Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

248. As for Anggara

"I don't care." he muttered, a cynical smile rising from the corner of Lady Carolina's lips as he stared at Reza Mahendra's back walking up to the top floor.

Letting her son get upset and sulk, Miss Carolina did not bother. For him the girl of his choice was the best.

Agree or not, the blessing of parents is a stumbling block for children. Not a few hearts of children who are injured because they do not get the blessing of parents, not a few parents who are ultimately disappointed because children do not listen to them. All can hurt each other because of a relationship that is established in the name of 'Love'. We can't choose who will fall in love, but love alone chooses, whose heart will be the berthing.

Night at 19:30. Reza Mahendra goes to Anggara's house to meet Zahira, a beautiful widow who makes him restless because of love, anxious because of longing, 33 years old does not make him ashamed, he said, for him this is first love, first time in love and has a purpose to get married.

Arriving at the mansion, two small heroes were standing in the side yard with Jia and Hiko, they were learning martial arts while playing.

Reza approached them.

"Good night Mr. Reza." Jia greeted politely though without a smile.

"Good night" he replied smiling, his eyes were fixed on the two boys who were already sweating and standing not far from him.

"Uncle wants to learn martial arts?" satria wiped her sweat with her hands.

"No, uncle has been able to defend himself, even a little" replied Reza also rubbed the sweat on Satria's forehead making her hair wet.

"Then Uncle has to study again like us. Dad said that martial arts are important in order to take care of mom" he said with clear eyes full of confidence, for Reza Mahendra it was amazing.

"Dear, it seems like Uncle has a lot to learn, to defend and take care of your mother."

The unintentional remark made everyone look at him.

"I mean Uncle, in order to be like you, learn martial arts to take care of your mother." Reza smiled strangely, rubbing his own nape.

"That's great." Satria again approached Sadewa, maybe he believed. But not for the two adults Jia and Hiko. They knew that Reza Mahendra was on his way to Zahira.

"Is your mistress there?" ask Reza later.

"There's Master, Madam was in the dining room with Auntie." Jia explained.

"Thank you." Reza turned towards the door of Anggara's house, his main goal was to meet Zahira.

"Non, someone's coming." Auntie spoke with eyes glancing at Reza who was heading towards the dining room.

Zahira looked over, then smiled slightly.

"Darling, what are you doing?" Reza approached and held the chair Zahira was sitting on.

"Just talk with Auntie." replied Zahira a little look up, then move on and walk towards the family room that is next to the dining room.

"I came on purpose, because tomorrow I have to go" Reza said again after sitting on a separate sofa, but adjacent to Zahira.

"Go?" zahira asked in surprise.

"Yes, I have to take Mama home to London, there is better for her" Reza explained.

"Here is also good Mas, only his wishes are not in line with you. Should you just give up?" Zahira said softly, touching Reza and making it harder to let go of Zahira.

"Mas, we're young. There are many ways to make yourself happy. And the old man? We don't know how much longer he'll live? How do you know tomorrow he's gone, or the day after tomorrow we can't see him anymore. After everything happens you'll regret it. Selfishness never brings happy results Mas Reza. And the opportunity won't come twice."

"It's precisely because the opportunity didn't come twice, I'll never let go of you."

The right answer. Zahira became resigned to hearing it.

"Tomorrow morning I'll leave. Not long, just about a week. That's also me going to visit my father in Singapore." Reza explained again.

"Your father lives in a different country?" zahira asked a little curiously.

"Yes! I just want to see how he is, hopefully he's healthy and okay.".

"Aamiin, there is no greater sustenance than health." Zahira smiled sweetly at once, showing off Anggara's favorite dimples.

"True darling." Reza looked at the beautiful smiling face before her. For a while he could only enjoy from a distance of meters. Hopefully, also fantasizing one day will be able to touch and enjoy it without distance between them.

"Be careful, say my regards to your mother Mas, even if she doesn't like it." Zahira smiled strangely, a little pushy and doubtful.

"I don't promise, I don't like my future wife being rejected." Reza smiled understandingly.

"Defused or not, you have to say my regards."

"Yes" he replied, giving up. "All right, I gotta go home." Reza glanced at the clock that was coiling in his hand.

"Be careful on the road, for tonight and tomorrow morning" Zahira said.

"Thank you, darling." Reza went to the front door, walking parallel to Zahira.

"You want to get what?" ask Reza then after not far from his car.

"Nothing." Zahira smiled broadly.

"Is it like that? shouldn't you be asking for something?" reza looked at him from the side.

"Here you go, after all, you're only gone for a little while. We'll meet again and work together." Zahira drove him to the car door.

"Alright, I'll call you when I get there." once again staring at that pretty blue veil-clad face, one week will be a long time for her.

"Go home." And again he just smiled.

"Yes." Yeah." Reza immediately got into the car, drove slowly and then disappeared along with the closing of the gate of Anggara house.

Zahira went back into the children's room, it seemed like they were done and were now changing clothes.

Different on the highway, Reza still thinks a lot. His memory is languishing back in time Anggara was still alive. He had heard Zahira whining spoiled when the man was about to go out of town. Although only a matter of hours, but the demand is a lot.

'Mas, I want to buy bags, special food there, and anything good, the souvenirs should be a lot.'

Whining that Reza accidentally heard at that time, he also accidentally saw how Zahira wrestled spoiled in the arms of Anggara. It was still too little hope to have a full Zahira. Let alone hugging him and letting him move spoiled in a crib like Anggara did, wanting to hear him ask for anything was simply impossible.