Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

275. Anggara's Message

"Sir, please give me my phone!" Reza pleaded with the police officer.

"What are you doing?" Said the policeman.

"I have to tell Anggara's wife to be careful, you know if she's a slippery person." Reza can't wait to hold her phone.

"We'll tell them all if in a few minutes the prisoner actually escapes." Answer the man in uniform.

"I want to call my lawyer" Reza added.

"Later in the afternoon you'll be free." replied the policeman.

Reza rubbed his face, Ricko was actually pranking himself. Radit was free this morning, and he had to wait. Not to mention the worry towards Zahira, the woman must now still be in pain due to her extremely powerful punch.

"Then give me my phone!" Upset Reza with a sharp look, a serious face but still pleading.

"All right." finally the police officer gave me his cell phone.

"Thank you." Reza immediately pressed the small button on the side of the phone.

"Dead!" Reza had to give his cell phone back to the officers, because there was no battery.

While at Anggara's house, Zahira just got out of her car in aid of Ayu, David and Jia.

Better put this on, madam." Jia brought the wheelchair closer to her employer.

"It looks funny later." Zahira refused.

"Darling, it's better for you to recover quickly. The job is waiting for you, the kids will be sad if you go back to the hospital." Ayu persuaded him to ask Zahira to sit in a wheelchair.

"Alright." Zahira finally complies.

"Darling, the office guy called you." David gave Ayu's phone.

"Oh, I think there's something important this morning. Looks like I have to go to the office, and Radit hasn't come out yet." Ayu didn't pick up her phone call.

"I'll drive you." David opened the car door again.

Ayu looked at Zahira, she was still worried.

"There I am Madam, you don't have to worry, we're all here to take good care of Mrs Zahira." Jia reassures Ayu.

"alright. I won't be long, before lunch we'll be back." Ayu rubbed Zahira's head for a moment, then immediately re-entered David's car.

Jia pushed the wheelchair inside, a little difficulty when there was a floor limit that made the wheelchair concerned.

"Let me." Zahira's driver approached and replaced Jia, the man was always reliable, always there and loyal. Sometimes his attention is a little excessive.

Jia took a step first, opening Zahira's room so she wouldn't have any trouble getting in.

"It's better to sleep on the second floor alone, it will be more comfortable for you." Teddy's advice is driver and bodyguard Zahira.

Jia looked at Zahira, of course she would according to what her master wishes.

"true." Zahira agrees, so Jia closes back the room on the ground floor.

"Miss Jia rest when very tired, I'll take Madam upstairs." The driver again gave advice.

"Of course Jia is tired, she's just looking after me" Zahira said.

"All right." Jia let him pass her, after all the driver had worked long enough.

"Thank you Teddy" Zahira said in the elevator.

"Together Madam, you must miss Mr. Anggara in this situation" he said again, he was always attentive even when pregnant the man often accompanied him to buy food on the side of the road when the afternoon came home from work.

"Yes, I obviously miss him."

The elevator door opened, the man pushed Zahira back to his private room, the endmost, largest and most comfortable with the many air vents.

"The lady has to take medicine" he said again.

"Well, can you get some water for me?" zahira said slowly.

"Of course, Madam come inside." The man headed towards the central room where drinking water was also available there.

Zahira went into his room, a few days stay at home ayu make him very miss the atmosphere of the room. Longing to just remember the good times with my beloved husband. The mature age of forties made the man truly a place of variety that understood the most. Love, pamper and provide comfort for Zahira. Zahira sat on his soft bed, often the bed was a silent witness, every night there was a loving hot struggle, Anggara was amazing.

The corner of his lips was attracted, Zahira reminisced about the fun time.

"Mrs!" mr. Teddy's voice was heard echoing in the quiet room. The 38-year-old man brought a glass of water to his employer.

Zahira moved, but Teddy entered a few steps from the door, giving the water so that Zahira did not need to stand up to reach him.

"Thank you." Zahira looked at him awkwardly, making the man understand if Zahira wanted him to come out immediately.

"I'm sorry Madam, if you need anything you can call me. I'm on the porch, under your room." He says respectfully.

"Yes." Yeah." Zahira puts down the water, opens the medicine and vitamins from the doctor after Teddy passes and closes the door again.

While on the road, Radit and Ricko are still busy chatting about work, until half the journey Radit asked to stop.

"Where are you going?" Ricko looked at Radit.

"I have to look at Zahira's situation." Radit replied with a serious face.

"All right, I can't drive you." Ricko agrees to drop him off on the road.

"No problem, anyway my car is still left in the cafe, I will ask someone to drive him to Zahira's house.

"alright. Happy fighting!" Ricko laughed at the young man.

"Thank you very much, including this one-night sentence" Radit replied laughing.

"I was young once too, the difference is I have a lot of ex-lovers." Ricko laughs broadly, closes the windshield of his car and drives away from Radit.

Radit looked to the right left where he was standing, hailing a taxi to get to the house of the woman who had never gone from the heart of a Raditya. Even the house and office were second to him, most importantly he should know Zahira's current state.

Anggara luxury house is a warm conversation after the conglomerate died. Not only is the location and the building expensive, but there is a woman who became a byword, a beautiful widow, young and made many men interested. No wonder when still alive Anggara always take care of him, even to ask Jia to learn martial arts to Japan just to keep the safety of his small family, especially Zahira beloved.

"Never leave my wife Jia."

As soon as the message that always ringed in Jia's ears, she always remembered it.

His sharp eyes opened, the new break was interrupted by the memory of the employer's message which made him always amazed. Jia got out of her sleep and opened the door.

"Why can't the door be opened?" Jia searched for the key by her bedside, until a while searching remained non-existent.

"Mrs!" He's starting to worry.