Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

236. Resignedly

"Mas." That slow remark was heard by Doctor also Ayu.

"So, he's conscious!" Ayu was very happy, with tears also falling on her smooth cheeks.

"Alhamdulillah." Doctor Amelia gave thanks.

Six hours after the operation, Zahira fell asleep like she didn't want to wake up. A few minutes ago his body trembled and agitated, his tears unceasingly flowing in his unconscious sleep. Luckily, he opened his eyes now.

"Mas Anggara" he said softly, the eyes that were still half open were moving here and there, as if he was still in a dream.

"Darling, it's Mama." Ayu was more saddened by it, Six hours just saw and kept Zahira unconscious, she was confused and scared half to death, then what about Anggara who was guarding her for months at that time, and then, he can't imagine it.

"Ma." Zahira was crying, she was awakening to herself, that this was the real world, where she had lost. His chest moved up and down holding in anguish, even more so when he realized he was in the operating room.

"How's my daughter?" zahira asked in a cry that almost exploded.

Doctor and Ayu looked at each other. How does he know his daughter?

"Ma?" zahira asked with tears.

"He's in the other room." Ayu can only answer that.

"Doc!" zahira asked dissatisfied with her mother's answer.

"Madam, your daughter is in another room. I'm sorry he's ahead of us, believe me he'll be waiting for you in heaven." Amelia really has to be honest, because a mother's feelings can't be lied to.

"Ahk." Zahira tried to hold her voice so as not to scream. But his crying certainly cannot be prevented.

Ayu hugged her tightly, stroked her shoulders and naturally cried along. After the other sadness was overcome, it turned out that the other sadness was waiting. Although humans can only accept and try, but if it is too much then the last option is simply surrender.

A lonely, empty night for him after everything happened so quickly. All that remains are her twin sons. Remembering her beloved husband's desire to have a beautiful daughter, and sure enough she picked him up.

'Let me take care of it, you're too tired.'

The hot eyelids close slowly as tears fall. It seemed that he had no choice but to hold on for Satria as well as Sadewa. They are the only reason to always be alive.

It feels, time is so slow, dark has been too long, several times closed the eyes several times it is also the wait for the arrival of the sun feels longer.

"Darling how you are?" David went in with Ayu.

"I'm better Papa, I want to go home" he replied.

"It's still dark baby, can't you wait for a little light?" David saw the clock still at four in the morning.

"I can't stand being here. Anyway we should bury my daughter" he said more forcefully.

"Yes." Yeah." David breathed a sigh of resignation, he turned around to see Dr. Amelia.

"How are Ma's children?" ask Zahira again.

"He's safe, honey, Radit's staying at your house too." Ayu tidied up her stuff.

Along the way he daydreamed and leaned limply, looking out, the sky high.

'Yes, Mas Anggara has taken hers. Daughter for his father, son for his mother. As soon as you always say Mas. God has chosen the best path for all of us, including you. I'm sure you won't be lonely anymore with our daughter. I don't know Mas, I feel like I'd love to be where you are, so I can come and play with you, enjoy the laughter of your handsome face. I'd love to. But God is separating us, I still have a duty to look after your sons. My job is still hard, it's still long."

"Dear." Ayu grabbed Zahira and wiped the tears on her face. Although there was no sound of sobbing, of course the tears in silence more painful. "Ikhlas son, your husband is not alone now." Ayu.

"Yes. I saw him pick her up Mama, they were happy." her cries broke with a disjointed breath.

"Patience Nak. Mom and Dad are always with you." Ayu felt the same tightness.

The days are slow, the weeks and months later come along. After meeting with Anggara when unconscious, he prefers to be alone. Work and go home early, just spend time with her two children. It also restricts itself from many men who approach, including Reza Mahendra.

"Mrs someone wants to meet." one of the bodyguards said, apparently Reza Mahendra is the one who wants to meet.

Not enough in the office, the man still desperate to meet at home despite often getting rejection from Zahira.

"Sir, tell him I'm busy." Zahira soon moves in but Reza's late coming first, deterring Zahira.

"Give me some time" he said, looking at the man who was a little unhappy in his face pleading, his face wrinkled, the feathers on his face a little longer unkempt.

"I-i"

"Zahira I beg you not to be like this, I need to talk and it's still about our relationship." Reza is closer.

"Forget that we know each other, we will only trouble ourselves with confused feelings. If you expect me to love you, it's hard to happen." explains Zahira.

"I never expected much Zahira. But I really can't forget if we're ever close."

"Just close, as I remember I never gave you any hope. Can you find a better woman than me?"

"No!"

Zahira breathed a heavy sigh, indeed he had difficulty explaining it to Reza Mahendra.

"I beg you to think again, I really want to be your husband. Father to your children, and I will never waste them. I will take care of them like my own son. You know I loved them so much long before I had a chance to get close to you. I didn't lie about it." Reza looked at Zahira expectantly, his broad forehead slightly furrowed between his eyebrows.

"But."

"I knew. This weekend my mom is going to Indonesia, I'm going to bring you to her. I hope you're ready." Reza grabbed Zahira's hand, his reckless and brave attitude never changed.

'If avoided still looking, if shunned still close. Maybe God did show him as a friend to move on.'

"Yes" he replied.

Reza was happy, the tall man came closer and grabbed Zahira's small body.

"No, no." Zahira blocked with both hands.

"Ah, mm, sorry." Reza pulled back her ready-made hand coiled on that slender body.