Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

221. Replies to Merry

"Arrrkhhh!" the cry from the voice of the old man was indeed pitying, but it did not dampen the cynical smile on Jia's cold face.

"I feel so sorry for you Mr. An-" Jia stopped his words, then laughed out loud this time. He was feeling happy to see the face of the person who insulted him grimacing like that.

A little screams from inside the women's toilet, Anwar memorized who was in there.

"Take my daughter off!" Anwar rebelled, his agonized face mixed with worry.

"I think Mrs Zahira was too kind to finish off your daughter, maybe just cut off her hand? Or tear his lips? Or...?" or....?"

"No! Release her!" Anwar was increasingly rebellious, but if the one who had been too furious for a long time would not forgive him.

Jia pushed Anwar forcefully, got a fair amount of resistance from Anwar, further making Jia emotional and strengthening her muscles.

"Rapaa!" the scream was still heard, making Anwar even more sad to be unable to do anything.

Inside, Zahira was looking across the chest at Merry, doing nothing but making women scream like crazy.

"Roman!" his call then made Zahira's red lips attracted.

"You're asking her for help? You forget you ever tricked him?" Zahira gave a small laugh, inexhaustible with the woman before him.

"He's coming!" snapped Merry.

"My husband will come too." Zahira leaned back.

"No, no!" Merry was getting tense, his breathing up and down and standing upright, either because he was too afraid to make him not be able to just stay in the toilet.

"I'll finish you off too!" Merry advanced to attack Zahira, both hands pushing Zahira's shoulders and wanting to strangle.

"You've done enough to kill my husband, and don't dream of killing me too!" Zahira also pushed with anger, her teeth docked with eyes filled with anger.

"You must also die in my hands, you must die today." annoyed Merry tried her hardest to grab Zahira's neck, but couldn't easily because the beautiful woman was also fighting back, pushing and gripping Merry's chest was very strong.

Merry did not stay still, kicking several times almost to Zahira's stomach, but managed to dodge and about the upper p*ha, Zahira was in pain and retreated to lean on the wall.

Didn't waste Merry's chance to grab Zahira's neck and strangle her. "You too will die in my hands, following your husband to hell." growled Merry out of control.

Zahira could still focus even though her neck was suffocating violently, being able to see if the woman before her had a terrible attitude that appeared all of a sudden.

A moment later Zahira managed to grab Merry's right hand and lock it in the back, also did not waste the opportunity to kick Merry's smooth leg with his high right, too, so that makes the woman fall with her hands remain in the lock Zahira.

Kraakk!

"Aaaaakhhh!" a shrill scream filled the lavish toilet, sounding all the way out.

"That's a reply to the man who shot my husband!"

"Aackhhh, Papa!" her crying sounded heartbreaking.

Zahira again stepped on Merry's hand and smooth calf with the right to stick in the middle.

"Father!" his voice screamed again.

"That's a reply to the man who was the cause of my best friend Raya's murder!" zahira said it was getting more horrible and shed tears.

"And this, a gift to the woman who has made my sons lose their father!" Zahira stepped on Merry's broken hand, now bleeding.

"Aakhhh.., Papa!" it was like she was about to lose her life.

"Zahira!" the sound of the door on the door from the outside, it seems like Reza realized that Zahira was not with him and looked for him.

"Please!" merry said with a cry of pain.

While in the male toilet, some people who wanted to enter seemed to have difficulty trying to open the door. Inside, Anwar was crying withstanding the pain in his chest, he could not hear his daughter's scream that I heard but it was obvious that he was in pain.

"Merry! Sorry Papa!" Anwar kept holding onto his chest.

Until shortly afterwards the door was successfully opened by a hotel security officer. Anwar's battered face was grimacing, with his hands holding his chest. They were all excited and immediately took Anwar to the hospital.

"Zahira!" Reza kept calling until moments later it opened.

Silence, Merry did not dare to cry loudly. Reza looked at Zahira's face which looked straight but there was still anger there. His body was limp and his lips were tightly closed, can be sure if he after a rampage, a clear circle fell on his cheek.

"Zahira!" Reza immediately grabbed the body that looked exhausted, hugging it was very worried.

Merry curled up by hugging his hand, face puffy and frightened. His leg was also bruised and bleeding as a result of being stepped on by Zahira.

"Take him to the hospital!" reza's orders to some hotel attendants, the man's right hand was still holding Zahira's limp body on his shoulder.

"We're in your room." Reza put her shoulder in the elevator.

His sobs still did not stop, even more tight was heard.

"You hurt?" reza asked slowly to look at Zahira who was still leaning on her shoulder.

Zahira shook her head, until shortly after arriving in Anggara's room, the room that now belongs to her.

The photo of the handsome man was displayed on the top wall, a thin smile full of dignity. A flash of shadow as she smiled and kissed affectionately, hugging and indulging.

"I love you dear Zahira, my wife."

His voice was still ringing in the ears, even his warm kiss was still felt, sticking clearly on the forehead and left cheek where his favorite dimple was.

"Yahoo!" his screams with broken cries could not be prevented, roaring as happy as the remaining energy. Falling on the floor opposite the Anggara photo. It sounded heart-wrenching, no matter everything, right now all he needed was to vent all his emotions by crying loudly.

Letting her be, that was all Reza could do.

Outside the hotel Anggara Jia is still busy fighting with the driver and bodyguard Anwar, the skinny woman rampage can not be prevented. Striking blindly doesn't even allow others to help, grudges and long-buried anger are now like finding an outlet. Up to six of Daniel's men, who were carried by Anwar, fell unconscious with an average of bruises and cuts on his face.

"You're satisfied?" Ricky approached the woman who was still clenching her hands, her breath still hunting as if there was a lack of people to attack.

"Even I'd like to hit you!" the trouble went inside.

Ricky shook his head and followed the woman inside, looking Radit in the corner of the room looking for someone.

"You seen Zahira?" Radit asked with a worried look.