Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

23. School husband wife working

"Darling, tomorrow I will start going to school because I was all taking care of my move which has been sent ummi Nurul via E-mail." Radit took off his suit to help Zahira.

"While you're studying, I'll be working on my first project. I hope you'll let me." Zahira began to unbutton her husband's shirt.

"Yes, you can work but don't get too close to the guy I'll be jealous." He replied, Radit enjoyed it so much when Zahira took off her clothes. Having a wife makes him feel so cared for and pampered.

"Yes, he's not gonna fuck around." Zahira smiled broadly.

"He's a man, there must be a sense of admiration for a beautiful woman like you." Radit looked at Zahira's face up close.

"I am your wife." Zahira.

"Now, a man's wife is more attractive than a teenage girl." Radit blinked his narrowed eyes slowly, the depth of his eyes getting sharper when he was talking seriously.

"really?" The innocent Zahira looked so astonished, puffing out her hand that was about to take off her hijab.

"Yes. I've even heard from a friend of mine that he admires his neighbor's wife." Obviously Radit, smiled cynically and shook his head.

"That's crazy." Zahira shuddered in horror at Radit's explanation.

"That's why I want to marry you so quickly, I'm afraid to go crazy for always fantasizing about you." Radit hugged the little girl who always missed him.

"That means no longer fantasizing." Zahira laughs.

"No, but it's getting crazy wanting to always do it to you." Radit started an activity that both liked very much. Sucking honey from flowers that are beautiful, enjoying the smell of petals that are still smooth and bright, it looks so tempting to always describe the pollen.

The sun began to sink, even after eating and praying the two people who were in love were again living in the white and pink room of his room, which was, the spacious and comfortable room so makes both reluctant to switch from there even if only for a moment. Long nights still feel short to second, hours of time do not make him satisfied, a very young age makes both of them do not feel tired or sleepy.

"Radrite." Zahira whines at the cold dawn.

"Dear, what's wrong?" Radit's reply sounded very romantic, his narrowed eyes still reluctantly opened.

The lentic-fingered hand stroked Radit's cheek, which appeared to have fine hairs on its lips. Radit caught the wild little hand, and locked away all his movements. "Will you again?" Radit spoke on that beautiful face with breath blowing so warm.

"I have to get up and get your clothes ready." Zahira wanted to open the blanket.

"One more time." His words did not give him a chance to answer he had already silenced his mouth. Repeating and repeating again until it is finished with a winning grin on his face.

The man rushed to shower first leaving Zahira who was still silent with the scented remains of Radit's breath still smelling on his face. Radit also prepares to change clothes and breakfast without Zahira, the girl is back asleep in the blanket.

"Darling, I'll go first." Radit kissed the girl's forehead, making her wake up and squirm. Her eyes opened with immediate attention to her husband being so handsome in his school uniform that he covered with an expensive jacket that perfectly fit his wide body.

"Radit, don't get close to your school girlfriends." Zahira grabbed Radit's hand as if reluctant to leave.

"Yes, I promise. And will be home soon to pick you up." Radit stroked Zahira's head and left her.

Zahira closed his eyes, remembering that hot activities always last long, back sweet and delicious taste that disturbs his mind, a Radit is difficult to forget. Zahira got up and took a bath, doused his hot head with cold water to remove the feelings that were milling around in his head not going away.

"You're ten minutes late." Anggara stared at his watch while talking to Zahira who had just arrived.

"Sorry." Zahira came closer with her guilty face.

"Sorry not in business." Anggara opened the door of his car and hinted Zahira immediately entered.

Zahira complied and sat down beside Anggara. "What's the place far away?" Zahira asked, with a glance Anggara driver was focusing on driving.

"Lumayan." The adult's answer was brief.

There was no chat between them in the travel time was an hour, the quiet atmosphere made Zahira sleepy. Her beautiful eyes were already tightly closed with her hands piled on her stomach. Long after arriving at the Budget location try to wake him up.

"Wake up." Anggara raised his voice a little but there was no answer. "Wake up princess Zahira." His voice is getting higher. Still no answer and he took a bottle of drink to push Zahira's face.

"What are you doing?" Zahira woke up with an annoyed look.

"You want to work or you want to sleep, if you want to sleep at home, or in a hotel!" Anggara became upset because of it.

"Basic bawdy!" Zahira grumbling.

"What gum?" Anggara did not open the door because he heard Zahira's words.

"You said you slept in a hotel?" Zahira scolded him.

"You pervert, I haven't even been married, so I don't know what kind of perverted thoughts are on your head!" Anggara pointed at Zahira's head. With a look of regret he went down first leaving Zahira in the car.

"Please miss?" Anggara's driver opened the car door and asked Zahira to come out.

"Thank you, you're so good that you're different from your old virgin boss." Zahira.

"What did you say?" Anggara suddenly approached and it turned out that he heard Zahira's words. "You've only been married for a week, not tomorrow you're a widow. That's more pathetic!" Anggara is very upset.

"You swear to me, what if that happens?" Zahira was afraid.

"Just be it." Aggara passed, without a care.

While at Radit's school, the handsome man takes center stage. His handsome face with eagle eyes that were so challenging made the young girls whispering admiring him. Coupled with the style and style that is expensive increasingly make the women want to pursue it. Although not in the lyrics they are competing to attract the attention of a Radit.

One of them is a beautiful rich businessman's son who is so popular and classy, his round eyes are so focused on staring at Radit who is already sitting on the bench not far from him.

"You just moved from Malaysia?" He dared to say hello.

"Yes." Yeah." Reply Radit. The girl was so happy to get that short answer.

"Merry." The girl reached out with her sweetest style and an expanding smile.