Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

291. Start falling in love.

"You're going to be my cousin's brother, so make it a habit not to strain like that" Radit told Jia.

"Yes" he replied, just nodding.

Zahira laughed a little, really the attitude of the bodyguard was very funny. It has not yet melted away when dealing with outsiders.

"Dad, was he like that when he was with Akbar?" Radit returned to Jia.

"No, he's not like that. Jia is kind and warm when it is near." replied Zahira defending Jia.

"Remember, you're a sister-in-law! Zahira is also a sister to you." said Radit again.

"No, Satria and Sadewa are my sisters. Our relationship is clearer." Jia replied flatly.

"You think my relationship with Akbar is unclear?" Radit's angry at the girl.

"What's wrong with you, why are you mad at him?" Ayu came to mediate.

"She said my relationship with Akbar was unclear." Radit pointed at Jia.

"No, it's not like that! It means that Akbar and Mas Anggara's relationship is closer, so Jia chose such a relationship." Zahira.

"That's it, that's important we're all family." Ayu invited Jia to sit in the living room.

"Your navy blue clothes are silver, we're ordering matching colors" Ayu told Jia.

"Isn't everything designed for all families?" jia asked staring at Ayu.

"really? Then we just have to try it. I need to call your mother-in-law." Ayu grabbed her phone.

Radit did not interfere with the conversation of his mother and Jia, instead pulling Zahira's hand to stay away.

"What's wrong?" ask Zahira slowly.

"No one, just wanted to talk to you alone." Radit took her to the backyard.

"Speak what?" asked Zahira still not excited, his heart was left in the tomb Anggara.

"Talk about Ayra" replied Radit opening his phone screen, pressing a few buttons then showing it to Zahira.

"Look, they're getting along." Radit approached Zahira and looked at the screen together.

For a moment Zahira was silent to see the togetherness of Ayra and Reza, remembering when the man accompanied the sad days when Anggara left.

"Thank God, I think he's starting to like Ayra" Zahira said later.

"Yes, Ayra deserves to be liked and loved." replied Radit made Zahira look over.

"You like Ayra too?" zahira asked without blinking to look at Radit.

"Me?" tanya Radit pointed to herself.

"Yes, didn't you look impatient yesterday to see Brother too? Don't tell me you're in love with her, too?" staring fully in search.

Radit chuckled this time, kept his phone back and sat opposite Zahira.

"I knew Ayra was pregnant at the time, and I was suspicious of Reza because she had also come to Grandma's house" Radit said, enjoying Zahira's bending face.

"really? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because you still hate me back then, I can only look at you and look after you from afar. Can't talk this close, let alone touch you." replied Radit again staring in admiration Zahira.

"But not anymore, I don't hate you." Zahira plays a cell phone on the garden table.

"I knew. Looks like we're going back to a time when I knew you weren't my brother, but you considered me your sister. You indulge as you please, whereas I have to hold back my feelings with all my heart. That's a very torturous thing."

"But differently, now we're starting over, and I've got Satria and Sadewa."

"But for me the same, I have to go back to fighting to get your love like I used to. I fell in love first." Radit stroked Zahira's finger playing on the table.

"Of course it's still the same, nothing has changed even though the world is different. I still love you, always and forever will."

The two looked at each other and smiled, even though his heart was not intact, but Radit made him comfortable.

"We're getting married in three weeks, after Akbar and Jia."

"That's too fast!" Zahira widened her eyes.

"For me too long, you remember I'm not the kind of guy who's so patiently waiting for legitimate words to hug you all night."

"You're still a pervert!" Zahira shuddered in horror at the time when Radit was so crazy, not allowing himself to rest.

"I think you still remember that." Radit accidentally teases Zahira, then laughs happily to see Zahira's red face.

"No, I don't remember." annoyed Zahira threw her gaze in the other direction.

"Well, I'll remind you later." Radit kept teasing her.

...***...

The day Jia and Akbar's wedding had arrived, Jia's calm face began to loosen as the legitimate words were spoken simultaneously from the invitations.

Decorating smiles from both sides of the family, Zahira was no exception who fully hugged Jia so tightly.

"Thank you Madam, you're standing as my family" Jia said in tears.

"I'm just standing as a family, you're standing betting your life for me Jia. Of course it's not much."

They hugged for so long.

"I will always be with you." Jia replied between sobs.

"As a family." whispered Zahira again.

Everyone gathered that day, including Ayra and Reza Mahendra.

Ayra's unusual appearance makes the man more attached not to let go even for a moment.

"Can't you just stay away, I'm not comfortable getting too close like this." Ayra pushed Reza's waist away.

"No, I don't want to be away from you. Look at your clothes, why they're so open in that part." Reza pointed at Ayra's chest which looked slightly open.

"It's normal! I think your brain is in trouble." Ayra pursed her lips.

"Of course, I've been there. How could I not be agitated when that part of you showed it to someone else." Reza pointed at Ayra's chest.

"No need to wear your index finger!" annoyed Ayra brushed off Reza's hand and lowered it.

"Alright, then just use your lips." Reza began to mischievously wrap her arms as if she wanted to hug Ayra.

"Basic pervert." Ayra stood up from her seat, provoking the eyes of some people who were sitting not far from them.

Reza smiles victorious, stands up and takes Ayra in and out of her car.

"Where are we going?" ayra asked still very upset.

"Go home" replied Reza, opening the car door.

"But the show is not finished yet." Ayra pointed at the party still crowded.

"Let it be, rather than more men glancing at your chest." Reza asked Ayra to sit carefully.

"Nobody looks at my chest, it's you who always glances there." Ayra threw away her gaze, unwilling to look at the handsome face of Reza who was increasingly ignorant looking at her.

"Before people see it, it would be nice if I were to witness it."

"You shouldn't always look in that direction, you know that's rude!" angered Ayra again, her red lips pursed further and made the male squash beside her.