Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

215. Not me

"Hello!" answer from across the phone.

"Assalamualaikum." replied Zahira subtly.

"Wa-wa'alaikum salam." Reza's voice stammered Zahira's sweet greeting.

"Sorry to bother you." Zahira said softly again.

"No, of course I'm so happy to get a call from a beautiful woman like yourself." got a little pause, a compliment won't miss her pinned.

"I just wanted to say thank you." Zahira seemed hesitant, tapping her index finger on the table.

"Thank you for what, Hem?" his heavy voice sounded pampering the ears.

"It was a ghost last night. Although it's good to see people suffering it's wrong, but I can't lie if I'm happy now. Thank you very much." said Zahira seriously.

"No need to thank you, I'm happy to do it. Last night I was not alone. There's Radit there, too, so you don't have to worry, I won't be tempted by the beautiful widow." Reza responded with a little joking.

"You still remember it." Zahira laughs.

"Of course, I remember everything you said." Reza was really trying to make Zahira melt.

"Then thank you, for being a ghost that has taken up your time. And,"

"And what?" ask Reza impatiently.

"The flower delivery." said Zahira biting her own lips.

"flower?" tanya Reza sounded full of questions.

"Yes." Yeah."

"I didn't send flowers?" obviously still sound asking.

"Well! Who sent these flowers?" asked Zahira to massage his forehead, embarrassed to think Reza was the sender.

"Can you send me a picture of the flowers?" pinta Reza sounded curious.

"Yes. Ehmm, sorry." Zahira became misbehaved, again she guessed wrong. The handsome man was too agile to guess what he meant. His finger trembled nervously from guessing wrongly, sending a picture of the flowers at Reza's request.

"I'll give you a prettier flower, or more than just a flower." woo Reza again after seeing the picture and the initialed name R the sender.

"Don't joke, I'm embarrassed to think you sent this flower." Zahira really felt stupid. He shouldn't be so sure that R is just Reza Mahendra. The same means if at this time Zahira shows that she likes the flower delivery if it is true from a Reza.

"Why should I be ashamed? I also need to know who has the courage to send flowers to my lover" said Reza increasingly teasing Zahira.

"Who's love?" Zahira begins to get annoyed with the temptation that is always thoughtless.

"Of course you are, my beloved." getting more seductive with his heavy voice.

"Alright, good job." Zahira immediately hung up her phone, really talking to the man made her shudder in horror. Just talking seriously, then it will end with ridiculous remarks, and end with misbehavior. Zahira is always made unflappable by a Reza Mahendra.

"Then who?" Zahira again grabbed the flowers and the sending card with the initials R. Long thought then put away the flower, after all he did not know the person.

"Papa, where have you been?" she said half crying, her face pale and frightened.

"I bought you a meal first. The doctor said you should eat after waking up." Anwar opened the food package.

"Where's Papa Radit?" merry asked with slightly trembling lips.

"He came home last night." Anwar scoops food and feeds Merry.

"Papa? He's not mistaken Papa!" Merry was crying and not eating.

"For your sake, Papa please stay away from him. If you want to marry Papa will find another man to be your husband, can be more handsome or rich as long as not Radit. Papa felt he didn't actually love you, Papa suspected." Anwar explained, still feeding food into Merry's mouth by force.

"I just want Radit" he said, starting to eat a little.

"Here you go, you better eat first and then you call yourself. But, Papa will keep an eye on you. Papa's sure Radit has other intentions." Anwar doesn't know what to do when Merry insists on being close to Radit.

"Radit isn't evil Papa" said Merry wiping away her tears.

Anwar smiled slightly, guilt coming into the old man's heart. Realize if you are wrong to educate, too pampering also because it is too loving. Merry's all he's got in this world. The fear of loss continues to haunt considering the mistakes his daughter has made, eliciting retaliation in the end still Merry who will be exposed to the end of all retaliation.

I don't know, how hard Anwar protected her. The law of wrong and right certainly cannot be denied, right always becomes strong, and wrong always makes weak.

Raising a child without a wife, made him feel lonely and only piled affection only to Merry. A betrayal! Yes a difficult word to pin down the limits of disappointment. It was a pity that his daughter was instead the cause of much suffering for others. But once again, a father will certainly protect his daughter with all his heart, even to death.

"Where's my phone, Papa?" merry's whining, which he knows is in turmoil right now, makes Anwar think his daughter is guilty, and Zahira doesn't lie about the Anggara shooting. Then where's his daughter hiding Daniel's gun?

"Wear Papa Nak's phone." The old man's voice sounded sad. Merry was a little stuck staring at the old face that was always loyal to keep and willing to do anything for him.

"Papa sad?" merry felt guilty.

"Yes, I'm afraid you're suffering, but Papa can't resist fate if the one above wants you to suffer right now. Papa has tried hard, son, if until this old man leaves you, then it is up to the people who will protect you" said Anwar sad.

"Papa can't leave me." Mery hugged Anwar.

"Anyone can die at a young age, let alone this old Papa" said Anwar stroked his daughter's head.

"It shouldn't be Anggara Papa! But Zahira." she answered still hugging Anwar.

Anwar. "Where is that weapon you're hiding?" anwar asked slowly but under pressure.

"Father!" Merry still won't confess.

"Honestly, son, because your choices are few. Die in their hands or curl up in prison forever." sad Anwar to drop tears.

"No Papa, I don't want to! I'm not the one who did it." Merry was terrified.

Anwar did not answer, just enjoying the flow of tears that could not stop. I don't know if Anwar is currently regretting?

"Father!" call Merry whining hugging the old man.

If the fight is impossible to win, then giving up is an option. Of course, there are risks, there are only big ones and there are smaller ones.