Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

218. Target tonight

For some reason, Zahira's heart was a little racing this afternoon, after Maghrib he immediately prepared himself to go to the Hotel Anggara Utama, a big celebration, also a big plan, a well-planned assault, he said, it made the young and beautiful woman feel nervous. Sitting in front of a large ornamental mirror, staring at her face that has made up perfectly, a luxurious long dress looks fitting on her beautiful body, her veil also looks neat, beautiful is nothing less.

But

The first time Zahira felt that being a leader who controlled all the countless treasures, became the superior of all the people he worked with, to be the honorable man of many great men of her husband's choice. Suddenly his heart became nervous.

I have no choice, I can, I can!

A neatly decorated photo on the dresser, Anggara, Sadewa, Satria, and herself. A happy family, whose wholeness has been taken away by someone, and surely sooner or later he will have to pay for it.

"I will try as hard as I can, I will try my best to replace you Mas, until one day your sons are great and become great men like you. That must have happened." Zahira stroked Anggara's face, peeling him for a moment with a heart that again sliced poignant, considering how Anggara always pampered him, especially during celebrations like this. Anggara would hold him, hold him, never let Zahira away for a moment.

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"Yes!" Zahira immediately wiped away her tears, tidied up her makeup slightly and exhaled.

"Are you ready, madam?" jia's voice behind the door to her room.

Zahira immediately moved, grabbing the gift bag from Anggara. Yeah, he really likes whatever Anggara gives him.

"Are the kids in his room?" zahira asked after closing the door.

"Had Madam, playing with the sisters, Hiko looked after them." Jia replied following behind down the stairs.

"Good, they need to be taken care of" Zahira said.

"Mr Reza's already waiting downstairs." Jia told me.

"Have it been a long time?" Zahira looked at Jia.

"Not yet." Jia only answered briefly, focusing more on the footsteps of her great mistress who was wearing high heels.

"Hi Honey!" reza's voice greeted, men who liked to flirt but always entertained.

"I don't want to make trouble with a lot of women there later." Zahira shook her head with Reza's behavior.

"Of course not, I never called them darling" she said still standing facing the beautiful Zahira.

"That's why, keep an attitude so they don't get jealous. I don't want to be their target later." Zahira walked with Jia towards the exit of the mansion.

"I like it." Reza won't lose.

Zahira did not bother, whatever he said. For a long time he got used to doing that man silly.

"Get my car, you two go with me, let them stay at home, where you know you need it." Reza pointed at two of Zahira's bodyguards.

"Then Mr. Teddy, take the car with us, maybe you need it later." Zahira pointed to her usual driver with her.

"Good Madam." The driver nodded obediently, Teddy was one of the bodyguards and drivers who always understood Zahira. In addition to respect, the nearly Forty-year-old man is looking after the family he needs to protect. Bodyguard trusts Aunt Lastri, the woman who became Anggara's nanny.

"One of you!" praise Zahira, the smile is a little, but the charm makes the disease, Reza's heart trembles to see it.

"I'm just a person who happens to be with you, and they're always with you." Reza doesn't want to be praised.

"They were all the choices of my husband, Jia, Hiko, Aunt Lastri, Om Ricky and many more. I was already comfortable among them, and could not imagine losing one of them. Split maybe, or they get bored and quit?" Zahira.

"It's definitely happening, but not now." Reza smiled, looking back for a moment to see the beauty of God's creation.

"Every meeting will experience separation, that's how life always goes. Sometimes I hate to be apart, even if there is an occasional breakup that must be grateful. But to me everything is the same, whether desired or unwanted, the name parted must leave sorrow." Zahira said as if she was taking out all of her heart.

"Everyone experiences it Zahira, there are only a few choices that do suffer more, but are blessed in the end."

"I wish so." Zahira leaned back, perhaps what he meant by the person who suffered more was himself. Yes, suffer when you miss someone who is gone.

"You two don't stay away from me." Reza glanced at Jia, the thin and cold woman only glanced at a glance, she knew Reza was watching over her.

"I hope everything goes well." Zahira.

"Hopefully, Radit and I have managed to divert the CCTV at Anwar's house. And there is only one place that does not have CCTV in it, namely Anwar's room. We suspect that Merry's keeping evidence there." Reza explained.

"We must all remain vigilant, Daniel's men are not random people, they also do not hesitate to use weapons" explained Zahira who later learned many things.

"I know." Reza glanced at Jia.

"Yes!" snapped Jia to the big boss of Anggara's colleague.

Zahira looked astonished, what was going on between them, until his mainstay bodyguard yelled in annoyance.

"You bothering him?" Zahira asked Reza.

"No!" Reza didn't tell me anything.

"She's a bitch." pointed Jia at Zahira's new friend.

"We've arrived." Their car stopped, Reza deliberately still sat down to let Jia down first.

"Know will be with me? Aren't you afraid the media is making a splash tomorrow morning?" zahira asked Reza for a moment.

Reza smiled, taking something behind where he was sitting.

"This." handed me a bouquet of flowers so beautiful, so many roses and fragrant.

"You really gave me flowers?" Zahira took it, staring at the many fresh flowers that Anggara always gave, even the flower garden in his house is always maintained until now, deliberately made Anggara for him.

"Your husband used to say that you liked him a lot. Consider it from him." Reza went out first, then opened the door for Zahira.

"Thank you." said Zahira representing everything, for the flowers, as well as his kindness.

The large hall was already very crowded, remembering that when Zahira was still married to Radit, Anggara gave a room for them to stay. 'Small gifts'. So says Anggara.

While Zahira recalled the past, Jia was busy staring at the faces of the invitations one by one. Anwar! as soon as his heart said, Jia's target tonight was the old man who was adept at negotiating it, cunning!