Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

230. Better choose one

"We'd better get down, you're cold." Radit embraces Zahira's shoulders, turning his head around a dim, beautiful sight but making the heart uneasy.

Zahira, according to him, went down a fairly long staircase, always holding his shoulder until entering the Sixth floor. Filled only with photographs and antiques, the 50s, to the 80s, it looks like it's just a collection.

The fifth floor also looked clean, a lot of stuff there, it seemed like the belongings of a woman, probably belonged to her mother Anggara.

The fourth floor, many children's toys in the 80s, also collectibles like paintings, and there were several rooms there, looking neat and clean as well.

The third floor, modern sports equipment seems to be often used, it is certain Anggara often sports and relax there, even thin foam still stretched in the middle of the room.

"Why not use the elevator alone." Radit faithfully accompanied Zahira.

"Just want to see everything in this house" replied Zahira still walking slowly.

"But you'll be exhausted, I can't imagine you going up from the first floor to the top. You're pregnant with Zahira!" Radit grabbed Zahira's shoulder.

"I want to be here for a minute, you come down first." Zahira stood staring at her husband's sports equipment, as if still creaking the sound of sturdy hand movements Anggara was training her chest muscles.

"You'd better take a break." Radit felt heavy leaving Zahira alone there.

"I'll rest here for a while." Still don't want to get out of position.

"Alright." it didn't feel like I could leave Zahira, but because of the desire of the beautiful woman Radit chose to go out but didn't leave. Sitting on the steps waited for Zahira and watched from there.

A few minutes, it still did not appear Zahira came out even after the call. Radit was a little worried, got up from his seat and climbed some stairs, making sure Zahira was okay.

Praying, he was praying on a thin foam that lay in the middle of the room. It was so soothing to look at his face while he was facing God. Beautiful, soft, her face increasingly makes Raditya's heart ravaged. Recall the time before after the prayer Radit will hold his small body and bring it to the top of the spacious bed. Enjoying her clear eyes, sip the sweetness of love full of warmth.

He was done, but that sideways face still looked down at the prayer mat, long and it seemed like he was crying.

"Za-" Radit dropped his call.

He was actually crying, occasionally his rough breathing could be heard. Her clear eyes looked at a part of the room looking for something she could not find but made her cry even tighter.

"Mas!" his voice filled the silent room, it seemed like he was often there just to vent the unenviable sadness when with the children.

"I'm sorry Zahira." - Radit, with a sad face and a wounded heart.

...***...

On a clear morning, everything is back to normal today after the attacks on Anwar and Daniel's house. Although it had shaken the media but in the end it was finished with the revelation of Daniel's forbidden business which was also continued by Anwar.

"Eventually everything is fine." Ricky was relieved. He is preparing for his new project with Reza Mahendra and Raditya, the cooperation of the three companies will make many hotels simultaneously in several areas outside the city.

"Of!" Zahira walks into Ricky's room.

"Why are you working, let us handle everything." Ricky asks Zahira to sit on the big sofa.

"I'm bored at home" he answered, sitting there.

"They're coming soon, you should just accept the results." Ricky is still nagging, not wanting to happen to Zahira after a tiring few days.

Zahira grabbed the water.

"You look weak." Ricky glanced at Zahira's face at a glance. "Make warm tea for Zahira's mother." Ricky spoke on the phone.

Before long the door opened, Radit came first. The man looked fresh and fragrant, of course he was always handsome with white skin and narrowed eyes, a sharp nose and red lips. He looked at Zahira.

"You should just rest." that slightly pale face invited Radit to approach him.

"I'm fine." he answered no longer staring at hate.

A moment later the door opened again, this time the two people who entered, Reza and Lili brought warm tea for Zahira.

"Hi Darling." Reza greeted as well as teased the big Boss.

Zahira just smiled.

"Usually you drink milk, Reza immediately commented seeing Lili putting tea in front of Zahira.

"He needs his warm tea, to be excited." Ricky replied. The Five-headed man was busy preparing the files on the table.

"You sick?" Reza really doesn't care who's in there.

"I'm fine." Zahira grabbed the tea and drank it. He didn't want Reza to pay too much attention to himself while the others were already busy with the files on the table.

"I'm sure you're sick." Reza sat down near Zahira.

"No!" Zahira was a little upset.

"You're sick!" Reza still insisted.

"What's my pain?" Zahira nodded confusedly.

"You're in malarindu." Reza chuckled, seeing that pretty face bend slightly.

"It's not sick." Zahira answered while opening her file.

"Of course it hurts, misses people we can't have it hurts so much. Unless you miss me, you won't get sick." Reza whispered a little at the end.

"Could stop seducing her! We're at work." Ricky is a little upset to see Reza's behavior can't be serious.

"Zahira let's go home!" Radit grabs Zahira's hand, but soon at Reza's.

"For a long time you've been disrespectful." Reza got rid of Radit's hand.

"Do you have any intention of working or not? Otherwise I'll take her home." Radit became upset.

"He'll just come home with me!" Reza is definitely not going to let Radit win.

"Hem, I'm his brother. You're who?" Radit challenged Reza's gaze.

"I'll propose to her later." she replied, unable to find an excuse.

"You!" Radit clenched his hands.

"You two get out!" Ricky pointed at the door.

"But?" they protested simultaneously.

"No buts, please fight outside!" Ricky was really furious, his head felt dizzy with the behavior of the two young men, Ricky's face was very serious.

Reza snorted in annoyance, opting out in the end followed by Radit also heading for the door.

"Sorry!" Zahira massaged his head, instead his presence made the two men not concentrate.

"Would you choose one, they wouldn't give up until death." annoyed Ricky sat down to grab some water and gulped it down.

Gaping in disbelief, Zahira stared confusedly.

"They're crazy about you!" Ricky makes his remarks clear, having the superior of a beautiful widow makes him high blood.