Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)
277. Strictly guarded
That morning, the warmth at the dining table was again created, David and Ayu staying at Zahira's house.
"Non's still sick, best postponed tomorrow to his office." Aunt Lastri is back.
"true." Ayu followed.
"I'm bored at home, and I can rest at work" he replied, continuing to eat breakfast.
"I'll be with you." Jia replied, she's done breakfast.
"You'd better be with the kids." replied Zahira.
"Hiko's with them, you don't have to worry." Jia did not want to be rejected.
"Alright, the kids are leaving with Grandpa. You guys done?" David mediates their conversation, as usual he is always excited.
"Here, I want to bring stock." Satria grabbed an apple.
"Sadiva too." Zahira took another apple and gave it to Sadewa.
"Thank you Mother." Sadewa hugged Zahira, Satria also did not want to miss getting his mother's embrace.
"Go, baby, Grandpa's waiting for you." Zahira kissed their cheeks in turn.
"Mom's Assalamualaikum." They set off, running towards David.
"I'll get the car ready." Jia walked forward first.
"It looks like you should go home for a while, Mama forgot something at home." Ayu laughed a little.
"I'm sorry to bother Mama" Zahira said staring at Ayu.
"There's no such thing as a bother, sweetheart, you're my daughter." Ayu held Zahira's hand.
"I'm like a blind man who lost a cane to walk. I trouble all of you after Mas Anggara is gone. I don't know what to be like? Even being myself I still feel useless." Zahira looked down sadly, the empty plate became the point of the object of his turmoil.
"It's just too soon for you, you're too young to feel this hard. But God is choosing you, son, we do not know what kind of gift you will get later, it could be that happiness comes after the difficulties have passed. It's not always sad you feel, it's all gonna take turns."
"Thank you Mama, I'm glad to have a mother like you." Zahira looked at that pure white face, she still looked beautiful when she was fifty years old.
"Mom is no less happy to have you, son." Ayu stroked Zahira's head.
"I'm leaving." Zahira moved after grabbing and pecking Ayu's hand, not to miss peeping her cheek.
"Be careful." Ayu reminded.
"Assalamualaikum Mama."
"Wa'alaikum salam Darling." Ayu replied as he moved away from the dinner table.
Outside looks still crowded, David's car has not passed from the fence of the house.
"What's wrong?" Zahira saw everyone gathered in front of the gate of his house.
"There's a lot of cops outside of Madam." Jia waited for Hiko who was talking to the Police.
Shortly after, Hiko approached the two beautiful women.
"Merry Sandra escaped, her mental state has not recovered but she is agile to run and hide." Hiko told me what the police were saying.
"Kids." Zahira looked at David's car.
"I'm with some people will watch over your son, you don't have to worry" Hiko said.
"I'll always be with you." Jia stared coldly, she remembered that the weapon used to finish Anggara had not been found until now.
"Mr Ricko asked them to keep an eye on the house" explained Hiko again, the Indo-Japanese-faced man turned towards the car behind David.
"Don't leave Satria and Sadewa." Zahira's pinta to Hiko raised her voice slightly.
The man turned around then bowed his body slightly.
"We're leaving Madam." Jia opens the car door for Zahira.
Zahira immediately entered, then their car drove along with David and Hiko's car in half the journey, then separated into Anggara's office.
"Is he still looking for me?" Zahira looked at the streets with worry.
"Maybe, could it be you or Mr. Radit. You two are all in his mind. The last time I saw him, he was shouting Mr. Radit's name, then angrily saying your name." Jia said, making Zahira more worried.
"Why should there be Merry Sandra in this world?" annoyed Zahira shook her head slowly.
"Even a living mosquito can create many jobs." Jia smiled slightly, her hands busy turning the wheel.
"I'm really tired of dealing with it. I don't know how to make it stop?" Zahira slightly pressed her words.
"His life must be paid for."
Of course it was only spoken in the heart of a Jia. His lips were silent his heart could not be silent, they had arrived at the office in Anggara's office.
"It looks like the office is also under guard." Zahira saw many bodyguards Ricky stood along the parking lot to the front door of his large office.
"Of course Madam, don't let him sneak in and harm you." Jia gets off with Zahira, gets into the office and makes sure everything is safe.
While elsewhere, Radit was also no less worried about hearing news about Merry Sandra. He was thinking about something at his desk.
"Did he see me yesterday when he ran away?" Radit muttered to himself. A moment later, he reached for a cell phone to contact someone.
"Hello!" the voice of someone across there.
"Have you sent replacement driver and bodyguard Zahira?" tanya Radit called Ricko.
"Yes, it's been since last night. The police are also on guard there" Ricko explained.
"All right." Radit took a breath, a little relieved.
"There's also a chance he'll meet you. You also have to be careful considering the weapons he used to finish Anggara we have not found. He could've kept it and taken it again to kill you or Zahira."
"I know, only I'm worried about Zahira and the kids." Radit explained what was on his mind.
"I'm trying to keep everything. Just pray that your ex-wife is found soon." Ricko insinuated Radit again.
"I'm offended." Radit laughed a little.
There was laughter across there. Ricko really has his own penchant for loting someone, even Anggara did not escape the annoying words from him at that time.
Radit ended his phone call. A little calm, he returned to work today, until the afternoon later he would be worried again. Of course the drowning of the eyes of the day will increase one's worries, even more so is the danger or life.
"Madam, we should just go home, continue tomorrow because it's already early afternoon." Jia glanced at the clock on her wrist, at 17:00.
"Yes, just I need to read some files." Zahira compiled the file that her secretary had given her.
"Then you just take it home." Jia proposed.
Zahira nodded, stacking some files and putting them into one large map.
Again her beautiful eyes were disturbed by a file that had been on her desk for several weeks. It says the name Raditya Jovanka. His wiggly hands took the file because curiosity often approached him when he was always looking but could not be read.
