen.
"Eat a little, empty stomach how can you be healthy!" Radit.
Not getting an answer, it seems that the woman is still reluctant to talk or accept something from Radit.
"Zahira! Please open your little heart to accept me as a friend if you are too special. Forget for a moment that we've been married."
"Unfortunately I never forget!" replied Zahira still holding the blanket between her fingers.
"That means I'm still left here." Radit pointed at Zahira's chest. Which of course made the beautiful woman stare sharply.
"Couldn't you?" radit asked again with unblinking eyes, deliberately looking for his own answers on the beautiful face that used to accompany his days.
"Radit, out! Don't make me tired." Zahira took a deep breath and threw away the rough, she really could not get close to a seductive man like Radit.
"I'm not going out until you eat something." Radit returned the orange in his hand. "It used to be not just from my hands, even from my lips you would eat it." whispered Radit making Zahira even more upset, her beautiful eyes bulging.
"Go!" his clasped hands were not aware of pushing Radit's shoulders.
"Eat if you want me to go." Radit smiled winning.
"I don't want oranges!" irked me.
"What do you want to eat?" Radit asked softly, he really is still very privileged Zahira.
"Purish it." Jia gave the chicken porridge that was still warm, it seemed like Ricky had just bought it.
"Alright, I'll bribe you." Radit started to open the lunchbox, shoving the porridge into Zahira's mouth.
"I eat alone." answered Zahira subtly, he tried to adjust his sitting position, helped Radit put a pillow and food on Zahira's lap.
Finally the answer from the tiny lips was no longer angry, his soft words were heard again. "Eat a lot, only then will I come out" said Radit a little firmly.
"You threatening me? What if it's not good?" Zahira looked at Radit with a gaze of protest.
"If it's not good I'll feed you, with my lips when necessary." Radit is back.
"Radrite! I'm still Anggara's wife! My husband is dead, but in my stomach is his son! So please don't say things I don't deserve to hear. And please don't remind me of-"
"We've been married, lived together since childhood and I've always loved you, loved you to this day. It's irreversible for Zahira, so don't think you'll fall in love with a man you just met rather than me who will never be far from you no matter what, even if you're anyone's wife! I'll stay around you, you can't change that. So please fall in love with anyone, but still you can't stay away from me. Before I die like Anggara! You can be free."
"Eat a little!" Jia approached Zahira who was now bowed sadly. He did not cry, or had no tears, of course Radit's words were not a joke to him.
"What should I do?" zahira asked creating silence because Jia would not be able to answer.
"I don't want anyone Jia!" she said slowly, her tears dripping again. "I just want to raise my kids, I've fallen in love with my husband enough. I don't want anyone anymore."
"If you don't want anyone then be a strong woman as you want Mr. Anggara. Or if not then the Madam will always get a chase from the man who likes you. They are new to the nearest, they are definitely not new to Madam. And there are many more later who will pursue the Madam, whether it is because of love, or it could be because of treasure. Madam must be ready with all possibilities, even love filled with ambition will create hostility for you later. If the current wants to be alone, then it should be able to deal with it on its own. But if you can't, then choose one" Jia said without changing her facial expression. Flat and cold.
"Jia, don't scare me!" zahira said shuddering in horror at Jia's words.
"That's right, ma'am, and be sure it will happen soon. The men out there are thinking how to approach you, if you have a lot of treasure, maybe handsome and love will they offer. Sincere people are not many, but sometimes we ourselves find it difficult to distinguish. Even people can say something*and you can be a hero, everything is hard to judge when love is spoken. So choose correctly to whom the Madam will fall in love. Although not at this time, I hope Madam can keep herself from giving a gap to the wrong man."
"What do you mean Reza?" ask Zahira.
"Pak Reza Mahendra is not a bad person, clever and reliable like Mr. Anggara, they even made friends long enough. But she was a female performer, many artists and child entrepreneurs who were after her, yet there was no serious word for her yet. He was not in love but just playing around. I don't know if you, humans can change, but according to some who have been rejected by him, he is a bad person! But it's still better than a stranger." explains Jia again.
"I'm not thinking of getting close to him, just worried if he comes around a lot and the kids like him." Zahira breathed a heavy sigh again. "I have to how is Jia?" Repeating the same question.
"Jalani. Most importantly Madam is healthy and can come out tomorrow morning" said Jia.
"Had Mas Anggara still existed." The subdistrict of which there would be no answer.
Jia simply smiled, patiently greeting the desperate master.
...***...
Elsewhere, Merry was sitting alone outside his modest home, his face bent, and there was no smile on his face.
"Papa too much to send a message to Radit not to see me!" he was upset while sitting restlessly on the porch of his house.
Bored and longed, of course such a quiet place makes young women fantasize beautiful, let alone have a handsome object like Radit. A clear sky with stars scattered above, beautiful if enjoyed by both, leaning on the warm shoulders of Radit.
"Roman!" whining itself.
Cretek
Merry turned his head quickly, he was surprised, Maybe an animal, so at this moment he thought.
Crackle
Bugh
"Aaaaaakhhhh...!" Mery screamed loudly with immediate jump and tried to stand running towards the back porch.