Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

261. Not breakfast yet

Radit wanted to chase, but he remembered there were children in his house, his intention was to stop by the shopping center to buy snacks for them. Radit went back in, in a bit of a hurry to reach for a lot of food because Maghrib was soon to be.

Ayra sat in the taxi with her eyes closed. Yes, she did not want to cry, after all her goal of coming to this country was not to cry, but to prevent Reza Mahendra from marrying her sister Zahira. That can't happen, however he has to get rid of Reza, whatever!

"It's up to Miss." The taxi driver's voice ripped Ayra's daydream.

"Yes sir, thank you." Ayra grabbed a large bag full of her groceries, then paid and walked out immediately.

The voice of Adzan was clearly heard calling everyone in the housing complex. Sounding melodious and haggling in Ayra's ears, he was stunned to look up into the sky, seen the end of the mosque tower from behind the houses of the citizens. I don't know why his heart is getting sicker with what is in nature. Feeling very unlucky, the once bright life now feels clouded with one bad night coming suddenly robbing happy. I don't know, since that incident, all men for him are the same, the face or body of a person becomes similar to Reza Mahendra. Ayra entered with a bag of groceries that barely fit, although light but quite large.

"Where's Zahira?" asked the man who stood at the gate, he was like a jerk Reza Mahendra, but after being close it was him.

Ayra did not answer quietly waiting for the gate to open.

"It turns out your ears haven't healed yet!" he said very upset.

Ayra glared sharply, still unwilling to answer.

"Here Mang Udin bring." the security guard asked Ayra for groceries to bring.

Ayra gave it to her and because it was too full came out some of her grocery boxes, including pregnant milk.

He did not want to pay attention, but the writing on the box made Reza sharpen his vision. She knew exactly that pregnant milk, she once bought it for Zahira. Yes, Reza once accompanied Zahira shopping!

"Hey!" Reza grabbed Ayra's shoulder but could not, chasing him in but in the house security barrier.

"Sorry sir, you can't just walk into this house" he said, holding Reza and closing the door.

"But sir!" Reza pushed the gate so that there was a push.

"Sir, I can sound the alarm if you keep pushing!" said the security guard, and managed to make Reza surrender.

"I-" Reza would love to explain who she is but it feels free.

Reza rubbed his face rough, looking at the house with a heartless.

But then he turned towards the car and drove away from the house.

"Reza!"

Radit who deliberately made sure Ayra arrived at the house was surprised when he saw the luxury car owned by Reza Mahendra had just died the house where Ayra lived.

"What's he here for?" Radit muttered to himself.

...***...

Early in the morning Reza Mahendra was already at Zahira's house, his ever-garden and fresh face today a little different, his pitch-black eyes looking flushed all around the cornea.

"Good morning sir, is Zahira around?" greet Reza when his car has entered Zahira's house.

"There's Master." replied Teddy Zahira's driver.

Reza entered at a faster pace, but did not look rushed, so that the fit with his sturdy body looks handsome and perfect.

He greeted Zahira who was having breakfast.

"Mas Reza." Zahira glanced at the clock, it seemed like Reza had deliberately come early to meet him.

"May I have breakfast with you?" Reza held Zahira's seat and slightly lowered her head.

"Hem." Zahira nodded, allowing Reza to sit next to her a little distance away.

"Thank you." Reza smiled and sat down sweetly. His black eyes looked at Zahira's beautiful face. She's really in a mess after last night coming to Ayra's house. Even all night he did not sleep because he thought of Zahira, afraid of losing her.

"What's wrong?" Zahira looked at the face of the man who had not eaten before and looked at himself.

"No, just imagining how happy it would be if we had breakfast together every day, went to work together every day, picked you up and slept always looking at your pretty face up close. have you never felt the same desire as me, even a little bit?" reza asked with a sad face, for some reason it felt so claustrophobic to imagine the thing that would destroy his closeness.

Zahira let go of the spoon in her hand, looking at the face of the man who was in love and begging to be reciprocated.

"I'm no hypocrite if I'm comfortable with you, the reason I receive your attention is because my heart also has a desire to be together even though it's not comparable to what's in your heart, because I had Mas Anggara before. But children are also my top priority, and I don't want you to put your distance to your mother just because my love won't match your mother's love. Can you just let go of this closeness?" ask Zahira at the end.

"Can't Zahira, I can't back down loving you, once I'm free you'll be completely gone from my life. There's a lot of perfect men out there, and they want you" Reza said.

"Then what should I do?" zahira asked softly.

"Let's get married. Ignore everyone who's gonna tear us apart, Zahira, I don't care."

"Mas."

"Zahira, the children will grow up with time, I will take good care of you, I promise! After that they will be the master of all that is in her possession, and you are mine, I will give you what you want, I want nothing unless you return my feelings and become my wife." Reza pleads.

Zahira looked down confused, he did not know what to answer, to be honest sometimes he saw Anggara in Reza Mahendra, his way, his maturity, and his love. Maybe it was just that he was too long, and Reza did like the same style so Zahira was comfortable without him noticing, and dissolved into a feeling that he himself was not sure of.

"Zahira, come! You'll be able to live our days happily, I promise you'll always be happy."

"Mas, give me some time."

"There's no time, let's go! The kids are waiting."

Somehow Radit was able to enter without the sound of his footsteps, the young man was already standing with a fresh, fragrant and handsome look.

Reza rubbed his face rough, even he had not had breakfast.

"Auntie, prepare provisions for Mas Reza." Zahira called the housekeeper who used to prepare food.

"Yes Madam." the assistant half ran right out of the kitchen.

"Have you eaten?" zahira asked just to mince words with Radit.

"Had, I never had any bad luck" she answered glancing at Zahira and her red lips slightly smiled, as she grabbed the grapes on the table and ate them.

"You are insinuating me." muttered Zahira, while Reza just threw his gaze around, annoyed by Radit's presence.