Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

265. The right guess

That afternoon Radit went to Ayra's house, he wanted to ask her directly about Ayra's pregnancy and about Reza who was clearly familiar with Ayra.

"Mas Radit." said Ayra's house security guard.

"Ayra is there sir?" tanya Radit spoke still sitting in the car with the glass open.

"There is Mas." replied the security guard.

Radit got out of his car, stepped into the house.

"Yeah!" call Radit a little scream.

The door of the ground floor room opened, it turned out that he was occupying his father's room at that time. "Radit, what's wrong?" ask the girl later.

Radit sat on the sofa of the family room close to Ayra's room. "I need to talk to you" Radit said seriously.

Ayra sat opposite Radit, the indo-faced girl looking pale.

"Ayra! I want to ask you something." Radit spoke slowly.

"What?" ayra asked no less slowly, there was a certain awkwardness when they faced.

"Where do you know Reza Mahendra?" radit asked with his narrow eyes staring intently.

Ayra was a little surprised, but then she was calm. "In Zahira's house." Ayra replied convincing Radit, of course, she is an educated and experienced woman. It's not hard for him to control himself.

"But what I saw wasn't Ayra." Radit was still staring at Ayra.

"What do you see, anyway? I'm really new to her." explained Ayra again.

"If you've just gotten to know her, why don't you like her. You don't like their relationship very much. And you know, right now they're planning on getting married."

"What?" Ayra was surprised, her sitting position stiffened.

"Yes, so if you know anything then please say it now. Reza won't let go of Zahira, I assure you he'd better be hostile to anyone as long as he gets Zahira. I myself heard from his mouth, he hates me, anyone who would stand in the way of his intention to marry Zahira" Radit said.

"He's not worthy of Zahira's husband, you have to stop him." Ayra said worriedly.

"I can't if I don't have a reason" Radit replied.

"Tell me if Reza is a bad guy, she likes to get drunk and date women! You have to say it!" Ayra grabbed Radit's hand and pleaded.

Radit looked at Ayra in surprise, it seemed like Radit's guess was right if Ayra knew something.

"Aku_" Ayra pulls her hand from Radit's arm, realizing that her words are drawing Radit's suspicions.

"You know where it's coming from?" ask Radit again.

Ayra did not answer but just remained silent and seemed nervous.

"Ayra! Tell me how do you know? Where do you know Reza Mahendra from?" Radit asked firmly once again.

"Just heard it." Ayra leaves Radit for her room.

"Yeah!" Radit held Ayra's arm.

"I'm sick of nausea." Ayra tries to avoid Radit but for free, Radit does not let go.

"Ayra, tell me the truth what are you covering up? I've seen how you met Reza at Zahira's house, you argued and he dragged you into his car, wasn't that enough to make you confess?" radit said more firmly.

"It was just an accidental meeting!" zahira replied still evasive.

"Ayra! I'm a man too. I know how a man looks at and treats a woman, and I can assure you something has happened between you, I'm sure it's no small thing."

"If nothing happens, then what does this mean?" Radit grabs the phone and shows the footage as Reza looks at the pregnant milk box that crashed that afternoon.

Ayra looked at Radit in surprise, she looked at the cctv footage and forcibly swallowed her saliva.

"Did she make you pregnant?" tanya Radit stared intently at Ayra.

Ayra smiled wryly, shaking her head unwilling to confess. "Not." she turned her face away.

"You have to be honest Ayra, if it's just a matter of getting pregnant I can be her father. I can marry you so that our family will not be ashamed. Let's just say I'm returning the favor to your father who saved my mother's life once. That was if his father was a different person! But if what makes you pregnant is her!" Radit pointed at his phone screen. "I can't keep quiet, let her marry Zahira and make you suffer. I don't think Zahira will either." Radit turned around to walk out of the house.

"Radrite! I don't want Zahira to know!" Ayra grabs Radit's shoulder, stopping him.

Radit turned his head, looking at Ayra's increasingly pale and fearful face.

"I beg you" said Ayra again.

"That means right, Reza made you pregnant?" ask Radit again.

Ayra lowered her head, her hands clutched, her body trembled, it seemed like she was crying.

Radit rousing Ayra's body and hugging her for a moment, then invited her to sit on the sofa back.

"Where did he do it?" tanya Radit was curious.

"In London, when I was waiting for someone in the apartment, a few weeks ago."

Ayra cried so much, it can be seen if what Reza did to her was the first time that it made her very sad, or even traumatized.

"Why don't you be honest with Ayra" Radit said softly.

"I don't want Zahira to know, but also I don't want Reza to marry my sister, she's too good for that jerk" she still sounded miserable.

Radit let Ayra cry, maybe the girl needs time to vent her feelings. Radit was thinking of coming to Zahira and saying everything, Zahira should know.

"Please, don't tell me what's going on. But make sure they don't get married." Aira spoke again in her sobs.

"I'm screwed up, too, Ayra." Radit rubbed his face many times.

"Go, convince Zahira." he asked Radit.

"Then you?" I could not bear to see Ayra alone and cry.

"I'm limp, I want to rest. Tomorrow I will go to Zahira's house." Ayra replied stopping her crying.

"Alright, take care of yourself and don't think things through. You know why I'm not married?" Radit approached Ayra.

Ayra looked at Radit.

"I can't have children. So don't waste God's care on you." Radit smiled slightly, leaving Ayra still shocked.

Radit came out of the house with a boiling chest, imagining Reza Mahendra's face in front of him and beating him to death. Yep! It needs to be done.

Radit gets into the car and grabs his cell phone, looking at the CCTV recording screen of Anggara's house which is deliberately standby connected to his cell phone.

"Reza!" Radit saw the man visiting Anggara's house, apparently joking with the children.

Radit went back to speed, it feels impatient to meet him. It only took a few tens of minutes, Radit had already arrived there.

Tin

Radit honked the car horn, usually no need to ring the bodyguards would open it, but this time they did not hear anything.