Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

290. How are you doing, Mas?

At the house of Ayra, their story is still complicated, a Reza has not succeeded in conquering Ayra.

"Why are you coming?" Ayra was scolding Reza in the morning by noon.

"Yes I'm coming, if I don't come I'll be bored." Reza continued to step towards the second floor.

"I want to rest." annoyed Ayra towards her room.

"I want to accompany you." Reza went into Ayra's room first.

"I can't rest if you come in!" upset Ayra again.

"We're not going to do anything, I'm just sitting by the window, or the balcony." Reza pulled a chair near the window.

Ayra again stepped out, but Reza held back her delicate hand.

"Deliver!" Ayra tried to let go of her hand.

Reza locked the door and took the key.

"Don't fuck around." Ayra was starting to get scared, her pale face looked like it was going to cry.

"No, I'm not gonna hurt you. I won't do anything either." Reza said slowly, as much as possible to show a good attitude to Ayra.

Ayra took a step back, but Reza pulled and hugged her. Ayra tried to escape but free, sturdy hands and a gallant body like Reza can not be lost with the energy of pregnant women who are not much.

"I'm Ayra" he said shaking.

Reza further tightened his embrace, the guilt was present in the deepest heart of a Reza. "I know, you're Ayra who's pregnant with my son. Our son." replied Reza quietly.

Is it because he is a jerk, so a sentence can thrill Ayra? Ayra tries to resist, but somehow Reza's embrace gets warmer and makes her feel comfortable.

"We're married" Reza said again in the hair-covered ear.

For a moment no fighting, no answers. Reza looked at the face hiding in his chest.

"Ayra, we're getting married" she repeated.

"Do you need my answer or just tell?" ayra asked annoyed, choosing to sit in bed because she had no choice, out of the room certainly could not.

"That's right, I don't need an answer. We're getting married soon, I'm gonna propose to your mom and dad. When are we going back to London?" tanya Reza sat down next to Ayra.

"Honestly, I don't want to marry you" Ayra replied, throwing her eyes out the window.

"But I want to." said Reza made Ayra turn her head, looking at the handsome face of her cousin's lover.

Looking at each other as close as this makes time stop for a moment, their eyeballs meet as if they are looking for and dive into the contents of each other's hearts.

Zahira said, Ayra is perfect. Her face was smooth with sexy lips, only slightly pale because she was pregnant with her child. His eyes were brownish of European descent, his skin smooth and beautiful.

The corner of Reza's lips was attracted a little, she started to like it.

...***...

Such is the longing that never left despite a lot of time passed, Zahira sat looking at the tomb of Anggara which was full of flowers on it. Fresh flowers whose fragrance also smelled into the tapered nose of Zahira.

"How are you?" she said slowly, her tears also fell down, stopping when it touched the veil line that wrapped up to the bottom of her face.

"I will never forget, never forget how you loved me, until your life you gave for me."

Zahira paused for a moment, adjusting the breathing that again felt tight.

"But I also have to pay for the happiness that I have earned through the hands of Papa and Mama. Paying for the suffering of Radit who was also tormented for loving me." Her tears grew louder.

"And sometimes I also think that if our togetherness is a form of prayer from my mother, maybe first Mother also wants you to be happy but does not know how. At that time, my mother chose Dad and loved him."

"Surely, to me you are the best man in the world."

Zahira cried again, until a rush above the tomb of Anggara, venting longing and various kinds of flavors that are difficult to explain. Including remembering the words he had said when Anggara was still alive.

'You will never forget me, especially when you see our two sons, you will always remember me, even though you will remarry.'

At that time Zahira was struggling spoiled, hugging and whining to Anggara. 'Why do I have to marry again?'

Anggara's laughter was so loose back then, 'Because I'm old darling, I can't always be with you forever.'

Zahira was crying more and more, until as much as he had and swollen his eyes and lips.

Of course there is nothing Jia can do if it is like that. On the day that started at noon, Jia could only stand with an umbrella in her hand. His sharp eyes were also dewy, so a clear grain also fell and he immediately removed it. Taking a deep breath so that his chest did not become claustrophobic, Jia could not become a crybaby.

"If I could choose, I'd like to come with you Mas." said Zahira again, he still sobbed bitterly.

"It's noon, madam." Jia sat down and spoke softly after Zahira's cries began to subside.

Zahira rubbed her tears until she was unresponsive, rearranged her breathing and tried not to cry anymore.

His delicate hands stretched out, hugging Anggara's meal longingly. Breathing deeply withholds the cries and hearts that are increasingly unreasonable because of the love that is still very big.

"I love you Mas, always love you." whispered then immediately stood up, and walked without turning his head again, Zahira walked first with tears back down.

"We're going straight home, ma'am?" jia asked making Zahira's move stop back.

Instead of answering, Zahira turned back to Anggara's tomb, then smiled slightly with tears.

Jia no longer asked, just escorting her into the car, they left the place in silence.

After a while, their car arrived at David's house. Jia went down first to open the car door for Zahira who suddenly drowned because of crying Anggara.

Zahira walked in with slow steps, but stopped as someone stood in front of Zahira, making the lowered face look up at her.

His eyes are swollen, Radit knows exactly what makes Zahira cry, even that makes Radit feel guilty.

"I'm sorry Zahira." said Radit for the umpteenth time, the words always slide away.

Zahira shook her head slowly, her clear eyes looking at Raditya.

"You can still visit it later, tomorrow, or so on." Radit smiled warmly, comforting a heart that was still sad even though it was tucked in jealousy in his heart.

"Yes." replied Zahira softly, her red lips smiling faintly.

Radit turned to look at Jia, the stiff and flat-faced woman was just as silent as ever.