Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

270. Back fighting

"They're not really my real parents Mas Reza, but I just have them." Zahira did not like the words from Reza Mahendra's mouth.

"I mean_"

"Mama took care of me in the most difficult circumstances" Zahira said again.

"Zahira!" a woman's voice called out to him.

Looked across their table Radit and Ayra just came.

"Hi." Zahira moved from her seat.

"Zahira, just let them." Reza restrains Zahira's arm to approach the woman he also knows.

"Mas." Zahira looked at him a little begging.

Reza could not prevent it anymore, although he did not like it he had to face two people who would block his intentions. Yeah, they came here on purpose to ruin a serious conversation between him and Zahira. Reza knew exactly the two people before him were now working together.

"You're here." Zahira approached his cousin.

"Yes, Radit invited me here" she replied with her lips on a thin lipstick, perhaps covering a pale color that was often seen later.

"She's been wanting to see you since last night." Zahira glanced at Radit.

"Then you get married." Reza can never be patient with such circumstances.

Radit turned his head sharply, his emotions again culminating with a heartless remark from Reza Mahendra.

"I'm right, right?" Reza knows Radit doesn't like what he says, but Zahira smiles because she doesn't know anything.

Unexpectedly Ayra stood up to Reza Mahendra, her gaze was like wanting to kill.

Reza took a step back but Ayra took a step forward. "If I were to become Zahira, of course I would prefer Radit to you" he said coldly.

"That's you, unfortunately I'm not choosing you" Reza replied, making things even hotter.

"You think I'm interested? I think you're just a little bit of the man in my heart." Ayra stared cynically from the tip of her foot to Reza Mahendra's head.

"Say you're looking for attention." Reza was getting upset.

"Go and stay away from my sister" said Ayra again, with a face increasingly full of hatred.

"Sister!" Zahira prevented that confusing debate.

"You'd better go back to your home country. You don't need it here." Reza won't lose.

"It is precisely you who are not needed, you are just a wooden branch that hinders my sister's journey to happiness." - furious Ayra.

"He will be happy with me."

"That's just your dream!" snapped Ayra.

"You!" Reza was getting angry.

Zahira pushes Reza away, while Radit grabs Zahira's hand to avoid touching Reza.

"You intentionally!" Reza pushed Radit, not liking him to grab Zahira's hand.

"I am indeed sadaja." replied Radit did not dodge.

Reza returned to blow but managed to hold Radit.

"Mas, stop!" Zahira shouted at Reza.

"He deliberately messed up our meeting, they're just here for an excuse." Reza pointed at Ayra and Radit alternately.

"We were on purpose, I just wanted to make sure you and my sister never got married. He's no good Zahira, he's a jerk, loves to get drunk and sleep with any woman!" ayra shouted inviting everyone's eyes to look towards them.

"I'm not cheap*n, even you've taken away what I've been guarding all my life! I have never been touched even by my lover! But you destroyed everything. You're a jerk who will never deserve to be happy. Until you're not happy." Ayra passed away leaving them all behind.

Zahira stared at what she had just heard. His clear eyes looked straight at Ayra who had moved away, her mouth slightly opened with her hands even her fingers did not move even a little.

Reza only realized that, he was not aware of the debate that directly said he and Ayra ever_.

"Dear." Reza grabbed Zahira's hand which was suddenly stiff.

"Stop touching it." Radit doesn't care Ayra's gone, he keeps Zahira and forbids Reza from getting close.

"Zahira." Reza looked at him pleading.

"You!" Zahira looked at him tearfully, her heart was rumbling violently with Ayra's words, her body suddenly limp.

"No, it's just a misunderstanding. It's not what you think it is. Zahira I beg you to listen to my explanation." Reza tried to grab her hand again and Radit came back in his way.

Zahira shook her head in disbelief, she grabbed the bag and left Reza, after all there were a lot of people in there, it was inappropriate to discuss such a personal matter.

"Zahira." Reza chased him out, looking like Zahira was ordering and waiting for a taxi.

"Dear listen to me." Reza held Zahira's arm but got a rejection from the woman.

"Zahira came home with me." Radit took her in the car.

"I'll go home alone." he refused to obey Radit.

"Zahira, we still need to talk. Listen to me all is not what your cousin said. That night_"

"Stop Mas, it's clear to me and doesn't need any explanation."

"You don't know the truth! That night I ran away from dinner with Mama, disappointed I got drunk and came home in a mess. At that time I just saw you. I miss you Zahira, I feel like you're accompanying me to my night. I'm completely unaware of what I've done." Reza tried to explain everything in the cafe parking lot.

"You do feel like I'm with you, because Ayra looks like me Mas." replied Zahira staring disappointedly.

"No Zahira, I just love you." Reza pleaded with her to bow lower than him.

"Whatever the reason, you've touched my brother. And you have to marry her."

"No, I can't!" Reza grabbed Zahira and hugged her tightly so that Zahira could not move.

Radit re-ignited emotions, pushing Reza and hitting him again, not just once, had a good chance when Reza Mahendra limp with the fear of losing Zahira.

Reza tries to fight back and manages to avoid Radit.

"Don't interfere or I'll prolong the affairs between us!" Reza threatened Radit.

"I also want to prolong this affair, you impregnate Ayra, but instead want to marry Zahira! I won't stay silent." snapped Radit.

"Shut up!" Reza hits Radit, and a fight between the two is inevitable.

"Radit stop!" Zahira grabs Radit's shoulder for free. Stopping Reza also can not, Zahira recklessly mediate between the two and accidentally hit Reza hit Zahira's face.

Brugh

Zahira collapsed.

"You!" Radit the more emotion he made, Zahira's body staggered towards Radit because of a punch that was quite hard so it was immediately embraced by him.

Reza rounded his eyes with his mouth open, his chest up and down in fear of something happening with Zahira, of course he knew the blow was very hard.

"Zahira!" Radit hugged and shook Zahira's body, shaking her cheek but receiving no response.

Radit turned left right indeed the cafe is still quiet, maybe because it is still ten in the morning.

He takes her inside a taxi Zahira orders, leaving Reza glued to a confused and regretful face. Although he finally chased with his own car, his heart was getting worse, angry, resentful and very sorry.