Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

237. Call me like your husband

"I'm so happy to hear that, I hope it's a good start for both of us. It's enough of all the sadness you're feeling, I'm watching it." Reza looked into his clear eyes.

"Yes, I'm tired too, but life has to go on. You know if I'll always prioritize my two kids, if you mind then you better think again." Zahira said with certainty, not wanting the man before her to expect much.

"I know." Reza promised.

Zahira nodded. For him, this invitation to establish a relationship is like a plot that must be followed, want to refuse but cannot be expressed, and answer to agree, it is simply following a desire whose own heart is on the verge of doubt, right or wrong.

Allowing time to answer, as well as a decisive God, is what Zahira believes, one is not without reason. He himself does not know how later, the hope of happiness just feels no longer there.

Until that weekend comes.

Zahira knew that tonight she had promised Reza Mahendra to meet her mother. Not unhappy but limp and not excited even continue to wrestle himself.

"You're going?" Ayu accidentally stays at Zahira's house to accompany the children on Sunday night as usual. Loneliness in his home makes the fifties woman always routinely come to Zahira's house just to play with her two grandchildren, the sons of Anggara.

"Ma." call Zahira to talk but her face is confused.

"If in doubt, don't go, just follow your heart." Ayu stroked Zahira's shoulders, looking at the still-very-beautiful face in the mirror.

"Eitherway. But I think I should go. I want to know the end of my own emptiness." Zahira smiled bitterly.

Ayu hugged Zahira, looking deeper into her daughter's face. To be honest he also felt empty, even Radit never had the intention to get married, let alone the hope of having grandchildren never existed.

"Your mother always said that even the leaves that fell from her tree did not escape the almighty provisions. As well as the destiny of our lives, everything happens by his will, every meeting is not a coincidence."

"And I must be sure that God is always with me. There's nothing to be afraid of as long as it's not the wrong thing." Zahira took a breath and exhaled, she began to find her faith again.

"Go." Ayu smiled.

Zahira moved, hugging Ayu lovingly, only the woman who always accompanied.

"Thank you for raising my loving Mama, thank you always with me. I only have Papa and Mama, nothing but Papa and Mama." Cold tears trickled down Zahira's delicate cheeks.

"Mama also only has you son, good daughter, Sholehah and gives Mama a grandchild who always expects the arrival of Mama. It makes me so happy." Ayu also cried, but the pain was more clearly heard from her sobs.

"Mom, they're Mama's grandchildren, they'll always love you." Zahira let go of her embrace and wiped the tears on Ayu's face. "Sometimes I worry that if Radit gets married and has kids later, Mama won't love my sons anymore."

Ayu could not hear Zahira's expression, her heart was getting more and more bitter. She wanted to tell me that Radit can't have children. Yeah, they never told Zahira that. Six years ago it took her son a huge hit.

"I'm afraid, Mama will rarely come here and the children will ask Mama every time." continued Zahira again did not understand what his mother was crying.

"That's a stupid thought." Ayu smiled slightly in her tears, of course she could not tell the truth.

Zahira sat back and hugged her mother's stomach, although not born from there, but it was the most comfortable place of her life.

Room door on tap.

"Lake in!" Ayu answered while wiping away the tears.

"Mrs, Mr. Reza Mahendra is already outside." Jia conveyed.

"Good."

"Go, sweetheart, let God show you the best way." Ayu cheers on Zahira.

"Yes Ma, I'm leaving." Zahira hugged and kissed Ayu's left and right cheeks. "Assalamualaikum Mama."

"Waalaikum greetings dear." she replied letting Zahira go.

Ayu again sat at Zahira's dressing table, her heart still hurt by the reality of life that sometimes felt unfair. But again, I had no choice but to accept it.

Every now and then, I want to try to unite my two children again. But past events teach him a valuable lesson, fearing Radit can't make Zahira happy.

In the black car that began to drive, Reza Mahendra looked very happy to bring Zahira to meet his mother. Beautiful face, beautiful and beautiful with covered clothes make him proud not playing. Surely he had already dropped the right choice, and it was not easy to have this opportunity.

"Will your mother accept me?" zahira asked, looking at the man driving.

"I'm sure of you." Reza smiled happily.

"Make sure you're not covering anything up about me. I don't want to be disappointed because I'm not the woman I expected."

"I've talked about some of it, but I'm sure my mom will accept you." Reza Mahendra was very confident.

"I hope so." Zahira can only hope, even if it is not accepted then that is what will happen, he can let alone.

The car slowed down, Reza pulled the car over for a moment.

"What's wrong?" ask Zahira subtly.

"Don't call my name as usual. I want in front of Mama you to call me a couple."

Zahira stared in surprise, she was at a loss as to what to call him.

"I'm older than you!" Reza stared seriously, their eyeballs meeting.

"Sister." said plain Zahira.

Reza chuckled amusedly, the beautiful woman's innocent face was truly adorable. Just keep and fear Zahira angry so that he does not dare to touch it, if according to the will of the heart, want to feel biting and hugging him so that he can not fight anymore.

Zahira was embarrassed and a little annoyed Reza laughed at him.

Reza approached Zahira with a serious face. "Can you call me like you called your husband?" the door slowly still clashed with each other both his eyes.

Zahira could not answer, it was a special call and her heart trembled every call out of her mouth.

"Only tonight." said Reza again, knowing that it was difficult for lovers of the heart. "I love you Zahira" he said, no need for an answer at this time.

Reza resumed his car to a cafe, where his mother was waiting. The woman who was already old was certainly also very curious about the woman who had been chosen her only son, moreover the status of the widow had been heard first making her want to meet quickly.