Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

273. Papa's Beloved

Until the afternoon Zahira was still unconscious, although doctors said Zahira would be fine, but a long sleep condition of up to ten hours made everyone worried.

"It's almost here, why hasn't Zahira realized yet?" Ayu looked agitated with occasional wiping of tears.

"Patiently, doctors say if people who have had major surgery on his head will often experience fainting or long sleep. Even he used to sleep for months, Anggara until thin made it." Ricky smiled thinly considering the things he had lived with his best friend and boss.

"I'm not that strong." Ayu answered back wiping her tears with a tissue.

"You must be strong because her husband is no more." Ricky stared at Zahira's nursery door.

Ayu was crying more and more, of course she had to be strong. But there was too much through Zahira that he could not imagine it.

There was a rush, it turned out that David had just come from the police station after half a day of disappearing. And hasn't managed to take Radit with him.

"What about Radit?" Ayu desperately wants her son back, in this kind of situation she needs everyone with him.

"Radit's still there, they'll hold Radit for twenty-four hours. Is Zahira conscious?" david asked, looking at everyone's faces still looking tense.

"Not yet." Ayu answered back down.

David passed by them all, he wanted to see Zahira immediately. Sure enough Zahira was still sound asleep, or whatever the name was, if she fainted why for so long, she should have been conscious. David could not bear to see his daughter with a bruised face on the left side and closed his eyes motionlessly for almost a day, David approached Zahira.

"Wake up son." David held the end of his foot covered in a blanket.

"See Papa. Papa loves you more than Radit Papa's son, he often argues with Papa because Papa always defends you. You know Papa is the second man to carry you after Aldo your father, only after Anggara your husband. Now that your father and your husband are gone, there's only Papa left to see and want to see you happy. Then get up! Papa is waiting for you, the children are waiting for you, they are the substitutes for the two men who always love you even though you are gone. Get up and see, Satria's face is like your father's, Sadewa's face is like your husband. Don't sleep too long." David continues to hold Zahira's feet with his pitch-black eyes beginning to glaze over.

"The spoiled son of Papa" he said again sitting next to Zahira, his wiggly hands still look the same, small and smooth even though they are adults. The hand that always hugged David's arm, grasped David's finger as a child he always wanted to go where David went.

Fingers move.

David looked at it once again, making sure it wasn't a misunderstanding.

True his finger moved, David grasped Zahira's cold finger, looking at his frowning forehead wanting to open his eyes.

"Zahira." call David again.

His clear eyes began to open, slowly until the next few seconds he looked at David.

"Papa." called her slowly, then turned to the side, looking at the drinking water on the table.

"You're thirsty, dear." David took a glass and poured mineral water for Zahira.

David helped her lift her head slightly, so she could drink more.

David kept staring at Zahira's face, waiting for what she would say.

"I love Papa." said Zahira quietly, after David put his head back on a bigger pillow.

David smiled full of haru, suddenly his eyes were sore to let out more tears.

"Papa will tell Mama." David rushes out to call Ayu and tells her everything.

At the police station, two handsome men leaned against the opposite wall. They don't talk and they don't even want to see each other.

Radit looked out the prisoner's door, calling the officer several times.

"What's wrong?" a policeman approached Radit.

"Can I be transferred to another cell." Radit asked.

"Can't, unless you want to stay longer" replied a policewoman again approaching Radit.

"All right." Radit sat back down.

"Tomorrow you're free so don't have to seek attention" Reza said staring dislikefully.

"I don't like being in a room with cowards like you." Radit won't look at Reza.

"I'm not a coward, it's just hard for me to accept the fact that my mistakes will separate my closeness to Zahira" Reza replied more calmly.

Radit looked at him, a little surprised the man was now looking at himself.

"You were in my position, right? I'm sure you still regret it." explains Reza again.

"That's different" Radit replied.

"You resigned when you thought that Merry was carrying your child." Reza was still holding up his words, his eyes staring straight at the picture of the shabby mat that lay in their midst.

"of course. What makes me even more sorry is that I was deceived." Radit took a heavy breath.

"Yes." Yeah." Reza smiled bitterly.

"But Ayra is really pregnant with your child. I can see he hates you so much and his body shakes when he remembers you doing it." Radit looked at Reza's face from the side.

The man silently did not answer, his eyes were still focused with a single point that became the object of his thinking.

"I don't think she's going to lie about her pregnancy. But unfortunately he hates you so much." Radit smiled cynically.

Reza turned to Radit, suddenly his breathing grew heavier hearing Radit's expression.

"If the father of Ayra's son is not you, I will be willing to marry him even if I only love Zahira. But to be unwilling because you sow the seeds, it would be better for you to marry her. Don't let your son be raised by someone else, I'm sure there's a lot of men who want to marry him, and I hear he has a girlfriend who's coming here."

"I don't love her." Reza looked down sad, his heart was restless considering he was eager to get Zahira.

"You'll love your son later." Radit answered Reza confidently.

The two men stared at each other, looking for confidence and a way out on each other's faces.

"You're going after Zahira's love again?" Reza shook his head, he was still not sincere.

"Despite all that, I am his brother. He won't be far from me, nor am I sure there will be another man who can have his heart. I'm still far less than Anggara."

Reza also knows that, even her closeness just because she often tries to be as close to her husband as possible. Zahira only misses Anggara, not actually wants Reza. Too selfish if just because he looks like he wants to have. And because it looks like Reza took his longing for Ayra that night. Looks like karma is coming to Reza Mahendra.