Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

22. Get project

"Mama's really waiting for the good news." Ayu smiled very happily even though it was just hope.

"We're leaving now?" Radit looked at the clock on his wrist.

"Actually I'd like to go to Papa's office, if Radit would let me." Zahira said hesitantly.

"But-"

"Maybe baby, your papa's in there." Ayu cut off Radit's words, she knew her son would not allow Zahira.

"Well, I'll take you and then I'll pick you up." Radit is not to be denied.

"Yes." Yeah." The girl answered only briefly.

Radit really did not let Zahira take him into his room and then he went to Ayu's office.

"It's very lonely." Zahira.

"Good morning dear." David came in and greeted Zahira.

"Papa." Zahira stood up and half-hugged David, David replying with a one-handed hug.

"What's your day fun?" David smiled brightly.

"I'm always happy Papa." Zahira replied, those clear eyes looked sparkling.

"Thank God, Papa is happy." Like David, talking to Zahira is always fun. When little Zahira chattered, David would happily listen and answer anything he asked. The girl was always fun, especially when David was tired and tired of work, when he came home to meet Zahira was the most effective remedy to eliminate it.

"Where is Om Anggara?" Zahira saw the table in front of him empty.

"The cooperation of the construction contract with him is complete, although he has a 50% stake in the property in a large warehouse, it is located on a new road not far from the location of his luxury hotel." David explained.

"That means a part of this company belongs to him?" Zahira seemed to think.

"No, just for property only, building properties need very little finance. At that time your father did not have that much capital, while the project demand was quite a lot so Anggara offered cooperation in the property sector. But for this office and its heavy equipment it's all yours, there's no other stock in it." David again.

"Alright, I think he'll keep teaching me to work." Zahira sat down.

"Did he promise you?" David wanted to know.

"Yes, he said I had to study independently." Zahira starts opening her laptop.

"Let's ask him." David then leaves Zahira alone.

The girl looked serious with many typing that she had learned, occasionally she stopped and thought. Up to an hour the girl dissolved with her busyness she still did not move from the chair, but all this time she was so eager to quickly leave the room because she was lazy to do the job.

"Married one Sunday makes a spoiled girl like you an adult." The voice sounded familiar to Zahira.

"You're finally coming too. Do you know what? I'd love to learn how to handle a project." Zahira spoke long.

The man narrowed his eyes. "You want to be a leader like your mother?" Anggara sat down and glanced at him.

"Maybe useful later in life, I can't bear to have my husband do it all by himself." Zahira sat down.

"Don't you say you don't like work, you just want to be home." Anggara smiled by looking at the girl.

"The human mind can change, circumstances and pressures can change things even if it feels impossible for the moment." Clearly Zahira showed his maturity side.

"And Allah is heart-wrenching." Anggara reconnects Zahira's speech.

"true." Zahira is busy with her laptop.

"I like you too, you're a very genius." Zahira took a quick look at the adult man's face.

"You're this, I said you like it, you say you like it too." Anggara shook his head.

"Indeed, if a good person says he likes you, say something nice that you like him too. Pleasing the heart of the man can reward." Zahira.

"Then if people say they love you, will you say the same?"

"Of course, Radit loves me, I love him too." The answer is no matter, this time he did not take his conversation seriously.

"What if it's someone else?" Anggara.

"That means he's in love with someone's wife." Zahira looks lazy.

Anggara chuckled at the girl's reply, his hands busy pulling out the paper from the printer that was on. "This is a small project for you. If you're serious you'll make it." Anggara handed me some sheets of paper.

"Huh, is this serious?" Zahira gawked at the papers Anggara gave her.

"Of course seriously, weren't you the one who asked to handle the project." Anggara stood by Zahira's desk.

"You got the project that fast?" Zahira still looked astonished, her clear eyes perfectly rounded.

"Yes. No need to be that admirable." Aggara felt it was too much.

"Ish, you should be glad I'm amazed at how you work." Zahira chuckled this time.

Anggara stared in disbelief, that was a very strange statement. "It feels like a director." Her speech.

"Do I deserve to be called Director?" Zahira laughed happily.

"Yes, Zahira's mother." Anggara mocked him with an amused chuckle.

"Ah, it's not at all right to hear." Said Zahira, he did not despair even though he got a tip from Anggara.

The two dissolve into a new job and Zahira learns excitedly.

"You're very smart, unfortunately lazy." Anggara glanced at the pretty face, aware that he was already the wife of the person.

"From now on I won't be lazy anymore." He smiled very sweetly.

The door opened, looking like a man wearing Jas with a luxurious style was coming closer to Zahira. His hand grabbed Zahira's shoulder and hugged her.

"Radrite." Zahira said with a sweet smile and happy sparkling eyes.

"We're home, baby." His words were very friendly, his red lips approached Zahira's forehead and cheeks.

'Repeatedly, just watching the romance of the one I love. Do I have to be like this until I die.'

Anggara smiled wryly, pretending not to witness anything. "I go home first, tomorrow don't forget we're going to the location." Anggara passed by patting Radit on the shoulder, leaving them both.

"Where's honey?" Radit looked at Zahira in surprise.

"I'm getting a new project, and it'll start tomorrow. I'm gonna learn to manage all this, so you don't have any hassles. Like my mom and dad, they help each other." Zahira was very happy.

"Wouldn't it be exhausting?" Radit looked at his wife full of probes.

"I'm just learning, not to work fully. If I have to ask people to work at least I know how the job works." Zahira spoke seriously.

"All right, let's go home?" Radit asked Zahira to hold his hand, of course Zahira would gladly do it. Half a day did not meet make a sense of longing to come storming.