Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

255. Go with Mr. Reza

A bright morning.

"You're not working?" ayra asked, she saw Zahira still dressed casually.

"Today, I have to rap outside with Jia because there is something we have to talk about. So I'm not going to the office." Zahira had just climbed onto the second floor, deliberately heading for Anggara's clothing room, wanting to pick one of her husband's favorite suits. Ayra followed him from behind, probably curious.

"Do you like wearing them?" tanya Ayra saw her sister come in and chose clothes in a special room Anggara clothes.

"Yes. I feel like he's still around if I wear it. Even the scent of life can still be felt." replied Zahira chuckling, realizing that it was just her feelings.

Ayra laughed. "You must have been very friendly back then."

"Yes, my husband loves me very much. He never once let me down, and when I was sick he took care of me for months. She is very special in my heart, yesterday, now and forever." explained Zahira as she hugged and kissed the suit she had reached.

"What about Radit? I haven't even met her. Are you guys still on good terms?" ask Ayra curiously.

"Yes, even though I hated him, blamed him for many events that always made us emotionally attached. I don't know, it seems like God deliberately made my life problems related to him, until I finally realized if not all Radit's fault. Even though getting along really is still very difficult. Sometimes I've tried to give up, but he's also the one who started the debate. Another time later he gave up, but even I sometimes accidentally made him angry. We're like water and oil." laughed a little with a shaken head, feeling weird about himself.

"When are we going to Radit's house?" ayra asked out of the room with Zahira.

"Later, afternoon maybe?" Zahira looked at Ayra.

"Yes." Yeah." Ayra nodded. "I want to breathe fresh air in your flower garden" he said again.

"I'll catch up." Zahira stepped towards her room while Ayra went down the stairs to enjoy the beauty of the garden in the spacious courtyard of Zahira's house.

A hasty step, half-running tall and handsome man entered the mansion, his hair neat and fragrant, occasionally looking at the watch in his hand, it seemed like he was in a romp with time.

Feeling that someone was blocking the way Reza Mahendra stopped.

"You?"

They stared at each other with very surprised faces.

...***...

While upstairs, Zahira had just come out of her room, she had to catch up with Ayra to the park at the end of the courtyard.

"Dear."

"Mas Reza." Zahira did not expect that the man was already on the second floor.

"How are you, honey, I'm sorry I just arrived after a long time in London, I also visited Singapore to see my father." Reza greeted him lovingly, the pitch-black eyes piercing in channeling a longing that was hard to explain.

"It's okay Mas Reza, I don't have a problem with your busy life. I also have to get used to it without you. Didn't we?" piercing expressions and questions, his heart hurt with simple yet meaningful questions.

"We're still getting married to Zahira, I don't want to lose you just because Mama doesn't like it. While he used to not care about me at all, I had to live alone without parental affection. My mother never thought of me. But now I want to manage my happiness." said Reza with a disappointed face.

"No parent wants their child to suffer, certainly their choice is the best for you" replied Zahira always soft and melodious.

"Don't love, I just want us to get married, not to the girl Mama chose. Please accept me and I really don't care about anything but wanting to live with you." Reza grabbed Zahira's wiggly fingers, it was warm and adorable. Always tickle and look good to touch. "I really love you" he said half in a whisper, staring at the face of the young woman up close.

"You better think about it again. What does this mean without the parents' blessing" he answered, making a Reza unwilling.

"We'd better talk later." Zahira looked at Reza's face which still looked tired. He must have been very hasty, no matter what time he just arrived from Singapore.

"Alright" he said yield, of course he was very busy. Some time going abroad makes a lot of work delayed and must be overtime for several days.

Reza turned down the stairs, while Zahira had to return to her room because her phone was missing. "Lili must be calling me in a moment." she muttered a little confused.

The cell phone lying on the bed sounded.

"Assalamualaikum Mama?" it turned out that Ayu contacted him.

"Wa'alaikum salam Darling, can you stay at Mama's house later in the afternoon, all with Ayra."

"Later in the afternoon?" Zahira was thinking.

"If it can't be tomorrow afternoon, it's okay. Mama just misses the kids, already one Sunday Mama did not meet, Your father just came home from out of town." continued Ayu again.

"alright. I'll call Mama later." Zahira hasn't decided yet.

"Assalamu'alaikum Darling."

"Wa'alaikum greetings Mama."

Recalling that her cousin's sister was waiting, Zahira rushed downstairs to accompany her.

"Sister Ayra?" call him. Zahira was already in the park, but saw no one. "Did he go to the park? Where then?" Zahira was still looking around looking for Ayra. Until a while later he decided to go around, maybe Ayra is in the back garden. Remember if the back garden is always crowded because the housekeepers and gardeners always gather and joke there.

Quite far away, Zahira took a walk while enjoying the morning sun.

"Good morning Madam, why did you come here? Do you need anything?" ask an assistant to Zahira.

"No, I was looking for Ayra, she said she was going to the park to enjoy the morning air, but nothing. I think he came here." explains Zahira also looking around the back garden.

"Nobody came, ma'am, maybe not to the park" he replied politely.

"yes too. All right, thanks." said Zahira later.

"Same-sama madam." replied the senior assistant.

Zahira turned around, heading towards the back entrance to her mansion looking for Ayra.

"In the room it's impossible, because he's down." Zahira looked for him in many rooms.

"What's the guy looking for?"

Jia's voice shocked Zahira who had just closed the door of the mosque back in the corner of the house.

"Jia? Have you seen Ayra's sister?" zahira asked with her clear eyes wide open.

"Miss Ayra left with Mr. Reza, she came out" Jia replied making Zahira slightly stunned.