Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

238. Meet the future mother-in-law

"I got nervous" said Zahira staring at the streets with a slight smile.

"There I am beside you, no matter what happens I will stay with you." Reza grabbed Zahira's hand which tightened slightly.

Zahira turned her head a little, it seemed like she really had to believe. Dodging him for months should have been enough to keep him away. But the fact is he was getting desperate, of course the man really loved him.

"We've arrived." Reza stopped his car at the cafe's parking lot.

Zahira changed a little, arranged the veil and tidied up her clothes.

"You're beautiful, and you're always beautiful." Reza reached out his hand after opening the door for Zahira.

"Just don't want to embarrass you." replied Zahira smiling.

"Of course you make me proud, there's even a lot of people who want you." Reza got the wiggly finger, kept holding it while closing the car door again. "Don't forget to call me a little friendly." Reza reminded.

"Yes." Yeah." Zahira laughed a little, understanding what Reza Mahendra wanted.

"What?" reza's fishing rod while walking in.

"Call you." replied Zahira was also pleased with the joke that the tall man started.

"Call what?" reza asked again to look at the face beside him, shorter but friendly.

"Mas Reza" he said softly while laughing to the point of squinting.

"Oh my God, I'm happy." Reza laughed more and more happily, still clasping Zahira's delicate fingers, walking parallel to a table, where someone had been waiting and noticed the intimacy of the two. Laughter, beautiful and handsome, hold hands tightly, all that did not escape the vision of a woman who was aged but looks elegant.

"Mama, sorry to keep you waiting." Reza still clasped Zahira's hand until he arrived at a table that seemed to have been arranged for the three of them.

"Assalamualaikum Madam." Zahira slightly bowed her head, then grabbed the hand of the woman who had since entered had already noticed herself.

"Ah, wa'alaikum greetings." she replied smiling in admiration. His old eyes hardly blink to enjoy the beauty of the prospective daughter-in-law who is said to be a widowed businessman. He also enjoyed the delicate hands of the future son-in-law grabbing and pecking at the backs of his hands.

"Mama, this is Zahira. The woman I told Mama." Reza introduced Zahira who had already greeted her mother.

"Yes." Yeah." Carolina's mother nodded with a sweet smile.

The first impression was enough to make her happy, beautiful, polite, rich and still very young. But not there, Mrs Carolina still wants to know more about Zahira.

"I'm Carolina, Reza Mahendra's birth mother. It's nice to meet you."

The atmosphere is relaxed, but still feels awkward for Zahira, nervous beyond the annual meeting attended by many entrepreneurs.

"Message something, so we can have a more casual conversation." Lady Carolina pointed to the food menu that was already on the table, perhaps the waiter had already come first when they had not arrived.

Reza smiled, then grabbed the food menu first. "Corrus juice?" ask the man to Zahira.

"Yes Mas." An answer that made Reza even more excited.

"Well, we order the same food. What do you want a message?" Reza also asked his mother.

"Anything, Mama's coming with the young one" she replied with a laugh.

"All right." Reza raised his index finger calling the heater to get closer.

"You eat together often?" ask Mrs Carolina to Zahira.

"Rarely Madam, only occasionally, may still be counted." replied Zahira honestly.

The woman nodded. "Don't you guys know each other for a long time?" ask the woman again.

As Ms. Carolina's red lips rounded, she had just heard that Zahira had a child. Of course he does not know it, even Reza has not explained about the child to him.

"You didn't do anything weird, did you?" Lady Carolina looked suspiciously.

"Mama!" Reza interrupted his mother's words.

"Absolutely not Madam, since my husband died we met just for business, and because we often met then we finally decided to be friends." Zahira answered with confidence.

"Sorry!" The nearly sixty-year-old woman breathed a sigh of relief.

"No problem." Zahira smiled kindly.

"The food has come" said Mrs Carolina with a slightly pushy smile.

So did Zahira, immediately received her orange juice and drank a little.

"How old is your son?" ms. Carolina again.

"It's about six years, madam. They are attending a special school, today just finished doing the Second grade exam of elementary school." explained Zahira proudly acknowledging the advantages of her two sons.

"They?" ms. Carolina asked to stop the movement of the spoon, which began to break up the collection of food on her plate.

"Yes, I have twin sons." Answering as best as possible even though his heart was uncomfortable, it seemed like Reza Mahendra's mother had other thoughts.

"Oh so." he replied then ate seriously, only the clanking of spoons was heard afterwards.

"Darling, want a lobster?" Reza asked Zahira gently as usual.

"No, this is enough." Zahira answered no less gently, not caring about likes or dislikes, a Zahira must remain polite, gentle and elegant. As soon as the beautiful woman thought of labeling herself.

Of course because he is so valuable, not only Reza Mahendra but there are still many men out there who expect his love.

So does Reza Mahendra, with or without his mother's blessing, he will still love Zahira and will marry her, making a wife like his dream all along.

A casual dinner but a little gripping, the silence of two women at the same table created its own horror for Reza Mahendra.

"Mama's coming with the driver?" tanya Reza told me the direction of his speech.

"Yes, Mama will go home alone" she said softly and smiled, trying to cover up what she was thinking.

"Alright, then I'll drop Zahira off. The kids must have been waiting." Reza deliberately emphasized the existence of children. Let her mother know if her son has accepted all about Zahira.

"Well, the kids will be like that. She would wait for her mother to come home before they fell asleep." she replied smiling a little forcefully.

"Of course Mama, I was like that when I was a kid, waiting and wanting to sleep with Mama" Reza replied as if she was upset.

The old woman fell silent, her lips filling like she had an attack on her heart.

"Thank you for your time, ma'am, it's a pleasure to meet you." Zahira approached the woman who was staring stiffly at her son. Hugged her and kissed the cheek that had started to sag gently.

"Be careful on the road." said Mrs Carolina at the end.

"Thank you, Mrs Assalamualaikum."

"Yes" she replied still stunned as to what she was thinking.

"You want to buy something?" tanya Reza held Zahira's shoulder towards the exit.

"No, it's not." Zahira looked over a little and smiled sweetly.