Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

229. Apologise

"What does Miss want to eat?"

"I don't want to eat." answered Merry, continuing to tear.

"Miss, no one will take care of you now. If Miss still wants to survive, then have to eat. If Miss wants to recover, she still has to eat and take her medicine." The young driver was tired of persuading.

"Where's your hometown?" ask Merry later.

"At the corner." she answered briefly.

"Take me there, I don't want to be in prison for life." cried Merry pleading with the man who still faithfully took care of him.

"That doesn't solve Miss's problem, you'll be a fugitive for life, won't find tranquility forever" replied the man named Ando.

"I will hide forever, as long as I can't stand it. I've been there and it's been so painful for me, I don't want to go in there anymore." cried Merry, begging and begging.

"If you don't want to then why do you repeat it again. Miss must repent when she feels that the punishment is not good."

"You don't understand!" pissed Merry.

"I understand Miss, you killed a rich businessman. Of course his wife will not be silent, not to mention his children are big and know who you are. They will torture you more than this. So prisoners are a safe place for you." Ando moved from his seat.

"Ando! Please take me away from here, I'll give you whatever you want as long as you can help me just this once." Merry pulled Ando's hand and cried in the man's palm.

"I dare not Miss, my mother is old and sickly. He'll die soon if I become a fugitive with you." Ando explained.

"I'll treat him, guarantee his life with a lot of money, you don't have to work hard anymore. Only one is the condition, take me away." Merry kept begging.

Ando just looked at him a little pity, but could not grant Merry's wish.

"I don't want to be a sycophant who saves criminals and betrays the truth for money."

"Ando! Don't be hypocritical!" pissed Merry.

"If I were to be a sycophant, I would ask your enemies for jobs and money. I'm sure they'll give it."

"Then I will serve you to the satisfaction, whenever you want. Just so you can take me." Merry persuaded him in the last way.

"Sorry Miss, I have a lover who is no less beautiful than you. I'm a man who can make love if I want to." refused Ando left Merry alone.

"Ando! Ando...!" he cried again, roaring without eating or drinking.

Ando was still outside, not really leaving him even though he couldn't keep talking and was alone with him. Just a little pity and make sure Merry does not recklessly commit suicide.

...***...

On a clear afternoon, the wind blew over the six-story house, making Zahira's long dress and simple hijab rise as if flying. Closing his eyes in the middle of the orange-colored sunlight, the sound of violin sounds heart-wrenching faintly carried by the wind out of nowhere. A heart that can not be discussed if it is related to longing, this time enjoying it in a high place, where you know you can see it in the sky, or in his voice carried by the wind. Or a warm embrace that sniffs into the heart, it feels like the beautiful body is tired, want to find a place to lean.

"Mas, where are you?" he shed tears.

Zahira turned around slowly, shocked by Radit's presence above her house.

"You can catch a cold if you stay here." Radit approached him, the opa-opa-style hair was also hit by the wind, ransacking the front until it fell apart.

Zahira still did not speak, looking at the handsome face with either, once sad but not because of Radit, he was thinking about Anggara.

Radit opened his brown shirt, enveloping Zahira's body which had been enjoying the wind.

"Why did you get here?" asked Zahira quietly. Seeing Radit's gallant body just wrapped in a plain white shirt.

"I know everything about you, even your heart Zahira." Radit was still staring at him up close, holding a shirt on Zahira's shoulder due to the very strong wind.

"You don't know." Zahira.

"What don't I know? You miss your husband?" Radit was still staring at Zahira's face, looking for the clear ball, had not seen it up close for a long time.

Zahira grabbed Radit's shirt, so it wouldn't be held by the owner. "I miss so much, especially when it's like this, I really need him." Zahira held her stomach a little, certainly Radit could see that.

"I'll take care of you, make sure you and the kids are okay. Don't worry about anything." Radit calms Zahira.

Hard to explain, Zahira chose silence. Looking back at the blue sky, it was so bright.

"I won't bother you again from this moment on." Radit suddenly spoke seriously.

Zahira turned his head, he was astonished by Radit's expression. "meaning?"

"I just want to be your brother, as well as a good uncle to your children. I won't interfere with your personal affairs as long as you're happy."

Zahira was confused.

"If Reza Mahendra is your choice, then I will support you." Radit looked at the sky, back the bitterness was visible on his handsome face. "I see that you can laugh and be happy with him, it's much different to be with me. You're crying." Radit turned his head to Zahira who was also looking at Radit in surprise.

"What are you talking about?" Zahira threw away her sight.

"Zahira." Radit grabbed Zahira's shoulder and asked to face her. "I'm sorry for everything that's happened, I've hurt your heart, let you down, even almost made you lose your life." Raditya's squeaky eyes felt spicy and teary. "Also for the loss of your husband, I have made you suffer for the umpteenth time, I am the cause of the children to lose their father. I'm the one who's been making you hard, pregnant without your husband."

Zahira returned Raditya's look of regret and longing.

"If I could make up for everything with you, I would be very happy, but that seems impossible." Radit closed his eyes for a moment. "I love you so much Zahira, from when we were kids." a drop of clear water fell from the corner of Raditya's eyes. "Until now you're the one I love, even though I know that love can change in the end, just like you love your husband so much, and I mean nothing."

"Radit, I'm sorry too, I'm too selfish too. Living in indulgence with you makes me forget how much you mean to me in my life" Zahira said back in tears, the memory of that childhood still clear in her head.

"It wasn't Zahira's fault." Radit smiled in his sadness.

The beautiful face looked down, seemed to fold two hands in the chest due to the cold air leading up to the Maghrib, her body shivering.