Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

226. You're the killer

"For what?" ricky asked, feeling it was pointless.

"Just want to." replied Zahira briefly, then disconnected her phone call just like that.

"Rho-." Zahira undoes his intention to call Radit, but taking Radit is a good idea, but it is not good to remember Radit is close to Merry and can create another commotion later.

"Jia!" Zahira turned towards the room not far from her room.

Jia and Bibi were given a special room in Anggara's house, while the others lived in the back house with many rooms occupied by house assistants, bodyguards, drivers and gardeners. Although slightly separated, but Anggara never forbid the two children to play in the back of the house, even there both have complete facilities and complete food supplies. Anggara always make sure all his men get a good and decent life, including their families. That's why Anggara always gets top priority in their hearts. Attention and mutual care, providing security and comfort for everyone, getting reciprocity that sometimes goes beyond just working. They can even endanger themselves for Anggara and his family until now.

"Jia!" repeated Zahira calling the bodyguard as well as a friend to him.

Door opens. "Yes Madam." replied Jia who seemed to have just woken up. Of course he was tired and sleepy, almost at dawn they could just sleep well.

"I'm sorry I bother you." Zahira felt bad.

"No problem Madam, I don't like bad luck, my muscles can be limp and sore all over the body" he replied never wake up during the day. "What's wrong?" ask Jia again.

"I'll be at Anwar's funeral at about nine. If you're tired, just rest let me be with Hiko or Reza."

"No! Madam has to be with me. There's still a lot of time it's just Six." Jia looked at the wall clock in her room.

"All right." Zahira left Jia's room, still clutching a cell phone, thinking if taking Reza Mahendra would be better.

Nine o'clock later, Zahira was ready to leave for the funeral. Without knowing anything else he left just the two of them, and Reza was already waiting outside Anggara's courtyard.

"Just use my car." Reza seemed happy to see the beautiful woman back in touch after last night coming home with Radit.

"You're with me."

"All right." Reza asked his driver to follow them.

"Is it that important to see Anwar buried?" Reza speaks after being in the car with Zahira, Jia drives this time.

"Okay, it's just that my heart is eager to come there" replied Zahira also thinking about what's in it to watch Merry cry.

'Yeah, Merry was crying lost, like me! Crying Mas Anggara until this morning I still shed tears because of loss. I want to see it!'

"The parking is solid, we have to walk in there." Jia stopped at the end of the parking lot, a lot of cars including police cars there.

"It's okay, looks like we're late." Zahira saw that some people had already come out of the cemetery area.

While Jia just put on a cold face, did not speak at all. Just follow Zahira down and standby look around with her sharp eyes.

"Be careful." Reza held Zahira's wrist as she climbed a few steps to the cemetery.

"I can." Zahira smiled at the current worries of coworkers and friends.

"You're pregnant, I'm worried" she said, still holding Zahira's hand.

"Pregnant is not that weak. You're too worried like my husband." Zahira laughed again.

"Of course, I'm even ready to be your husband" replied Reza getting a gap to express her feelings.

Zahira. But her gaze did not make Reza Mahendra nervous, instead she smiled sweetly.

Sure enough Anwar's funeral was over, only a few of his subordinates were still visible, and the Police continued to stand guard. Merry certainly still hugged the tombstone Anwar cried and wailed there.

"Good day sir, we're late." Zahira answered calmly.

"We need the Madam's description later in the afternoon. Does Madam have time." The policeman looked at Zahira.

"Yes." Yeah." Zahira nodded.

"Is there an official letter?" Reza spoke up.

"There is no Mr. Reza Mahendra, our official letter addressed to Brothers Ricky and Ricko as whistleblowers and witnesses" said one police officer.

"It doesn't have to be present, does it?" Reza kept asking.

"No need, just asking for information, because it has something to do with the passing of Mr. Anggara a few months ago" explained the policeman with a smile.

"I'll come sir, if today I can't then tomorrow I'll come." Zahira.

"Oh, thank you." The police are happy.

Zahira continues her approach to Merry Sandra. The shadow of sadness when losing Anggara returned to pass, but soon he brushed off the grief, this is not the time to cry again, but the time to see the reply of the crying that became a song every night Zahira missed Anggara.

"Father!" call him in between the sobs, his face puffy with breath that seems to stop and connect again.

"Why Papa left, I don't want to be alone Papa." Merry groaned softly with tears continuing to flow.

Those reddened eyes were reflecting his broken heart, tightness and weak loss.

"What's it like in your father's dead house?"

No one expected Jia to sit back behind Merry with a question that was certainly hurtful.

"You!" Merry looked at him with his face. His eyes filled with anger stared intently at Jia then Zahira.

Zahira gave no response, only saw and witnessed what he felt a few months ago, even more poignant than that.

"It must have been you, you who finished Papa off!" angry but helpless, his feet hurt just to stand up.

"I didn't do anything Merry Sandra" Zahira replied calmly.

"lik! It must have been your men who killed my father, you who told them to! You ransacked my house and killed my father!" he shouted very angry.

"I didn't kill, you're the real killer. Your father died too as a result of your behavior, you threw too much trouble that your father had a heart attack and died. So you're the one who made him go." replied Zahira replying to Merry.

"lik! You're the one who took out my father!" her crying mixed with anger.

"I'm not lying, I even lost my husband because you killed him." Zahira tried to stay calm.

"No! You're the killer, you took out my father.

"Hem, not self-conscious. You're the one who shot me the one you yelled at the killer!" furious Zahira.

"Crazy basic! You're a killer, you're a crazy woman!" his cry raged, but was unable to get close.

"You're the one who's crazy, your sanity diminished after killing my husband, and now you're the cause of your own father's death." Zahira smiled cynically.