Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

287. The same proposal

Radit chases and pulls Zahira's arm on the doorstep of her room.

"I see, our position is different." Zahira did not avoid Raditya's gaze.

"Can you obey your heart? I don't want you to suffer because you think about other people. Even your suffering has just ended." Radit did not stop looking at Zahira's face.

"I'm here because of my heart, I want to go home and live with Papa and Mama." without tears.

Radit's not budging. 'If only you were here because love is still there.'

"Yes, it'll be better." Radit walked towards his room, his steps slow and heavy. Wanting to say he was still hopeful, but afraid Zahira was back to leave.

"I don't want to leave this house" Zahira said suddenly a little louder.

Radit breathed increasingly heavy. He turned around and made sure that the woman who was speaking said solemnly.

"I don't want to be separated from Papa and Mama, either_"

"Also what?" Radit came back close to Zahira, even very close this time.

"Juga_" Zahira did not continue his words.

Her pretty face looked nervous, occasionally biting her own lower lip.

Radit grabbed the linked hand and grabbed it.

"We're not little Zahira anymore, even when we were a dozen years old I proposed to you in earnest. You'll know if you live with an ex-husband for whatever reason it's not good."

Zahira shrieked even more, it seemed like this time Zahira would be completely expelled, as soon as her mind spoke.

"We are also not young people who do not know what it feels like to be close to the opposite sex, of course when close to you I want to touch you. Just like when we were together, I couldn't possibly endure this situation forever."

"I just_"

"The feeling in my heart never changes Zahira, but if I have to hold on forever I can't."

Radit paused for a moment, letting the woman before him think and set the mood.

"What does it mean you want me to go?" zahira asked slowly and slightly flattened.

"I don't want to either." Raditya replied still in his position.

Zahira looked at him confusedly, pulling her delicate fingers from Radit's hand.

"Radit, I know you're not entirely at fault in our separation. Even Mas Anggara at that time had said that I still had a chance to survive. Just circumstances convinced me to leave."

Zahira faces the balcony again, looking at the vast sky with stars scattered over it.

"Whatever it is I remain guilty, you experience many things because of me." Radit just looked at Zahira's back.

"Honestly, the painful separation between us carves another love in my heart, my husband. The father of the children who is currently strengthening me."

Radit only listened this time.

"If I love you like I used to, I may not be able to, but to be your wife again I can."

Those narrowed eyes suddenly widened perfectly, looking for what he had just heard, thinking over and over again was he just mishearing?

Suddenly Radit's heart was racing, with breath piled up as if lazy to blow.

"Za,,,"

He doesn't even know what to say.

"I want to be your wife again if you're still willing, otherwise I'll stay away. After Satria and Sadewa have two weeks off, I will stay at the top with the children, so that I do not disturb" he said after gathering all the courage to look into Raditya's eyes.

'It turns out their closeness all this time was just a false hope, he didn't really mean it.'

"All right, I gotta rest." Zahira tried to be fine, even though her heart was shrinking.

Hiding in her room was the best option, rather than holding back the embarrassment of having already proposed to Raditya. His face was hot and certainly pink, lucky night that was a little dim because the balcony lights had not been turned on.

Zahira passed into his room, leaving Radit still standing stiff.

"Maybe he has a choice." Zahira leaned behind the door regulating her breathing.

"It's very embarrassing." Zahira covered her face towards the bathroom, cooling both sides of her cheeks with water.

Of course in there he was also regretting his words, several times looking at the mirror and set his breath to be calmer and able to sleep soundly. He finally got out in the 20th minute.

"Roman!" Zahira held onto her chest as the man she had in mind was instead standing inside her room.

Radit approached Zahira without speaking, his eyes not removing the face of the beautiful woman.

"I'm not being serious." Zahira tried to cover up her nervousness, it was impossible to go back into the bathroom and hide.

The big hand suddenly pulled his body into the embrace, Radit gave no room for Zahira to refuse or speak though.

His embrace was warm but did not feel pleasant because Zahira's own heart was not careless, did not even understand the meaning of Raditya's current treatment.

"Roman!" Zahira pushed Radit's chest away.

"Be quiet" he said, explaining nothing, but getting closer and enjoying the smell of a simple hijab covering Zahira's beautiful hair.

"I can't breathe" he said slowly.

Radit smiled and slightly loosened his embrace. "Is it like this still breathing?" radit half-whispered.

"You mustn't hug me." a little bit of a lie, if he's getting comfortable right now.

"Just a moment."

Suddenly Radit's breath became claustrophobic considering everything that had passed. Almost eight years they were apart, it shouldn't be a long time, but there were a lot of tears in it.

"I'm sorry Zahira." Radit said very slowly.

"For what?" zahira asked no more.

"For everything you've been through" replied Radit liking the position of his chin over Zahira's ears.

"That's the fate we have to live Radit, not your fault or mine. I'm late to realize that everything I feel is the same as what you feel. When I am between life and death, you are also in a suffering that I may not be able to handle. I lost my husband, you lost me. I shouldn't blame you."

"I deserve to be blamed for not being able to look after my wife." Radit increasingly sucked in the fragrant aroma of the light purple veil.

"We were still immature at the time" replied Zahira arranging her speech, hoping but unwilling to be seen, such was a woman.

"And now we are very mature. I won't repeat the same mistake."

Radit let go of his embrace for a moment.

"Marry me Zahira, I can't stand touching you. Accept me to think that you are no longer a sin to me."

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