Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

251. Still sealed or torn

Very disappointed, stupidly again Reza did not feel suspicious. Drive the car aimlessly, until you reach a nightclub. Anger and disappointment really makes his head feel like breaking, to decide to look for a crowd in the country of the person, maybe drink a little just warm the body and eliminate dizziness no problem. After all just a little, so thought Reza Mahendra but then dissolved in the atmosphere to spend a lot of drinks. Still half conscious he felt he had to go home, and his longing for Zahira never stopped.

Yes, maybe dizziness and anxiety will disappear if you contact the beautiful woman.

Driving in a bit of a mess, the streets were starting to sway and blur. He chose to return to his mother's apartment which was not far from the club.

Mrs Carolina does have many apartments rented as a source of income in the country. Some units in the middle of the city, expensive rental prices make Mrs Carolina get a lot of money to meet her own needs, even classified as luxury so she has a high-class association there.

Reza took the third-floor apartment elevator, exited to the room he had occupied when he had once been there. The head that feels increasingly spinning, the mind that is increasingly floating of course the object is Zahira.

"Ah, I think Zahira's inside." With a little laugh and sometimes closed eyes pressed the password of his apartment.

"Why can't it be opened?" annoyed Reza tried to open his eyes wider, his hands clung to the wall.

"Hiks..hiks.."

The sound of a woman's cry made Reza turn her head, the blurred eyes catching the shadow of a woman. Trying to ignore and re-open the apartment door, and finally open.

"Huh, I just forgot." Reza laughed to himself. But the sobbing sound was getting more disturbing, the woman sat hugging her knees leaning on the door of the apartment next to Reza.

For a moment he watched the woman who was looking down, and somehow because he felt himself noticed by someone made the woman wipe her tears and raised her face to look at Reza.

"Zahira!" muttered Reza Mahendra to see the woman who was crying was Zahira.

The woman stood up, looking strangely at Reza, with slow steps she approached, curious about what Reza had just mentioned.

"What?" asked the girl getting closer, looking questioningly at the face of Reza who had just seen it once.

"Zahira." Reza repeated more clearly but full of cravings.

The beautiful woman stared in confusion, watching Reza from head to toe, and it seemed that she was not a resident of this city, but rather from Indonesia. Yes, he knows right, even from his face.

"You coming after me?" Reza grew increasingly uncontrollable, clutching Zahira's body, hugging her tightly even though she rebelled.

"Deliver!" he said with all his might. But free, drunk does not reduce the energy of the tall and dashing man. Reza took him in and locked the door. No matter the woman yelled out, Reza hugged her back and hugged her, giving her no gap.

"You're crazy!" he said he was crying.

Reza did not care, continued to hug and kiss the woman he considered Zahira, until tired of fighting and felt free Reza did not give a gap for him even just breathing freely.

And it finally happened.

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His firm hands stretched out on the bed with a sigh of relief. His consciousness is recovering.

I heard the voice of a woman who was so happy. Reza knitted her brows seeing that there was nobody in the room. But then his hand touched the delicate clothes that were unfamiliar in his opinion, women's clothes.

"Geez!" His eyes were perfectly rounded, he remembered something. Waking up very surprised looking in all directions and, it appeared a woman was sitting on the floor, angled at the wall, covering half her body with a blanket.

Not realizing it also turns out Reza is no less embarrassing, get out of bed without wearing anything. Reza immediately turned to grab her clothes on the floor and put on her shorts. Then came back to the woman who was still inching on the wall in tears.

"What's your name?" asked Reza trying to think clearly, he sat down in front of the girl.

There was no answer, only the sound of his crying seemed to have been very long, until his breath continued to connect.

"Hey, you hear me?" Reza touched the girl's arm, successfully making her pull her hand and stare in anger. "May I know your name?" Reza asked him to talk.

The woman still did not want to talk, she tried to stand but because the blanket was too thick and her hips were painful, she fell and was lucky Reza managed to catch the body containing the one that accompanied her sleep last night.

"Deliver! I don't want to be held by you." Her cries and anger overflowed at the same time, pushing Reza's body away. The woman went to the bed and began to wear her clothes that had been separated in the dump of Reza Mahendra, even the buttons on the top had been lost because the man opened them by force.

Reza could do nothing, wanted to speak well, but the beautiful woman was turning into a lion, her eyes keen to kill, her chest up and down and her voice terrible.

"Open the door I want to get out!" his orders with a cold face, though puffy from crying, but his courage was clearly visible.

Reza was still unmoved, staring confusedly at the woman he had once seen.

"Are you deaf?"

The words that made Reza upset. "I'm not deaf, just,,,"

"What only? Don't think I'm the mur*Han woman you've been wearing and are waiting for your payment! Quickly open the door I want to get out of this disgusting place" he said full of emotion.

"You think I'm paying you?" Reza did not want to lose, hearing the woman's words her guilt just disappeared.

"Bastardly men!" again, because the door was not yet open.

"So your mouth! I'm not sleeping with you either."

"No way but you forced me! You think I don't know a guy like you is so good at flipping facts, you're the one who does but refuses to take responsibility, instead throwing someone else's head wrong. I understand it!" The woman pointed at Reza Mahendra.

"understand? Oh yea. Of course you get it, you've done it a lot, haven't you?" Reza made him angry.

Plaques

Reza held her right cheek. Hot and pulsating.

"Are you stupid? Or are you crazy?" The woman was really angry, approaching Reza like she wanted to eat it. It made the tall man retreat step by step. "What's yours can't tell the difference between the one that's still sealed and the one that's torn!" his anger slightly made Reza's guts shrink.