Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

284. We're at peace

Not long after, a man with a lot of fur on his face, but it was neater at this time, maybe Satria's speech made him change, neat will make him more handsome.

He headed to where Jia was sitting waiting with his shoulders looking high in one section, the bandage has not been separated even though it can be covered with a slightly loose shirt.

Akbar lowered his head slightly greeting her gently. A tough and hard woman does not mean that she does not like the tenderness of a man.

"Hey." she said slowly looking at Jia's pretty face.

Jia looked up so their eyes met.

"Sorry I just came." Akbar sat down crouching before Jia.

"It's okay, yesterday you came to the hospital." Jia smiled slightly, the look on the female eagle's eyes was now dim and soft.

"Is it finished?" ask Akbar again.

"Already" he replied briefly, she was not the type of woman who was cheerful, let alone joking. Even if joking and talking a lot it is only to the closest people.

Sixteen years old she was already working with Anggara, at that time there was construction on the B city Villa project, and Jia needed a job to connect her life because her mother was a widow. The penchant for learning martial arts and not wanting to be bullied made him quite tough and trustworthy. At that time, Anggara was young, many women were chasing him and that Anggara was very dislike. The rich man took Jia with him, and admitted that Jia was his younger brother. Smart sister, don't let women sit next to Anggara. From then on they became closer and took him home to learn martial arts and then Zahira came.

"Hopefully everything passes quickly, we'll get married next month. I'm so impatient." Akbar teased Jia with his mischievous smile.

"What about your parents?" Jia has never met them, considering they prefer abroad.

"Papa has come home, Mama will also follow the day after tomorrow." replied Akbar slightly raised his eyebrows, of course Jia did not know if his father was also here even earlier.

"Oh." Jia looked down, avoiding Akbar's gaze which made him go awry.

"Hey!" Radit came out of the room, approaching akbar with his tangled hair.

"How's it?" Akbar.

"Still need a process, maybe a couple of weeks." Radit sat down.

"Hopefully sooner, I don't want you guys to stay here. You know I'm getting married." Akbar sat down beside Jia.

"I don't want to be here either. You know, Zahira's going back home. Maybe not every day." Radit smiled delusively.

"You haven't given up yet. He even fantasized." Akbar chuckles.

"I have a fitting object to fantasize about." Radit laughed too.

"I'm afraid you're going crazy." Akbar.

"I've been crazy before, and it's because of him." Radit leaned back and smiled. But then he stopped, thinking of something. "But why he didn't come, shouldn't he see my situation, Jia's state as well."

"Maybe he's busy, you forgot he's the big boss?"

"At least come out for a moment to see myself, I'm here for defending him." Radit grumbled to himself.

Jia only gave a smile, trying to focus on the one-colored wall, she would not comment.

"You feel like a hero, you should be more humble to get the woman of your dreams! Patience and no hurry." Akbar.

"likeyou? Lucky Jia quickly realized it, otherwise you'd be an old virgin." Radit licks his cousin.

"Enough! I'm nervous." Radit's upset he won't laugh.

"That's your problem, I'm not in it." Akbar was getting more and more tickled.

"May I use your phone?" Jia spoke to Akbar who was engrossed in laughter.

"May you darling." Akbar replied making Radit even more upset.

Finally Jia laughed too, albeit only a little. The skinny woman took the phone from Akbar's hand. He wants to contact someone.

"Wa'alaikum greetings Madam" she replied in a flat voice.

Radit grabbed the phone from Jia's hand, he wanted to hear what Zahira was talking about.

"Is it finished?" zahira asked, not getting an answer. "I'm on my way there." his voice came back.

Radit only smiled faintly, neither answered nor returned the phone to Jia.

"It's weird." murmured Jia saw Radit's suddenly bright face.

"Let it go, we're not getting into his strangeness." Akbar embraced Jia a little.

While elsewhere, Ayra was sitting in the garden of the two-story house, only paying attention to the flowers that are quite old, but still beautiful because they are always in care. Fountains pouring out in small circles add freshness to the eye's gaze.

"Non, here's the food" said the 40-year-old woman, since Ayra lived there, she hired a woman younger than her old aunt to help and take care of her needs.

"Thank you." Ayra took out a plate containing a considerable amount of fruit pieces. Lately he likes a slightly sour taste.

He did not know behind him was already standing a strapping man with a handsome and fresh face. Of course Reza does not want to appear like a beggar in front of Ayra. The man watched Ayra's movements without being missed. Her face is beautiful, soft and smooth. His body is full but looks weak without power, he is having severe cravings lately. Not wanting to eat and drink, only certain types of fruit can be eaten by him.

His red lips looked tantalizing when chewing the fruit for the second time. But not for long, he felt nauseous.

"Let me help." the voice and hands that suddenly embraced him made the nausea disappear instantly.

"How did you get in?" Ayra stood up pushing Reza's hand which slightly hugged her.

"I got access from Zahira" Reza replied not with a proud and angry face. He came in a different way this time.

"Go, I want to rest." Ayra leaves Reza inside the house in a hurry, of course Reza is after her and will not let go of the woman who is pregnant with her child.

"Wait for Ayra." pinta Reza continues to accompany Ayra's steps towards the Second floor.

"i want to rest, are you deaf?" Ayra scolded him, stopped for a moment in the middle of the stairs and then went back up.

"I'm not deaf, I'm not blind either" Reza said as she stepped on the second floor.

"Then what?" Ayra still looks cynical.

"I want us to make peace." Reza stared into the face of the woman who was going to be the mother of her child.

"It's too late, and you better go home. I don't need your presence."