Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

262. We're getting married

"My body's still in the room." Zahira left the two handsome men.

Reza did not take a word, he daydreamed staring at the empty plate, but his head was full of various thoughts.

"Why did you come to Ayra's house?" radit asked coldly, his eyes only focused on the Vine and picked it up again. But clearly the question demands an answer from Reza Mahendra.

"I'm looking for Zahira" she replied briefly, looking surprised but then returning to mediocrity.

"really?" Radit turned his head, his narrow eyes sharpening looking for lies on the face of the man before him. "Why do I suspect you know each other? I think I know something about you?"

Reza smiled slightly, looking back at Radit with no less sharp.

"I only know Zahira, the woman or what her name is I don't care." annoyed Reza did not like, moreover Radit seemed to interfere all his affairs.

"But I care." replied Radit smiling falsely. "Remember if I don't just shut up if I find out that you're not good enough for Zahira" she said again as a threat.

"We'll get married soon." Reza also let out a fake smile to challenge Radit.

"Lied!" radit said in disbelief, although his heart was throbbing with the expression Reza.

"I'm not lying, she'll be mine." Reza stared intently without a smile. He's not messing around.

Instantly Radit's white and handsome face turned pale, it felt as if his red and wet lips had dried up instantly hearing Reza's expression that looked very serious.

"Zahira is mine." whispered Reza again seeing Auntie carrying a food box from the kitchen.

"It's Mr." Aunt put the food box on the table near Reza.

"Thank you Auntie" he said quietly, deliberately showing that he was close enough to everyone in the house.

"I still don't believe you" Radit said with an aura of pias on his face.

"I don't care, anything won't be a hindrance to me including my mother. Moreover, it is only you that I am sure will not mean anything in Zahira's heart. Now it's just me, it's just me!"

Between love and anger, Reza doesn't want anyone to interfere with Zahira.

Until the sound of Zahira's footsteps approached, the two loosened their gazes against each other.

"Mas, I will be with Radit, the children are already with him" Zahira said as she approached the two.

"Oh, yeah. No problem, later I'll pick you up." Reza said glancing at Radit.

"No need, you're very busy, aren't you?" zahira replied as she stepped out, she wanted to meet the children who must have been bored in Radit's car.

"Not really." Reza did not want to budge, where maybe he said he was busy while his rival was lurking.

"Mother!" the two children had their heads out of the open windshield of the car.

"Darling, sorry to wait so long. Let's go." said Zahira did not look at anyone, he was only focused on the children.

Radit gets into his car, still briefly connecting the glint-eye war with Reza. Eventually, the car drove in a different direction.

"Have you had breakfast?" zahira asked just to start a conversation.

"I drank milk and bread with a lot of peanut butter." Satria replied with a distinctive voice of hers, always adorable. Again he stood up and hugged Radit who was driving.

"Me too!" Sadewa stood up and hugged Zahira.

"Darling, your hug bothers Uncle Radit, he's driving." Zahira asked Satria to sit down.

"My father also likes it." said Satria suddenly, making Radit and Zahira look at him for a moment.

"Then consider this Uncle your father. You are free to hug Uncle as you please, and stay with Uncle until anytime." replied Radit did not turn to Zahira, he did not care, he was disappointed even though he could not reveal.

"Roman!" Zahira.

Radit smiled at the streets, he did not want to see Zahira's face for a while, he would get hurt even more.

"How Dear?" Radit tilted his head slightly so that his face came into contact with Satria's delicate facial skin.

"I will think about it, and from now on you will have to pick me up often." said Satria did not understand with a feeling of remorse in Raditya's heart.

"Alright, it's not too difficult for a Boss like me." Radit was a little self-indulgent.

"When we grow up, we'll be bosses like my father." Sadewa said they did not want to miss their excitement.

"Of course." Radit answered no less excited.

"We've reached Nak." Zahira asked her two children to give up their arms.

They turn around to pick up the bag and get off by themselves after Radit opens the car door, looking smart and independent.

"Bye dear." Radit waved his hand, also Zahira who was standing in front of the car door.

Radit turned back into the car, they went back to Zahira's office.

"You're too bothered to drive us all." Zahira feels Radit is very busy because of him and the kids.

Radit did not answer.

Zahira turned to the man beside her many times, until arriving at Anggara Radit's office still did not start any talks.

"Radrite! Did I have anything wrong with you?" asked Zahira, Radit's unusual attitude made him go awry.

Radit turned his head and looked gently. "No Zahira, you're not wrong. I'm the one who's wrong" he said sounding very disappointed, even being weak falling low at the very bottom.

Zahira was astonished, but tried to ignore maybe Radit was thinking a lot.

"Thank you for taking the kids and me." Zahira smiled and then got out of her seat, got out of Radit's car and walked into her husband's big office.

Radit still did not move, staring at Zahira's back until it disappeared.

"I need to know something." Radit turned his car around, drove fast, it looks like he's not at the office today.

While in Anggara's office, Zahira began busy with the usual files, which were important to be at the top, all was arranged Ricky and his secretary.

"Zahira!" the door opened along with Ricky's call.

"Come in Om." Zahira was still focused with the paper in her hand.

"Jia just called me, your husband's secretary in Villa B, asking for your Villa file to take care of taxes, because yours is always paid separately by Anggara."

"Oh." Zahira seemed to think, he did not know where the file was. But then he remembered that Anggara had once shown his Villa file and removed it from a large closet full of files. He looked to the left where the closet was.

"All right, I'll look for him. I think it took a long time to get it." Zahira leaned back tired, just imagining it he was dizzy.

"Patience, that's how the risk of being a conglomerate wife, her wealth is many, her responsibilities are also many." Ricky laughs.