Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

256. Secret, long time will know

Zahira knitted her brows, how could Ayra get into Reza's car? If you want to go out, you should just tell the driver, they are ready to take you anywhere. Do they know each other? he was busy thinking.

"All right." Zahira saw the phone that had been in her grasp since. He didn't even think of contacting Ayra.

A moment later, he contacted someone.

"Was Aira with you Mas, my driver said he got into your car?" Zahira lied a little if Jia said it.

"Oh, he had a sudden need. I don't even know his name!" reza answered across the phone.

"He's my brother, just one week ago came from London. Don't you see if our faces look a little similar?"

"Oh." replied Reza briefly.

"Can you tell him to come home soon?"

...***...

Moments later, Zahira is a little worried about his sudden departure, but also believes that Ayra will be fine with Reza.

"Madam, you have to be prepared because in forty minutes we're going to the cafe, you better not let your business partner wait." Jia reminded. The skinny woman was well dressed.

"Yes." Yeah." Zahira got up from her seat, immediately changed her clothes and asked Jia to take the suit that was on the second floor.

Not long after Zahira was ready with neat clothes, Jia gave Anggara suit in her request.

"Thank you." said Zahira wearing the suit from Jia's hand. "You serve me too much." Zahira laughs.

"If I get married then my time with you will be reduced Madam" she replied with a flat face, but clearly she was thinking about their togetherness.

"We will be a family if you accept my husband's nephew, my children are your little sister" Zahira explained with a sincere smile. "But if you're willing, otherwise I won't force you" he said.

It sounded like someone was entering at a slight pace.

"Sister Ayra?" Zahira approached her cousin.

"I just went out for a while, intent on wanting to buy something but not so." she explained with a slight nervousness.

"Why not be?" zahira looked in wonder.

"I forgot to bring the money" he answered, then went up to the second floor.

"That's so weird." Zahira laughs.

"Sister, you should just record what Ayra Brother needs, so that later the driver who bought him, or the courier who delivered." said Zahira slightly shouted.

"Alright, later it's okay." Ayra replied already on the top rung.

Zahira still looked at him in wonder, I don't know what Ayra was thinking so she could forget to bring money.

"We'd better leave, madam." Jia walked first to prepare the car.

Zahira grabs the bag and then follows Jia out to go along.

"Jia?" Zahira starts a conversation with the girl driving next to him.

"Yes" he replied as usual, short and cold.

"I think Ayra's sister is having problems so she came here" Zahira said suddenly.

Making Jia turn her head, but then refocused on the streets.

Jia still did not reply, not even showing any expression.

"I think he's holding something, and we don't know. Or do we not need to know?" Zahira.

"For a long time, we'll know." Jia replied later.

Zahira just nods, he does not know what is being kept secret his brother, but it is true Jia said if long will be discovered. Butwhat?

"We've reached Madam." Jia parked their car.

"You call Akbar to accompany you. I won't be long." Zahira hints that they will be different tables, of course because Zahira will meet with Lili. Or he deliberately asked Jia to spend more time with Akbar.

Jia nodded in understanding, then entered, together as well as making sure anyone who would meet his master, his sharp eyes like piercing staring at one by one people who were already sitting at the table.

A man who nodded respectfully with a thin smile, he knew that Jia was the Anggara bodyguard who always looked after his wife everywhere. It was only in reply to a slight nod without a smile by him.

"Sorry long wait" said Zahira smiling kindly.

"Absolutely not Madam, just a few minutes." replied one of the no less friendly and polite.

Meeting which is only a few tens of minutes. Lili Zahira's secretary permits to return to the office first, leaving Zahira who has deliberately not moved.

"Is it finished?" akbar's voice greeted him.

"It." Zahira moved from her seat to the next table with Jia and Akbar.

"Zahira." Akbar spoke seriously. He knows that Zahira doesn't have much time outside the house.

"Hem." Zahira arranged her sitting to be more relaxed after the meeting.

"Look this." Akbar took a breath then exhaled later.

"Let's just say, I'm not a candidate-in-law." Zahira knew that Akbar was having trouble starting the conversation.

Akbar was a little misbehaved. "I want to go to her parents' house at the top. I hope you don't mind if he's two days off."

Zahira looked at the two alternately, Jia just lowered her head. "Of course I can." Zahira laughs. "Marry as soon as I can't be selfish always holding you with me. You should be happy too, and I_"

"I'm not going anywhere Madam, we're going to stay here. I'll keep the kids until they're completely independent." Jia.

Zahira looked at him with surprise, but was deeply moved.

"true." Akbar confirmed.

Suddenly he was unable to talk to hear all that, it's true that Zahira did want their togetherness always intact. I don't know, what is important for him Jia married and entitled to be happy, not always thinking about the work that burdened him, Zahira did not hesitate if the woman of Anggara's choice was a sincere, kind and earnest person.

"alright. You can leave anytime you want, or this afternoon you can, because I'll stay at Mama's house with Ayra and the kids."

The two people in front of Zahira looked at each other. "We will leave later tonight, after taking you to Radit's house" Akbar said.

"All right." Zahira agreed, a sweet smile blooming on her pretty face.

Imagining the new life of her violent bodyguard will turn One hundred and eighty degrees after marriage, it is hard to believe when the fierce girl whines spoiled to Akbar her husband's niece.

yes, he used to feel it when he was with Radit, and most perfect when with Anggara, an adult man who was always friendly, even unconscious since the beginning of meeting, and even, he could indeed always tame Zahira's spoiled attitude.

Imagining the happiness of others makes him re-enter longing and sorrow.