Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

254. Not the girl of Mama's choice

"Brother?" zahira was busy thinking. He was remembering that he had no other family than the family of Ayu, and there was no girl, only Radit's male cousin Akbar, and of course, she used to come because she was the niece of her husband.

Zahira moved from her seat, curious and also a little anxious, although Merry was already in prison and also treated for mental disorders, still he had to be vigilant. But back he thought if it was Merry then all their bodyguards already knew his face, then who?

Outside, a girl in a long T-shirt and jeans leaned against the gate behind the bodyguards, staring at the street in front of the house.

"Good afternoon?" Zahira greeted with her delicate voice, looking curiously at the figure who looked beautiful from behind.

The woman turned around quickly, making her soft brown colored hair swing beautifully. Her face was delicate, her eyes were beautiful, her nose was as adorable as Zahira's, her lips were red and wet, so beautiful.

"Zahira!" he was equally impressed with Zahira.

"Sister Ayra!" Zahira approaches and rushes, hugging the girl and loosening repeatedly, only making sure that what comes is true Ayra, Rey's only daughter, her mother's sister.

"Yes, I'm Ayra, deliberately came to see you so as not to just hear the story of Papa and Mama" he said still sounding stiff, understand if their language is different.

"Let's go in, brother." Zahira took him in immediately, asking his bodyguard to carry a sizable suitcase of clothing.

"Papa and Mama apologized, because they had not been able to come after hearing the news of your husband's death" said Ayra again.

"Yes, no problem. What's important to me is your arrival right now, it's amazing, I thought I'd never meet you." Zahira still hugged Ayra's arm.

"Now we have met." answered Aira turned her sister, her eyes staring in admiration at the figure of Zahira, beautiful once with dimples that make her envious.

"Your room is here, you must be very tired." Zahira opened the door to a spacious room on the second floor.

"Thank you Zahira" he said with a sweet smile.

"It doesn't have to be like that, you're my brother, the kids will always bother you if they sleep on the ground floor, they're so naughty." Zahira.

"But they're so handsome, I didn't even stop looking at their photos when you sent them to Mama and Papa."

"Yes, I only have them as a remedy for my husband" replied Zahira with a sad face.

Ayra nodded, momentarily looking at her sister's face, whether she was thinking about what.

"Rest Brother, I'll be downstairs" Zahira pointed to the ground floor.

"You sleeping downstairs?" ask Ayra to know.

"Sometimes also here, at the other end of the room was our room when Mas Anggara was still there. Only at night do the children need to be watched while sleeping, so I go to bed with them." she explained.

"Oh." Ayra understands.

"All right, good rest. If you need anything, you call me or just tell everyone in this house" Zahira said.

"Yes, I understand."

Zahira left Ayra still glued to the door of her room. The brown eyes really seemed like they were attracted by a magnet, staring at Zahira until it disappeared in a round of stairs.

"What about your house?" ayra asked that night, they were having dinner together.

"There is only Mbok Tuti and scurity only. Although sometimes I want to go home, but the children prefer here, the father's house." explained Zahira look around the house there are some photos of Anggara and also himself.

"Your husband is very handsome" said Ayra, seeing a large photo of Anggara hugging Zahira when they got married.

"For me to be so handsome, no one can match him." Zahira laughs.

Ayra understands now, if Zahira loves her second husband so much.

"Are you getting married again?" ayra asked suddenly, making Zahira stop putting a spoon in her mouth.

"I haven't thought about it yet, I'm still enjoying the rest of the memories with my husband." replied Zahira back to eating.

"I think you're getting married again, because there's gotta be a man coming at you." Ayra tried to guess.

"You're right, but it still seems impossible." Zahira looked up a little.

"Has he proposed to you?" ayra asked so curiously.

"Hem, I just don't think we're the right couple. Moreover, my position is a widow, her mother does not like my status." explained Zahira in more detail.

"Is status that important?" ayra asked, her face a little tense.

Zahira smiled, she herself did not know if the status would make her unacceptable. Although not disappointed, but little did he understand that status for some people is very important. Previously he married Anggara without caring about his status as Radit's ex-wife, but this time he was rejected because of Anggara's ex-wife and the mother of two children.

I don't know, the days with Ayra were fun, but often the girl looked dreamy and thought a lot. One week with him Zahira told a lot about himself, but not for Ayra, still looks distant and cover his personal life.

In the morning, the weekend is always a moment of rest as well as a precious time for Zahira to play and share affection throughout the day with the children. Zahira's phone rang.

"Assalamualaikum Mas" he said as usual, sitting with Ayra made his older cousin a little curious, curious to know who Zahira was talking to.

"Wa'alaikum salam Darling." Reza Mahendra's heavy voice was again heard after some time did not contact him.

"I think you're in Singapore?" ask Zahira to guess.

"Yes, and tomorrow I'll be home. I miss someone very beautiful. Her delicate face always made me sleep less soundly." she said as usual.

"That's a lie, the proof is you're okay and haven't contacted me in the last few days." Zahira laughed at the handsome man's plea.

"I'm just busy, of course I'm busy because I have to go back to see you. I can't wait to go home." Reza Mahendra's appeal continues.

"Why go home, won't you-in London"

"Darling, I just want you to be my wife. Not anyone else, not Mama's girl of choice, I don't like it at all." Reza sounded very serious.