Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

253. The widow of five children

"I'm going to get married, just waiting for someone" he said trying to look relaxed.

"Yes. You've been alone too long anyway." Zahira was still staring in annoyance.

"Or if you have an acquaintance who already has children, even five children I don't mind. So that my house is filled with a crowd of children, and Papa and Mama will not be lonely." he replied.

Radit got up from his seat and came out without looking at Zahira again.

"What's wrong with her?" Zahira looked confused. "Why a widow, don't many girls like her, she still looks like an unmarried bachelor." Zahira was still staring at the closed door again.

The afternoon later.

"Wow, my cousin comes to visit, usually I come to your house first." Akbar welcomes Radit at his home.

"I just want to see you, whether after you get home you look better looking or older." Radit smiled mockingly.

"I'm still young." Akbar annoyed.

"You better make sure the continuation of your love story with the skinny girl, otherwise you will really become an old virgin" Radit said again.

"I'm going to make sure, and suddenly you come to disturb. You know, I'm going to Zahira's house. Do you want to come?" tanya Akbar looked excited.

But not for Radit, the young man took a breath and raised his head on the sofa.

"Would you come or not?" asked Akbar again staring in wonder.

"No." she still looked up with her eyes closed.

"Why? Have you given up?" ask Akbar again.

"Let's know, he feels more comfortable with other people than me. I don't want to let him, and with me he's not necessarily happy."

"You're heartbroken." Akbar laughed a little.

"Little." she answered still closed her eyes.

"Yes I have to go, I don't want to be an old virgin because you're here." Akbar grabbed the key on the table.

"Yes, next time I'll come with you" Radit replied.

"Or next time, he'll come to you." Akbar teased her a little.

"I think it's just a dream." replied Radit smiling lightly.

While Zahira had just arrived at his house, the first time he saw it was a sight that always healed tired, namely children who were always engrossed in playing in the afternoon hours before bathing.

"Mother!" calling them together, those adorable delicate faces approached Zahira by running, hugging tightly and asking to be kissed both of their cheeks in turn.

"You're second grade, honey, aren't you shy about hugging your mom like a toddler?" The two of them hugged while struggling spoiled, occasionally her mother's small body staggered due to their very tight embrace.

"No, because we only have Mom" Satria replied with her innocent face, still hugging and kissing her mother's cheek which was now sitting half-kneeling.

Zahira smiled, sincerely but stored the sadness of hearing it. It's true that they only have Zahira.

"Dad is already in heaven dear." said Zahira trying not to cry.

Yes, sad and longing but not always have to cry. There are times when it feels proud to have missed you Anggara, even though he is no longer there.

"Where is heaven?" tanya Sadewa looked at Zahira with brown eyeballs like Anggara.

"There." Zahira pointed at the blue sky, coincidentally in the afternoon the clouds were beautifully shaped, lined up neatly and half of it formed an unusual indentation.

"Dad saw us." Satria stared deep at her mother's index finger.

"And most importantly we must always take care of Mother" said Sadewa turned to Satria who also smiled confidently. They do have two souls, but in reality their hearts are one.

The sound of cars entering the yard. He made the three men look up, see who was coming.

"Assalamualaik."

"Wa'alaikum Akbar greetings, you finally came too." Zahira stood up, letting the two heroes come closer to Akbar.

"You're so handsome!" praise Akbar to the two sons of Anggara.

"Of course." replied Satria with an arrogant face.

"You don't praise me?" Akbar was very upset with Satria's arrogant attitude.

"If you want to be called handsome first clean the feathers on your face." Satria pointed at Akbar's face, making the man hold his face by glancing at everyone in the courtyard, including Jia who pretended not to hear anything.

"That's right." Zahira chuckles amusedly.

"You know, it's me on purpose because I'm sounding my good looks." she answered looking for an excuse.

"I can't believe it." The kids laughed and everyone else.

"It's a shame that Akbar is having other needs" said Zahira asked his two sons to stop talking about Akbar.

The atmosphere was pleasant, warm and everything looked like family. Of course Jia was at home there, much different from when Anggara was still alone, everything was stiff and cold, considering that the handsome man rarely spoke.

"Let's go in!" Zahira asks Akbar to follow her.

"How's your family doing?" asked Zahira when she was in her house.

"Everything is good, only they are still abroad" he replied sitting on the sofa.

"When did you propose to Jia?" ask Zahira without further ado. He knew once if Akbar's arrival was only for his bodyguard.

"Yes, I wanted to propose to him. I can't wait too long." Akbar smiled slightly.

"I hope you and Jia can be together. You know for me he's like a brother, with you I won't lose." Zahira spoke seriously this time.

"Yes." Yeah." Akbar nodded. "Then you're alone?" tanya Akbar raised his eyebrows.

"Me?" Zahira pointed at herself, then laughed. "I'm so happy to have my two children" she replied later.

"They need Zahira's father figure?" akbar said, even more to make Zahira laugh.

"There are a lot of kids out there who are big without a father, and they know their father doesn't exist." Zahira is quieter.

"I just thought, one day they needed a father figure" Akbar replied holding back his words. There seems to be no gap yet to persuade Zahira to make up with Radit.

"Please ask Jia to speak." Zahira pointed at Jia who was already sitting down to rest, as the children had already bathed with the sisters.

"Yes, thank you" he said. Then move on from his seat.

I don't know what they're talking about, it looks like they're planning on going out, looking at the clock. Zahira pretends not to know, letting the two settle the unfinished affairs of feelings after so many years.

The days passed quickly, it did not feel more than one Sunday the departure of Reza Mahendra, but there was no news if the man would return.

"Mrs!" the sound of one of the bodyguards standing guard in front approached Zahira who was relaxing in the living room.

"Yes?" Zahira looked at him in wonder.

"Someone came mistress, a girl and confessed your brother."