Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

232. Decision-minded

Reza's car stopped in the courtyard of Anggara's mansion, but the two men did not go out. The discussion about the feelings of Reza Mahendra has not been completed, this time he will not let go of Zahira just like that before answering his feelings that he has repeatedly expressed.

"Zahira."

"I have to think again to answer your feelings. You know if it's not easy for me to make a decision, even more so to get married. I have to ask what my sons want, you are the same, what about your family. Everything would be so complicated if one of them refused."

"Don't I say many times I like children, even when Anggara is still around. Isn't that enough to make you sure?"

"That's you, what about your parents? They have their own opinions and their own judgments. Unlike us who are young, attach importance to desire, set aside opinions, put forward the ego and tend to rebel when our desires are not achieved. And that's not a good way to get happiness."

"I will meet you with Mama, as soon as she will return to Indonesia. I really want to marry you." Reza said seriously.

Zahira smiled slightly, although her own heart was unsure but dodging was useless. Believing that God will not bring the wrong person. After all, Reza is not a bad person, and most importantly also loves children.

"Yes." Yeah."

Of course the two letters made Reza's heart very relieved. The desire to have him was getting closer, his efforts for months finally showed results.

"The kids haven't come home yet." Reza looked at the watch that was coiled around his wrist.

"Not yet."

"Rest, it's over, isn't it?" slightly rubbed the head wrapped in the hijab.

"Yes, I'm relieved now." Zahira smiled widely considering Merry was detained.

"Yes, God is always with good people, like you." Reza still faithfully looked at Zahira's face, the more beautiful she became in her eyes.

"Thank you."

"For what?" asked Reza gently and affectionately.

"Good chicken noodles." Zahira smiled broadly.

"Noodles only. I even want to ask you something?" Reza really enjoyed the chat in that car.

"What?"

"What do you want to ask? I would love to give you something that works for you. But I don't know what, if that's money you've got more than me." still don't change position, enjoy the beautiful scenery and adorable.

"Hem." Zahira seemed to think. "Patience." she answered later.

Reza chuckled this time. "It was so hard, even every night I imagined being with you. I call you darling, and you answer kindly. Like you answered Anggara's call, it made me fantasize a long time ago."

"You eavesdropping often?" Zahira looked at the astonishment.

"Little bit. And it has made my life unsettled up to this point." he answered honestly, but also misbehaved.

"That's the result if you are too curious about people's lives. You'll be agitated by your own thoughts."

"How can I not be restless if the object is you." Reza drew his face closer. "So quickly give me reassurance, I want us to get married."

"I'll think about it."

Long staring at each other, their eyes clashing channeled a different longing. No hypocrite if Zahira also enjoys every togetherness they have, a slightly similar appearance with Anggara makes clear his eyes are accustomed.

"Sorry." Zahira looked down embarrassed, of course his consciousness was still full, not to caress Reza's face like Anggara. Although sometimes true what Reza Mahendra said, but his heart will hold back. Assuming a different figure, having a special place that is difficult to replace, will not be replaced by anyone.

Reza opened the door.

"No, I'll go in and rest. You better get back to the office, didn't your assistant call." Zahira fixed the bag on her shoulder.

"You're the most important."

"Work is also important, I don't want you to fall into poverty just because you're seducing me." said Zahira a little boldly.

Reza laughed widely, he thought it was very funny speech that came out of those red lips. "It turns out my future wife's eyes are duitan too." she resumed her laughter.

"Of course, I want to ask for a lot of things later." Zahira opened the door herself.

"Ask everything, I'll give you whatever you want." Zahira turned her head.

"You promised." replied Zahira stepping out.

Unsatisfied Reza opened the windshield. "Whatever." he said smiling gently.

I don't know, a sudden encounter with Zahira changed his life. The desire to get married and have a full family has always been his dream if he sees that face. Beautiful and so make happy, beat many beautiful girls who have come to entertain and provide pleasure without asking. Even just reading the inscription of Zahira's name gives a happy response.

"It's just fitting that Anggara gave it all up to him, he was so infatuated." he muttered staring at Zahira's back and disappeared into the mansion.

Meanwhile, Radit is still at the police station to confirm Merry's condition. Two months ago, Merry had a fickle habit of crying hysterically, sometimes laughing and fantasizing about happiness with Radit. Of course he was ashamed of himself, but he had no choice but to stay there.

"How Sir?" Radit immediately asked as a doctor and police walked out of the detention room.

"Sister Merry Sandra is depressed so it needs special treatment. For a while only given a sedative and must be taken regularly." explained the doctor.

"Whatever happens, he must remain in custody sir, lest he be free by reason of the Depression or anything else." Radit said firmly.

"We understand, however, that his history of crime is a consideration."

"All right, then thank you." Radit reached out to the Doctor and the Policeman took turns.

Radit just wanted to make sure Merry wasn't free and didn't throw any more tantrums. It was enough that Zahira suffered a lot because of him, yes even though it was not Radit's will, but everything had to do with Radit.

True Anggara said, if the loss of Zahira is the result of his mistake can not keep Zahira well. Likewise, his father said, David was so blame Radit when Zahira was considered dead. Radit should not fail to take care of his wife, if he fails as a husband, at least do not fail as a brother. This is what he is doing, will not repeat the same mistake.

The phone in his suit pocket rang, he immediately got into the car and picked it up.

"Hello Mama!"

"Mama wants to go home, is your business done?" ask Ayu across the phone.

"I'll go pick up Mama, and I'll meet the kids." Radit started the car.

"All right, they just got home" Ayu replied.

"About thirty minutes." Radit then ends the phone call, speeding towards Zahira's house.