Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

227. You liked her?

Just look at it later, I'll completely finish you off!" his cry grew louder, inviting the attention of all those who had not yet gone home.

"Before you do, you're already in jail. Remember I'm not stupid, all your words are stored in my phone. Just wait for the time of Merry Sandra, now enjoy all the suffering that God has given you, then after the gift from me." Zahira smiled as she turned around from where she stood. Leaving Merry very surprised, can be sure after this he will be very scared.

"Zahira!" he called but was not heard by Zahira.

"Supply as much free air as possible, before you enter into a cold cell. I can make sure you never come out again." Jia whispered further to make Merry growled.

"No!" he said slowly, really scared this time. Living alone without Anwar, then having to face the law. Thought of running but going where, to stand he couldn't.

"Father!" Merry continued her crying. Between the confusion and the sense of loss he just had, he was trying to find a way out but it was becoming clear there was nothing.

"I can go crazy, I can't without you Papa!" back crying roared until only he and a driver were left.

"We'd better go home, miss!" The driver was also tired of standing waiting for Merry who was reluctant to move from his father's grave.

"I don't want to." she cried.

"You have to rest, the weather is very hot" said the driver again.

"Go! I don't want to go home, I want to stay with Papa." he refused to make the driver massage his head.

"Rest and after that you can think of a way out of this problem." refer the driver again.

Merry stopped crying for a moment thinking that what the driver said was true.

"Let's Miss!" The driver helped Merry get into a wheelchair.

He had no choice but to obey, because no one cared about him more than just a poor driver who had only worked with him for a month.

Elsewhere, Zahira had just come out of the examination room to testify and submit recording evidence during an argument with Merry in the Anggara Hotel toilet. Zahira sat in the waiting room, limp and remembered the day Anggara died, then had to report afterwards. But then it was in vain because there was no evidence that led to Merry Sandra. Only Zahira saw and it was not strong enough. Still vividly remembered the moment Merry walked out of the examination room with a victorious smile, her heart sliced. When he had to bear the burden of grief, Merry laughed instead. But not this time, Zahira hopes things will change.

"God never sleeps, He sees what is right and wrong." He wipes away tears.

"You okay?" Reza Reza who also just came out directly approached Zahira, sitting low aligning himself with the woman who is now limp in the chair while crying.

"Yes, I'm fine." she replied softly. His fingers wet after evaporating the tears. Reza grabbed and held it.

"All will end, slowly but surely God will repay all human deeds. We just need to be patient." said Reza softly.

"I thought that after seeing the woman suffer, my wounds would heal. But it turned out to feel like it had just happened again, and the pain was repeated again." said Zahira with a bit of a whim.

"After being patient you must also be sincere, and that's the hardest, I'm sure you can." Reza still didn't take his finger off.

"I can't." she cried again. "I can't imagine how I would give birth to my son without Mas Anggara. Only he always strengthens me."

Zahira shook her head, only tears fell so much.

"I will accompany you, always until you give birth to this child" Reza said very confidently.

"You won't understand." said Zahira wiping her tears again.

"I understand." Reza looked at Zahira's face hoping that their eyes would meet. "I really want to be the father of your children."

His face lifted, trying to stare at the man who always seduced him.

"i'm serious. I'm not kidding or just teasing Zahira. I really want to be a part of your life, even though I know you still love my best friend, Anggara."

"You don't mess with your words, it's good that you stay away and marry your lover. I'm lazy to joke." Zahira was a little upset.

"I'm not kidding, I'm really serious. I liked you the day you married Anggara, when I wanted to take you away from that house. But what power I do not even know your name other than after the ijab qobul Anggara said. For God's sake I'm not playing around." Reza's convinced Zahira.

"I just love Mas Anggara." replied Zahira.

"I know, because your great love makes me believe you're a very good woman. I'm willing to be a friend for the rest of your life, I just need you to accept even if your love isn't completely."

Zahira pulls her hand from Reza's grasp, realizing that Reza's words are too fast and too distracting for now.

"I'm sorry, I can't help my feelings anymore. I really want to be the one to make you comfortable." Reza took a breath and exhaled.

"Mrs, we better go home." Jia had just returned from the toilet and took her employer away.

"Yes." moved on from his seat followed by Reza Mahendra.

Inside the black car, there was no sound after a brief conversation between Reza and Zahira at the police station a few minutes ago. Until passing a shopping mall their car slowed down.

"Madam, I'll buy fruit for you, it's like the supply at home has been reduced." Jia parked their car, deliberately going down first because usually Zahira will follow.

Sure enough Zahira opened the door, but Reza was no less agile, opened the door and treated it very special.

"You want to buy something?" tanya Reza got a gap to return to chatting.

Zahira nodded, slightly seeing that handsome face was smiling at him. Again the smile and short hair on the man's face made him miss Anggara.

"Why don't you clean your face? You no longer need to be a ghost." said Zahira throw his gaze, towards the place of many fruits.

Reza held her face, then smiled happily. "You like it?" Reza put his face close to Zahira's ears, who looked busy sorting the fruit.