Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

289. Still remembered

"Mama knows." I really cried this time. The happiness finally came too, approached and became theirs.

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That morning, the sun was present earlier than usual, the changes of the moon and year made the position and the sun seemed to shift in the eyes of the inhabitants of this old earth.

Ayra woke up from a sudden sleep more soundly than usual, nausea was also not so pronounced.

"What's changed? Yesterday I only ate fruit and milk." he muttered to himself, he went to the window whose curtain had not been opened.

"It seems like it's fun down there." he muttered again, looking at the back garden where Auntie was sweeping away the fallen mango leaves.

Ayra opened the door, and stepped out. But how surprised he was when he saw a familiar figure already standing in front of the door. He smiled, his eyes looked at Ayra's face without blinking, it seemed like Reza had long since stood up and was deliberately waiting for Ayra to come out.

"Good morning, son of Papa" he said bending over and touching Ayra's stomach, of course the owner retreated and was surprised.

Ayra avoided Reza who was now back straight and looked at her pale face.

"I'm sorry, but he's my son, isn't he?" Reza tried to be gentle, trying to make her comfortable.

Ayra passed by without speaking. After all Reza can't be spoken to, he'll come and go as he pleases, even if he's kicked out he won't care. Access from Zahira and Radit put the man in charge of their Grandma's house.

"Ayra." call him when he's on the ground floor.

Ayra did not reply, only headed for the kitchen to pick up something she could eat.

"Non what are you going to eat?" tanya Aunty saw Ayra standing in the kitchen in a daze.

"I'm hungry Bi" he said slowly.

Behind her Reza continued to follow, standing up and hearing what Ayra said.

"Yes, but what would Non eat? Auntie's afraid of Non vomiting again." Aunt looks worried.

"Anything Bi, just take it out everything including the food you eat." Reza replied and approached Auntie.

"Good sir." Aunt nodded.

Sure enough, Bibi brought out everything including simple rural cuisine.

"I want to eat this one Bi." Ayra pointed at the spicy kale stir fry.

"But this is spicy Non." said Aunt worried.

"Eat, I'll accompany you." Reza grabbed the plate and put it in front of Ayra, obeying what she was wanting.

If that love doesn't exist yet, perhaps the affection is already present in Reza's heart. True Radit said at the time, 'If you don't love his mother, you will love your child one day.'

That morning, Ayu was already impatiently waiting for Zahira to come down from her room, many times the fifties woman turned her head up, it could be said she was anxious to see Zahira soon, he finally decided to go up and meet her.

The door of her room was still closed, making Ayu hesitate to knock on her door. The habit of waking up a little bit makes Ayu smile.

"Mama?" Radit came out of his room, saw Ayu standing on the balcony with her hands raised in doubt.

"Mama_" Ayu was a little misbehaved.

"He's not awake yet." Radit smiled widely, then left Ayu down to the ground floor to meet the children.

"Dear." Ayu called Zahira, waiting since then back knocking.

The door opened from the inside, slowly looking Zahira was already wearing neat clothes.

"Where are you going?" Ayu looked again at Zahira's clothes from top to toe.

"Come on Mama, I just want to go for a little while with Jia." Zahira invited Ayu to sit on her soft bed.

"Where are you going?" ask Ayu slowly.

"Just want to visit the tomb." replied Zahira no less slowly.

Ayu took her breath, understanding Zahira's current mood. However, their togetherness for seven years is not a short time, so long Anggara also loves him very much.

"Mama can take you." Ayu looked at that sad face.

"I'm with Jia Mama, next week she's getting married. I'm picking up the kids." Zahira

"Okay, honey, it doesn't matter." Ayu slightly smiled and grabbed Zahira's delicate hand.

Her phone rang, Jia's name on her screen. "It looks like Jia is already waiting downstairs."

"We'd better get down. And maybe tomorrow we should also buy some clothes to attend Akbar's wedding. After they get married, you guys should catch up." Ayu stroked Zahira's face.

Zahira was slightly stunned to hear it. 'Radit told Mama.'

The days seemed so fast passing, even the young age barely passed when counting the years that changed. Just the position is still in the same place, watching many people who come and go, including life that always changes. Some are born and some die away, the new will replace the past, the new will also pass.

Suddenly, Zahira felt that she had lived long enough.

"What's the matter, ma'am?" jia asked as she glanced at Zahira smiling faintly between daydreams along the way.

"I just feel that we have aged too much, and passed with a lot of stories. Like my marriage to Mas Anggara, so sweet she came into my life, and left with memories that will never be replaced with anything." Zahira smiled in memory of him.

"Yes, that's it. The most beautiful often come for a while, and we can't choose what kind of destiny we will live" Jia replied as she continued to focus on driving.

"I'm going to marry Radit."

Jia turned her head quickly, for a moment then returned to the road ahead.

"Life is so weird." Zahira smiled wryly.

"It's best, because living alone you can't. Your responsibilities are so great, madam."

"Come on, but I've decided everything. But honestly, my love didn't come back completely. My heart was already divided Jia, and most of it was Mas Anggara." her eyes were a little teary.

"I know Madam, Mr. Anggara deserves that. But Mr. Radit also deserves you, his love is no less than what you have, and he sincerely accepts to love your children. You know, sometimes we live to pay off debt, whether it's our parents' debt, or the debt we were in when we met before. And we'll go home after everything's paid off."

Jia continued to stare at the streets, she felt the same even though the story was different. Anggara's kindness makes it impossible to ignore Zahira and the children just like that.

So Zahira was thinking, everything went hand in hand. Starting from the story of his parents, then he was raised by David and Ayu. Isn't that all related?

Zahira took a breath, indeed his life which turned 27 years old is complicated and winding.

Hoping that everything changes with time, always sad is useless, especially if you have to cry Anggara, he certainly does not like.