Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

212. Seduced beautiful widow

"Don't forget to take the medicine" Reza said when they got home from the beach, the beautiful afternoon represented Reza's feelings of growing in love when she managed to get close to Zahira.

"I already have, you shouldn't bother bringing me vitamins like this. Moreover, you are still unmarried, it is not appropriate to care about a pregnant young mother like myself." her small hand justifies the position of the bag hanging on her left shoulder.

"It was only suddenly thought of when I saw Amelia. And I happen to want to see you." replied Reza still faithfully looking at the pretty face in front of him. Standing in front of the car door of Zahira's yard.

"I'm sorry I always trouble you, I promise I'll one day repay you according to what you need from me" she said softly, no less tenderly than her beautiful eyes.

Reza smiled sweetly, a ray of sincerity clearly visible in her pitch-black eyes. "I don't ask for anything, only sometimes I'd love to meet and talk to you. It feels so calm, that's it." replied Reza did not want to say more details of his feelings. Doubtful, or perhaps afraid Zahira is angry and away.

"I'm only at home, and in the office when I work, there's nowhere else for me to hide from you." Zahira replied with a little joking.

It feels very happy, not only hope, but it seems like the road has stretched even though unlike the toll road, at least the path can be passed to approach Zahira, step by step.

"I'll come a lot, I hope you're not bored. Sorry too if I tease you often." that bright smile seemed teasing on Reza's lips.

"Just don't cross the line, I can't afford to think strangely." Zahira laughed with her own silliness, Reza's provoking remarks made her think wrong and not dwell in the end.

Reza laughed out loud this time. "That's your fault, you're thinking too far, when I'm telling you the truth."

"You're intentional." Zahira leaves Reza, intent on letting the man go home soon, but instead follows him into the house.

"I think you're too sensitive" he said slowly as he walked up to his arm so close to Zahira.

"Aren't you going home?" Zahira glanced at a glance then started to step up to the Second floor.

"No! I want to be here with you always." she replied quickly.

His steps came to a halt, turning his head to the taller man, it seemed like there was something wrong with his words.

"I need Anggara's clothes." Reza won't let Zahira get angry. "All the perfumes are for the evening" he continued ahead of Zahira.

Zahira stepped back following the tall man. Slightly saddened to hear the words, as if Anggara was not calm there. Though actually Zahira who has not felt calm if Merry has not received punishment. Yes, even the closeness with Reza because it wants to retaliate for the loss of Anggara.

"Can I come in?" reza asked, looking at the woman who was suddenly more silent.

"Just get in." Zahira opened the door of the room filled with Anggara clothes, the room next to her when she was not married, and only contained clothes after marriage.

Reza is looking for clothes that fit him, clothes that are about often worn Anggara, Zahira also chose.

"This one?" Zahira grabbed the dark blue suit.

Reza was interested, the man immediately wore it. "It's black." he muttered still heard Zahira.

"You have the same size." Zahira smiled at Reza Mahendra. No longer to be surprised, but the longing cannot be reduced. Her beautiful face looks sad with all the bitterness clearly mengihiasi there.

"You still miss him a lot." Reza knew what Zahira was thinking, surely his heart was sad.

"Yes, that's all that's left" said Zahira. Those clear eyes had already created a hazy mirror that was ready to fall at any moment.

"Zahira, I'm sorry about this silly idea. I didn't mean to make you sad." Wanted to grab that little hand but was afraid Zahira didn't like it.

"It's okay. I desperately want the destruction of the woman who killed my husband, I really can do anything to avenge him. I want him to suffer, I don't want him to live a quiet and free life while we're so lost" he said.

"So I didn't cry, because you were wearing my husband's clothes I missed" she rubbed her own tears.

"If you only miss you can vapourize it on me, I don't mind?" Reza started his mischievous action, his hands spread wide.

"Of course you don't mind, even you like it!" Zahira forgot her tears, changing with a sweet smile rising on her red lips.

"That's absolutely right, especially when you get a hug like yesterday. I want more." he said, teasing Zahira.

"Don't dream!" Zahira left him out.

"I didn't dream, which yesterday was very real." immediately followed Zahira.

"Shut up here!" Zahira pointed at the position on the balcony, hinting not to move.

"But I want to come?" Reza still answered even though he finally complied.

"Lift your hand." Zahira prepares to spray perfume on Reza.

Reza, according to him, enjoyed a precious moment while getting romantic service from Zahira. Looking at that beautiful face was full of delusion.

"I feel I have a wife" he said with a happy face, his smile always expands with eyes can not be separated from Zahira.

"Then get married!" Zahira did not return her gaze, her little finger was busy closing back Anggara perfume.

"Do you want to be my wife?" Reza could never resist his feelings when he spoke to Zahira.

Zahira looked up in wonder, he thought that Reza Mahendra did like to talk carelessly and that was common.

"You're going to propose to a widow of three children? I think it's embarrassing!" Zahira replied curiously.

"If I'm really serious how?" he said a little screaming, Zahira had entered his room to return Anggara perfume.

"Go! You said you wanted to be a ghost tonight." After coming back out of his room.

"Yes, I'm going to haunt the beautiful widow" she said, inhaling the scent of perfume on her body.

"Be careful when you're tempted and you end up marrying her instead of helping me you fall into the hands of that cunning woman and antagonize me." Zahira bit of a nag.

"Are you jealous?" tanya Reza raised both eyebrows.

"No! but it could be like that." Zahira nodded in annoyance.

"I've been tempted by a beautiful widow, I even want to always meet her, want to be with her, even imagine being able to live with her."

Zahira looked back in wonder, her eyebrows twitched.

"His name is Zahira" said Reza soon passed, not wanting to hear answers or protests from women who are often the object of his delusion lately.

"He's gone crazy!" mummified Zahira.