Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

241. Still the same

Home until the afternoon, the work that piled up made it a hassle today. A little tired but it feels more relieved after working seriously. Over time slowly the spoiled and ignorant figure now began to show his ability. Although sometimes tired, lazy and saturated hit, but an expression as well as praise a few years ago when he just knew Anggara. "The son of a businessman will certainly become a businessman."

It was still clearly pouting in the ears when the speech came out of the thin lips of an adult man named Anggara. Making him upset, did not give up teaching him to work even though Zahira was very unhappy at the time. I argue and argue with him every day.

"Mother!" the cry of the two beloved sons, encouragement as well as the focus of life.

"Dear." Zahira spread out her hands hugging them at the same time.

It feels warm and soft, the typical sound of children who always cool the ears, healers when tired, encouragement when desperate.

"We have good news for Mom" said Satria listening to Zahira's face.

"Oh yeah? What is that, honey?" Zahira sat with one leg bent, staring at the faces of his handsome sons.

"We passed the Second grade examination of elementary school, meaning that next semester we are already in the Third grade." Sadewa does not want to miss giving happy news, One tooth that has been released is increasingly anxious.

"Alhamdulillah, Mother's children are great. I'm so proud of you." Zahira kissed their cheeks in turn, hugging again with anxiety.

Looking back at their faces in turn, the handsome Satria is the darling of Anggara, and Sadewa, who looks more like her father, is a pride and hope for Anggara.

Ah, it feels like the tears no longer have a reservoir, so when you remember the happiness that has been passed it immediately fell without waiting for cue.

A glance at the blurry eyes saw the young man she was so familiar with was staring from the end of the courtyard where she and the children were playing. Still without a smile, it seems like the narrowed eyes are also feeling sad and maybe guilty.

The difference is, at this time there is no more quarrel between him and Zahira, slowly bleeding wounds began to dry up, until the pain gradually reduced. But the former still exists, right?

Radit chose to turn around into the house without saying hello or just making small talk.Maybe tired of trying, or may feel free.

"Is your mom ready?" radit asked as he poured some water in the dining room.

"It has. Sit down for a while and wait for Zahira to come in and rest." Ayu has prepared a bag and some clothes to take home.

Before long the children's voices were heard and Zahira joked, their voices filling the large room.

"That's them." Ayu smiled happily.

"Will Mama come home?" asked Zahira like not willing, used to always be with Ayu and David sometimes come to stay, making it sad if Ayu came home even if only a few days.

"Yes, pity your Papa. After all Mama has to prepare Radit needs there later. Even if there's Auntie, but it's not complete if Mama doesn't intervene." a little joking.

"All right." Zahira sat down and grabbed the water, sipping until it ran out.

"That's mine." Radit pointed at the glass that was already empty.

Zahira also stared at the glass. Sure enough he had not even poured water into the glass.

"I'm sorry" he said, embarrassed.

Ayu chuckled at seeing them like that. "It's not biased, as a child it often happens. And you're never mad." Ayu glanced at Radit.

"I'm not angry, only I haven't had a drink." Radit poured water in the same glass.

Although he wanted to protest that the glass was his lips, but did not dare to talk. Just let in with a look then pretended not to see when Radit turned to him.

"Then Grandma went home first. You guys don't be naughty." Ayu hugged her two grandchildren alternately, the two boys who were sitting tired were staring at her heartily.

"Is it going to be long?" tanya Sadewa wrapped her little hand around Ayu's neck.

"No, a few days later Grandma will return to this house. Of course Grandma will miss you." Ayu stroked the delicate cheeks of the two.

"Smart kid." Ayu again kissed the cheeks of the two alternately.

"Greetings to Grandpa." Zahira taught her two children.

"Yes, greetings to Grandpa." The children spoke with laughter adorning the faces of the two.

"Of course, honey." Ayu walked first out towards the front porch.

"I'm leaving." Radit.

A little surprised but finally happy to hear it.

"Be careful." a speech that is no less short.

"Sepy." Satria complained that her hands were outstretched on the table by putting her head on it.

"There's still Uncle Hiko, Aunt Jia, and the nurse. There's also Grandma Aunty, isn't that pretty crowded?" rayu Zahira comforts her two children. They did not answer, but they were also tired.

At 20:00, the children who were always active were now asleep, the same clothes, pillows and blankets seemed to be pleasing to the eyes when they saw them at night, silence is no longer moving.

Zahira closed the door to their room. Tonight he wanted to be alone though sometimes often slept in the middle of them with in the morning they noisily asked in the hug, but for the night Zahira wanted to sleep on the second floor, he said, in his room with Anggara.

His phone rang, Zahira picked it up while climbing the stairs.

"Assalamualaik."

"Wa'alaikum greetings dear." Reza Mahendra's voice was certain.

"What's wrong?" zahira asked slowly, the same as her steps that had started to step on the Second floor.

"Just miss, I didn't get to see you" he said as usual, full of feelings but also full of seduction.

Zahira did not reply, only to hear that he was busy opening the door.

"What are you doing?" reza asked, wondering what Zahira was doing.

"In the upper room" he answered briefly, but sounded busy.

"Am I bothering you?" ask Reza again.

"No, just enjoying the quiet atmosphere in this room. Sometimes I feel like he's still around" she replied honestly.

"You love him so much, and he loves you so much too. It often made me envious back then." she wasn't angry.

Sometimes Zahira felt that Reza Mahendra was too understanding with his heart. But whether to live together, Zahira did not feel sure. Especially when he met his mother.

Silent

It seems that Zahira is not being disturbed tonight, talking less than usual until Reza ends her phone call, letting the woman enjoy the quiet atmosphere, she needs space to be alone.

No less lonely Reza Mahendra is also troubled by his own position, one side still continues to love, but the other side he is afraid if Zahira away.

"What are you thinking?"

Lady Carolina approached her son, who was deliberately looking for the right time to talk.