Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

252. Reason

Reza was cornered on the door of his apartment, one hand began to press the password and the door opened. Letting the woman look at herself full of anger. But then the girl left him with quick steps, it seemed like she really did not expect anything.

Reza closed the door to his apartment, heading for a messy bed due to an accident with a beautiful but strange woman last night. Reza grabbed a blanket that covered part of the bed, confirming something that the girl who had just said scolded her.

"Damn!" Reza threw her blanket on the floor, also ruffling her hair in annoyance after seeing red patches stain the white bed sheet.

Remembering a long time ago when he still often did such things to many women, models and young artists, all of them already do not have red spots. Until he spoke with his personal assistant, 'If I find a girl who is still beautiful* then I will marry her immediately."

And why did it happen after he so wanted to marry Zahira. Instantly a cold and restless sweat invaded his gallant body, guilt and sin both fused to attack his brain and heart. Again he could only murmur softly. "Zahira."

While in Indonesia, Zahira was in the office along with several assistants in charge of controlling the company's pace, they deliberately faced Ricky to submit financial reports from several subsidiaries. The position of Assistant for them exceeds a director in ordinary companies, they are quite respected, even their presence is highly expected at meetings, of course many other company directors need them.

"Without you I can't do anything, thank you for still being willing to work in my husband's company." Zahira bowed respectfully to her husband's nine mainstays.

"Together Madam, we are very grateful for the trust you have given." they replied in part, to the others.

"Even if you take all my husband's money, I'll never know. Therefore, thank you again." said Zahira to make it a day for everyone.

"We will work as best we can, and don't forget that we are also monitoring each other. So we wouldn't dare to take what isn't ours. We wish Second Young Master a big and healthy hurry always, in order to be able to immediately replace his father's position. We firmly believe they will become great leaders, surpassing Mr. Anggara."

Zahira nodded, her eyes slightly dewy with respect from many people to her. Of course he was also already impatient to see his two big sons, two handsome and great men like Anggara. Although the time is still very long, but just hope, dreaming that a beautiful future for both will surely arrive. Of course there will be no more sorrow when they see adulthood later.

Just waiting for time, even though it is so difficult to pass time.

Zahira came out of the meeting room, to the special room that provided food there.

"Mrs, is it best to eat out?" some of their assistants are still used to the call of the Madam.

"It's better here, haven't you guys eaten with my husband here in a long time." Zahira opened the door to the room.

"It's not like that, it's a special room" said another person.

"Yes, special to all of us." Zahira will not be rejected. But the woman's phone rang, making her have to lift first.

"Darling." Reza Mahendra's voice was immediately heard.

"Yes Mas." he replied a little astonished with an unusual tone.

"What are you doing?" reza asked again like awkward and wrong.

"In the office, it will be lunch." explained Zahira replied as is.

"Oh." Short and weird, that's really unusual for Zahira.

"Yes, I'm hungry." Zahira wants to end her phone call.

"Yes, eat a lot. I'll be home soon." he said sounding sad, making Zahira even more strange-minded.

"Are you all right?" zahira asked curiously, usually she would joke, tease and seduce.

"No, I just miss you." I heard him trying to smile.

"Well, I'm so hungry." Zahira's voice made Reza anxious, of course she knew she was holding back hunger, otherwise she wouldn't have said it twice.

While Zahira still glued to see the screen of his phone. "Something is different." he murmured.

"What's different?" someone's voice made him look.

"Radit" he said, putting the phone back in his pocket.

"Let's eat." Radit entered Zahira's room without waiting for an answer. Inevitably the beautiful woman followed Radit by looking at the room behind him, hungry and confused where to go, but finally followed Radit.

"What's wrong?" zahira asked, fearing that something was important, considering that the man had never been so sweet with her lately.

"There's nothing, Mama asked me to drop you some food.Maybe these few days Mama will stay home." Radit explained putting the food on the table.

Zahira immediately opened the box containing the food, no matter Radit looked at him he immediately ate greedily. Half of his food went into his stomach.

"What's wrong?" Zahira only realized the man beside her was staring at her barely blinking.

"You starving?" tanya Radit was still looking at him.

"Hem." she continued eating. "Why don't you come home?" zahira asked, it's almost done.

"You kicked me out?" Radit still won't move.

"No, just weird." she replied slowly.

"Any because you're used to being accompanied by Reza Mahendra?" Radit raised his eyebrows, yet did not look angry.

"No." Zahira lowered her head, lazy to discuss such a thing with Raditya.

"He was driving the witch to London. So please be patient, or don't get close to him. Because the child will not be able to break with his mother" said Radit casually.

"I didn't ask him to break with his mother!" zahira certainly didn't do that.

"I know, but it'll happen if you keep marrying him." Radit said, not changing his seat.

"You think I've been thinking about getting married?" Zahira closed her food.

"If you're not married, especially? he's that close, of course, his goal is to marry you."

"I still want to focus on taking care of the kids" Zahira replied unwillingly to continue their debate, choosing an answer Radit might understand.

"Don't make children an excuse, if you're willing to get married say 'yes, otherwise say no! So that he doesn't expect much of you."

"I told you I still want to take care of the kids. That's not an excuse and it's true."

"For us guys it's just an excuse!" firmly Radit.

"Yes, because you don't know what it's like to be a childless widow. Try getting married! then having children, you'll understand what it's like to love them and not think about anything else including getting married in his place."

Silent

Radit no longer argued, his gaze turning heartily.