Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

260. Don't be selfish

"You're seriously gonna stay at Grandma's. There's no one there, just aunts and scurge." Radit asks Ayra when the car has started to go.

"Yes, I'm just curious about where Papa used to live" he replied staring at Radit.

"Ayra! Can I ask you something?"

"Just ask, what is it?" Ayra smiled and tried to look relaxed.

"You know Reza?" Radit glanced at Ayra from the brown windshield Ayra moved around like she was nervous.

"Don't I answer you last night, of course I know him." replied Ayra.

"What's the reason you don't like it? until you say he doesn't deserve your sister?" tanya Radit kept staring at the streets.

Ayra turned to Radit, she couldn't dodge because she said that last night, and Radit heard her.

"Honestly, Ayra, she's your sister" Radit said.

"I just don't think he's a good guy for my brother. I don't know if I'm wrong, but aren't there still a lot of other guys who like my sister?" Ayra looked at Radit with a question or expression.

"Yes, I know a lot of people like it. It is only possible that they are condescending because of Zahira's status as the widow of the current conglomerate." replied Radit honestly.

"I don't think you like him either, and I hope you can keep Zahira away from the man" he continued, but instead invited another suspicion for Radit.

"I think you really know who Reza Mahendra is" Radit said as he jerked, simultaneously and their car stopped in Grandma Ayra's yard.

"No, I was just guessing and in disbelief" Ayra replied immediately to go out and enter the house.

"Yeah!" Radit.

"I don't know Radit!" Ayra did not want to discuss it anymore, her eyes were fixed on the photo of a man in military uniform on the wall of the house, his father.

"If you don't tell, Reza will go after Zahira, no one can stop him, including me. You see for yourself he'll do anything to get Zahira. Honestly, I don't want her to have Zahira, and even more so her mother doesn't like." Radit was still very curious.

"I don't know." Ayra replied directly going to the back in a hurry.

Radit was surprised by Ayra's behavior, but he could not stay there too long considering he had to work.

Busy during the day, even Reza Mahendra did not have time even just to call Zahira, work piled up after almost a month he went to London, making him dizzy himself. In the afternoon, he held his cell phone.

Reza called someone.

"Hello dear." she said quickly after the call was connected.

"Assalamualaikum Mas." replied Zahira across the street.

"Wa'alaikum salam. Have you gone home yet?" reza asked softly, his tiredness slightly lessened after hearing Zahira's voice.

"I'm almost at Papa's house" replied Zahira again, it's true that he went home to David, all of you picked up the children and made sure Ayra.

"Didn't you go home?" ask Reza Mahendra.

"Later tonight, because I have to go to Grandma's house. Ayra's sister lives there and I'll be there any minute." replied Zahira, she did not know if the answer made Reza's forehead wrinkle.

"Why stay there?" ask Reza curiously.

"Well, when Ayra was not feeling well, last night I heard her nausea and vomiting, I was afraid she caught a cold."

Reza was more and more astonished to hear it.

"Alright, I've arrived" Zahira said again.

"Yes. Assalamualaikum Mas." Zahira ended her call.

Shortly thereafter Reza received a message from Zahira. Hurry away after reading it.

That afternoon Zahira headed straight to the family home with her driver just to make sure her cousin was okay.

"Non Ayra's out, it looks like she's shopping Non." A senior assistant was taking a break after sweeping the yard.

"Well, Grandma, I just came to make sure she wasn't sick because last night it seemed like Ayra was catching a cold."

Zahira only came alone, because his children did not want to go home.

"But he's fine Non." replied the Grandma.

"So soon Maghrib Madam, we'd better go home." Mr. Teddy Zahira's driver suggested.

"All right, I'm coming home, Grandma. Don't forget to call me if there's anything with Brother." Zahira soon moved.

"She doesn't have to worry" replied the housekeeper's grandmother.

Zahira headed to his car, at first glance seeing there were still many flowers in the yard, it seemed to be still well maintained even though the container was a bit outdated. The average is a type of rose, just right Anggara know if Zahira also likes roses, it turns out his mother also likes the same flowers, or maybe the grandmother who first liked the roses? Zahira smiled slightly, imagining how much fun her mother's youth was, and there her husband also contributed to her story.

"Come on, madam." Mr. Teddy let Zahira in.

While in a shopping center not far from the house, it appears that Ayra is fixated on looking at each other with a young man.

"Tell me." said Radit with a cold face, a sharp piercing gaze.

"Yes." answered Ayra briefly.

"So you went to this country just to cover this up?" Radit pointed to the milk box that was in Ayra's shopping cart.

"Not really" she answered still standing straight, trying not to cry.

"Then?" ask Radit again.

Ayra cast her gaze, far away in any direction so as not to always look at Radit, she really could not be honest.

"Who's father?" Radit still didn't stop asking.

"Someone I don't want." Ayra replied that she couldn't take it anymore, she pushed her shopping trolley away from Radit. Radit is still following him.

Ayra pays for all her groceries, then takes her to a taxi.

"Yeah!" Radit still called and chased after him.

"Radit, I beg you to understand. Don't tell anyone about this including Dad if he calls. I don't want him to know, he must be very disappointed. You know Dad was the one who never abandoned his worship. I'm really under pressure right now." Ayra looked down sad.

"I won't interfere, but I can't see you like this either. From the beginning I knew you were pregnant, your face was pale and limp. However, I have seen young pregnant women several times. It's obvious to me you're pregnant."

"Yes, I was pregnant and I found out when I was here five days ago" she said sadly.

"You have to get married to Ayra, she needs a father" Radit said, causing Ayra to look at her.

"I don't want to marry the man who made me pregnant, he's too bad to be the father of my son" she said this time in tears.

"You have to think again, don't be selfish" Radit said. A moment later Ayra passed by in her order taxi.