Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

220. No one will be able to help you

"I want to be with Radit." Merry took off his father's hand.

"Merry Sandra's! Stay with Papa Nak." pinta Anwar almost desperate, and regrettably Radit did not even give up on approaching Merry, the young man was not at all afraid of Anwar's suspicions which were clearly shown by him. Merry won't listen, taking Radit with pride.

Of course he still remembers, when after trapping Radit at that time, Anggara's invitation at this hotel made him feel disappointed, watching how much Radit pampered Zahira, not at all concerned with Merry even though in the previous afternoon they had sex, of course it happened on Merry's will alone. And this is a second chance for Merry Sandra, who thinks he'll never let go of Radit no matter what, won't repeat the same mistake.

The show had begun, the look of admiration mixed with pity when the owner of the largest hotel brought a welcome, even though it was just a welcome and thank you, making everyone applaud all but Merry. Staring proudly at the young woman who is polite and simple even though everyone knows if her life even exceeds the word 'luxury'.

On the other hand Anwar looked restless, his phone was endlessly ringing, his screen was on asking to be touched immediately, making his old face even more wrinkled.

"You stay here, don't go anywhere before Papa comes back!" anwar's message to his beloved daughter.

Merry nodded with his hand still unwilling to escape from Raditya. Enjoying time together without caring his father is worried.

Anwar walked away from the place, looking for a safe place to talk, it seemed like the toilet was the old man's choice. And sure enough after in front of the toilet Anwar lifted his phone.

"Hello!"

"We were attacked!" a short speech from across there is enough to make Anwar's eyes wide.

"Then how?" Anwar looked worried, one hand Anwar rubbed his face rough.

"They searched all the house." continued the man across the street, only his voice was coughing and quietly.

"Why didn't you stop him?" annoyed Anwar snapped.

"Everyone has lost, I was hiding outside the compound, running away while the others were fighting."

"Stupid!" yelled Anwar, then turned to the right and to the left. Make sure no one hears the swearing.

"Sorry sir, I'm just trying to tell you, it's free against everything's been lost." call was interrupted.

Anwar looked furious, he massaged his head trying to think fast. A moment later the old man looked back at his cell phone screen looking for someone's number.

"Hello!"

Prangs.......

Anwar's phone was thrown far away, it can be ascertained broke and died hit the wall of the toilet and fell to the floor due to Jia's kick.

Anwar looked surprised, angry and really upset. "You!"

"Yes! Do we need to get acquainted?" Jia looked at Anwar's old face with a sinister smile, certainly the corner of the eye that glanced at it like a sword eye that wanted to kill.

"Anj-ing Anggara!" Anwar insulted her with a face full of anger.

"Who is*nj-ing? What about you? I think you're worse than an *nj-ing! Licker, trickster, and Fool." Jia replied with a horrible face.

"You should take advantage of all this, be a leader and live an honorable life. Stop being the pet slave of that weak woman." Anwar tried to relax, covering up his nervousness.

"Hem." Jia smiled cynically. "That's the difference between *nj-ing and man, you choose to be a sycophant and a cheat, whereas I choose to be honest and have self-respect."

"Price of self you say? Haha." Anwar laughed out loud. "Whoever appreciates you, I've never heard of it." Anwar laughed again.

"I don't have time to serve pet dogs like you." humiliate Anwar again, angering Jia.

While inside the large hall, Merry several times turned to look for Anwar but did not return. His anxiety did not escape the observation of a woman who had been holding back her anger ever since.

Long time no return, a moment later he moved to follow Anwar.

"Where are you going?" radit asked in surprise, because usually Merry would whine spoiled asking to be accompanied.

"To the toilet for a moment" he said, grabbing the bag.

Radit looked suspiciously. "Do you want to be with me?" Radit offered himself.

"No, I can do it myself." she said in a hurry.

Merry walks towards the men's toilet, but hesitates a little because it's quiet there. Thinking if Anwar didn't go to the toilet, or maybe was outside the hotel receiving an important phone call. Merry turned around to leave the place.

"Where are you going?"

The subtle voice greeted. Her legs look beautiful with high right clear color. The dress is long and elegant, the more it looks graceful and can be said to be near perfect. Of course he knew who was greeting him, Merry chose to leave immediately.

"Wait!" Zahira confronted him, soft and calm, but frightening. That was the impression of a Zahira.

A little nervous Merry chose to dodge, looking for a place to hide. He did not want to face Zahira who yesterday had beaten and tore his clothes. Merry turned towards the woman's toilet, it seemed like she was about to ask for help, seen from her hand holding the small dark blue bag firmly.

Zahira moves faster following Merry into the women's toilet, the busy Reza Mahendra brings benefits to him.

"You can't come in!" Shouted Merry terrified, pushing the toilet door blocking Zahira, but out of nowhere he got power, even one hand was able to resist and force to get into it.

"This place is mine, you have no right to forbid me." said Zahira softly, but her gaze pierced sharply.

Merry wants to run away, he doesn't want a room with Zahira, tries to run but Zahira pulls Merry's dress and turns her back to the exit.

"I want to go out, I don't want to be with a crazy woman like you!" he shouted again trying to break through Zahira.

"Look, we're not done yet." Zahira pushes back Merry's body.

"Crazy basic! What do you want?" with breath up and down.

"I want to kill you, like you killed my husband!" zahira's words frightened Merry even more.

"No." Merry retreated this time, her face pale and hugging the bag on the chest. His hands shook open the bag and wanted to contact someone.

"Nobody can help you, Merry Sandra! You're alone now." Zahira got closer and grabbed her bag.

"Father!" he shouted loudly.

While outside Anwar was dodging Jia's attack. The 28-year-old woman looked violently attacked Anwar, the old man's face was battered, only his body was nothing so he could still fight with a staggering body.

"Slowly Old Man, just enjoy every blow from me. And I'm sure it feels really good." said Jia back to attack, kick and this time managed to lock Anwar's hand and twist it.