Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

231. Open your heart

"I don't want to get married again." - Zahira looked at Ricky for a moment, then looked down.

"You're definitely getting married again, you're only 25 years old Zahira." Ricky is tired.

"But in my heart there is only Mas Anggara. She gave me happiness, Two boys and now I'm pregnant again. She really wanted a daughter, I hope as she wants." covered in the table, that little hand held her belly that was already starting to fill.

"They'll accept you for who you are." Ricky expressed his support.

"Om, I don't want to get married again!" pissed Zahira.

"If you don't choose one then they'll keep bothering you! That's just two Zahira guys! Not yet who's out there already dares to wonder about you, they're waiting for a crack." Ricky raised his voice a little.

"I don't care!" annoy Zahira again.

"You don't care! I could die standing up to face your love-chasing men every day." Ricky pointed to the file that had just been opened and then neglected because of the attention of each other Zahira.

"Then I go home, I won't go to work."

"You don't think they know your house." Ricky shook his head while massaging his forehead.

"Don't make me go wrong." Zahira leaned back tired, annoyed at having to listen to the babble of her husband's assistant. "I'm going to ask the big bodyguards to keep me from being approached by anyone."

"Reza Mahendra and Raditya don't work with bodyguards. Even with his disrespect he seduced you in front of everyone. Soon she'll call you dear at the big annual meeting. Indirectly announcing that you're his future wife."

"He wouldn't do that!" Zahira patted the file on the table.

"What if he does? Even your refusal he won't care."

"Well, I'll call them in. It has to be done and I'm waiting for the results in my room." Zahira moved from her seat, heading out to meet the two men who had just been kicked out of her assistant.

Zahira saw the two men fighting with their eyes. "Come in, everything has to be done. Otherwise our team won't be able to work." Zahira spoke to the two, they seemed to throw away each other's faces.

Radit walked first, unwilling to start any more debates.

"Where are you going?" Reza saw Zahira's steps going in opposite directions.

"My room, so you can focus more on working." replied Zahira subtly.

"I-i"

"Solve those files." Zahira cut him off Reza's speech. Then leave it in his room.

Anggara's large room, the company leader's photo is still displayed in place, and Zahira's photo on the desk. Everything made Zahira breathe heavily, her husband was perfect on all sides, but so quickly she left.

"Where could I possibly marry again."

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Three months later.

"The trial of Merry Sandra has been decided, will be sentenced to life imprisonment."

The court's decision had reached an end point, but the shocking thing again shocked the room. Merry shouting rampage made everyone run and some came closer to hold the young woman.

"I don't want to go back to prison. I want to be free!" so early in his words. But then even his speech more unfounded including about loving Radit, some people there say 'Crazy'.

"We'd better go home, let the police take care of it." Reza held onto Zahira's shoulder as usual.

Unlike Radit, more silence and focus on his work alone. Only occasionally did he come to Zahira's house, it was also because of sending Ayu who stayed at Zahira's house more often.

Not because not in love, but choosing to maintain a good relationship today is more important for Raditya. After a tumultuous relationship due to the presence of Merry Sandra, and now it has ended with a punishment that might make Zahira satisfied, but of course the wounds left behind are not as easy to heal and forget. Radit understands that Zahira needs space, and while it is difficult he will try to be sincere, letting fate carry the direction of their lives to the end.

"Is he crazy?" Zahira was still thinking about Merry, who several times the trial showed strange behavior, and a change of attitude.

"It may be, it may be too much sin." Reza looked at Zahira a little.

"I'm hungry." The last three months Reza has been chasing him until the awkwardness has gone away on its own.

"What do you want to eat?" Reza.

"We just ate at a roadside shop, it seemed good. I had a meal with Jia on the other end." Zahira pointed to the left corner in front of him.

"Well, we're going there." Reza's happy to obey what Zahira wants.

Their car stopped in front of a fairly crowded chicken noodle shop. As usual Reza went down first and opened the door for Zahira.

"Order what, dear?" Reza grabbed the food menu on the table.

"Chicken noodles only. Yesterday Jia ordered me with quite a lot of chili." Zahira laughed as she and her bodyguards ate very voraciously last month.

"Alright, this one's Two." Reza gave the menu to the shop owner.

"It's calming here." Zahira looked around not so densely populated.

"Do you like a place away from the crowds?" Reza was thinking of buying the place Zahira wanted.

"I have a Villa, given by Mas Anggara when I was born." Zahira smiled bitterly.

"We can go there if you want. Tomorrow's the weekend and we can spend two days there."

Zahira looked at the face of the man who had always reminded her of Anggara. Or he deliberately so that Zahira felt at home to look at him for a long time.

"Zahira, marry me. So that I'm free to take you anywhere and make you happy. There's no limit even though I know you're still pregnant with my best friend's child. I'll be patient, the most important thing is that I can take care of you all the time, there's no limit in giving you attention."

Zahira breathed a second time. It is not surprising because this is not the first, but it has been many times Reza revealed.

"Why hurry, I'm still pregnant and you know I have kids. I'm afraid you'll regret it later. You've got a chance to have a girl's wife, a lot of them are after you."

"But I just want you. Not them!" Reza looked at him seriously.

"I-i"

"Don't turn me down Zahira, try to open your heart and I'll wait until you're ready." Reza reassured Zahira again, grabbing and holding her small hand.

"Please." The shopkeeper serves a bowl of warm noodles. Stop the serious chatter of Reza and Zahira.

"Thank you." said Reza still looking at the beautiful face in front of him, he was very sure Zahira would be his.

"Can I have a spoon?" Zahira pointed at the spoon closer to Reza.

"Surely Dear."