Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

240. Cold attitude

Early in the morning, the busyness that was waiting to make Zahira come early, the 26-year-old woman looked more mature, mature and elegant. The status as a leader of a large company with many branches and shares everywhere makes it more respected. Everything Anggara has makes it at the top of the list among other entrepreneurs. The reason is rich, beautiful and young, makes many men want it, not only men, even the children of female entrepreneurs are very curious about the figure of Zahira Putri, a woman who is also famous for true love stories, where a handsome and wealthy businessman is willing to sacrifice his life for the sake of his wife.

"Of." Zahira went straight into Ricky's room when the door was half open.

"Hi Zahira, good morning." said Ricky with a sweet smile and a fresh face.

"Good morning." Zahira smiled broadly.

"I have a lot of files that need your hand scratches." Ricky is still compiling a lot of files, choosing which one he will raise first to the table of his boss.

"Om just be prepared, I have plenty of time for that." Zahira sat awake in the chair opposite Ricky.

"I'm glad you're better. At least I don't have to bother looking after a sad woman crying over her husband every day, my work often piles up" she said a little jokingly.

"Sorry, I'm really sad. You know, losing that soulmate feels like this self wants to die too." Zahira glanced at Ricky.

The fifty-year-old man chuckled, of course he knew, even looking with his own eyes.

"To go out of town, Om just schedule it to an assistant or secretary. I can't seem to."

"Well, for Sumatra I'll schedule Lili and my assistant. You don't have to worry about it, we have a lot of people to do it." looks like Ricky had everything ready before Zahira spoke.

"Thank you, Om understands me very well." Zahira.

"Of course, who else can understand you but me" he replied proudly.

"Of course I am!"

Reza Mahendra came in and interrupted their conversation.

"really? I'm not sure yet." Ricky likes to argue with his boss' coworkers.

"Must be sure from now on. Isn't that so dear?" Reza stood up by pressing on the back of the chair Zahira was occupying, deliberately showing that they were very close.

Zahira just smiled, Reza's attitude like that was no surprise to him. In fact, he was impressed with Ricky's slightly sharp gaze.

"Even we spent Sunday night together." Reza said again, provoking Ricky's annoyance that was staring sharply and full of questions.

"No, we're just having dinner." Zahira laughed again.

"I trust him more." Ricky nodded, letting Reza's annoyed face get caught just lying.

"We need to get this all done quickly. I'm asking you not to start unnecessary conversations." Zahira spoke seriously to the man who liked to call her dear.

"I knew. Anyway now you're mine." raise both eyebrows down.

"I'll be back in my room." Zahira.

"Eh no. I promise!" Reza grabbed Zahira's arm making her turn.

"Sheem." Ricky stared cynically, Reza Mahendra is indeed too ridiculous.

"Good morning Om." Radit came last, looking fresh and fragrant. It's not unusual to have changed that scent in the past. Sitting near Zahira without turning his head, immediately focus on the file that has been shared each according to their seat.

"I will go to Bali, Lombok, and Makassar" Radit said.

"Me?" Reza felt he had no choice but to have two more cities, and of course that was his part.

"You got two cities instead of that good. I'm three and Zahira Two, which means I'm more, right?" Radit.

"Om Ricky will schedule Lili and one more person to go." Zahira replied first before the two continued the debate.

Radit turned his head to the woman who had just spoken, their two eyeballs met.

"It's better that way, the kids won't like to be left out for a few days" Radit once blinked but re-enjoiced in the beautiful face of his ex-wife.

"Yes" Zahira answered briefly, but the red lips that only moved slightly made Radit throw away his gaze.

Reza felt useless in the presence of Zahira, losing competitiveness with Radit who was indifferent but seemed to deliberately steal the attention of Zahira. His heart was broken, his concentration broken, he wanted to invite Zahira out immediately away from Radit. But afraid that Zahira was sulking, it was certain that it was more difficult for her.

The meeting, which was not until an hour, ended peacefully, there was no debate between them. Everything was safely under control and the decision they had already agreed on, would depart in two days.

Zahira came out of Ricky's room. Walked leaving them to his room.

"Zahira!" radit's voice called out, the tumben once the man who had always been cold for some time now called out to him.

"Yes?" Zahira paused her steps opening the door.

"Mommy's phone is off, is it going home today?" tanya Radit approached Zahira.

"Mama's phone is left on top, maybe the battery is out" Zahira explained.

"Oh, I'll leave immediately tomorrow. Looks like I have to go to your house later in the afternoon" he said trying to avoid Zahira's clear eyes.

"That's better, the kids will be happy too." Zahira smiled a little.

"Yes." Yeah." Radit answered briefly, without smiling directly turning towards the elevator.

It feels strange to receive a cold attitude from a Raditya, very contrary to his attitude that has always been attentive to him, even too attentive so often makes Zahira upset.

Should not be surprised, because that's his attitude to people outside the family, of course only the closest people who make it good and attention, one of them Zahira.

But it seems like it was then, not anymore.

Zahira was still stunned in front of the door of his room watching the elevator door that had been closed tightly, maybe the person inside was already far downstairs. But his breath seemed to be stifled by the changes that lately increasingly visible, Radit away, avoid talking together, even just look exciting when playing with children, Radit said, but more silence as Zahira approaches him.

Once again, memories grow together, enjoy the same affection, and take refuge on the same shoulder when they cry, it feels like Radit's current attitude suggests he's forgotten all about it.

"Do I have to talk to him?" muttered Zahira himself when he entered his room and closed the door again.

Relationships are not always good, even married people can separate. But it is sad if the relationship that once existed brother should be cut off because of love.

What is that cruel love?

It's actually like that.