Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

296. Now you're my wife

Zahira did not budge, only letting Radit look at her face.

"But now you're my wife, I'm your husband" said Radit again stroking Zahira's face.

Zahira smiled slightly, watching the hopeful look of Raditya, the man was no less sincere in loving him as well.

"Am I less handsome than I can't take your world away?" Radit smiled and started to joke.

Zahira smiled broadly and hugged Raditya.

'I really envy the old man who has taken your heart, but I am also grateful for your presence again with the children in my life. It turned out that I had to share my love to get complete happiness Radit said in his heart.

'I was very selfish, wanting Mas Anggara to always be in my heart, but also wanting to have Radit by my side. The lost are always remembered, but the present must also be more appreciated. Do not come after him nothing new feels, and regret the time that passed in vain.'

"Get a baby, then sleep after" said Radit quietly, stroking Zahira's shoulder in his arms.

"Yes." Yeah." Zahira loosened her embrace.

"I'm helping you get rid of all this." Radit pointed at the decoration on Zahira's head.

Zahira nodded, began to sit in front of the mirror and took off one by one the trinkets on his head.

"It's complicated, but it looks pretty." Radit didn't let Zahira's hand get into trouble.

"That's how women are." Zahira saw Radit from the mirror before him, the handsome man started to remove the veil on his head.

"For me like this is prettier." Radit took off Zahira's hair-binding and let her loose.

Look at each other in the mirror and enjoy their faces there.

"I'm gonna take a shower." Zahira moved from her seat.

"Your mother's darling." Radit grabbed Zahira's shoulder and opened the back zipper.

"Thank you." said Zahira timidly because her smooth back was clearly visible.

"I want to come." Radit glanced at Zahira then the bathroom.

"You're over there. I need some time to clean my makeup." Zahira whined Radit into the other bathroom.

"Ah, why is this hotel providing two bathrooms, one should be more than enough."

"Not for now, I really don't want to be bothered." replied Zahira straight in and closed the door.

"Well, just this once!" shouts Radit standing in front of the bathroom.

"Yes." replied Zahira inside there making Radit giggle amusedly.

That afternoon they deliberately spend time just by resting. Both of them fell asleep until they did not feel the sun had started to move home to the contest.

"When she slept she looked beautiful." muttered Radit that afternoon, staring at Zahira's face in his arms, the endless corners of her lips attracted to the togetherness of the afternoon.

Not in vain eight years, waiting for this moment to arrive.

"Hem."

He squirmed, twitching in Raditya's arms.

"Later my wife woke up too" Radit said, peeping his forehead.

"It's late afternoon." Zahira glanced at the hotel wall clock.

"Too long idle, my arms cramp a little two hours into a pillow." Radit chuckles.

"Just two hours, what if it's all night?" Zahira pursed her lips.

"Not only did my arms cramp, but my waist as well." she chuckled again.

"Are you that old?"

"You regret it?" ask Zahira again.

"No, for I am first for you, and last forever."

Radit raised their hands and fused their fingers together, staring at every beauty Zahira had from the tip of her fingernails. And vice versa, Zahira likes when their palms are fused.

"We will always be like this." whispered Radit and then kissed Zahira's face.

Zahira nodded slowly, enjoying Radit's touch like the first new.

"I don't want any more distance between us." again he said half a whisper, enjoying the clarity of Zahira's eyes up close, getting closer and fused in the warmth that neither had felt for a long time.

True if the distance is still there even though it is invisible, but not after this. A warm union will erase everything, even if it does not expel the past.

"I love you so much Zahira, thank you for coming back."

Radit hugged her so tightly, enjoyed the fragrance of her unchanging body, her beauty was also undiminished, everything was still the same as the one inside Radit's brain since it first touched her.

"You're still the same as before, a little bit crazy" Zahira said between Raditya's arms that left her helpless.

"I'm always crazy to be with you." Radit laughed happily, but Zahira still remembered him.

"I'm getting hungry."

"I gave you so much."

"Raw...!" his whine was embarrassed by the words that teased him.

Radit again chuckled little watching the innocent body hiding behind the blanket, his embrace so soft, warm and delicious.

The following nights were always beautiful, decorated with smiles and laughter of his beloved woman. The blanket is no longer warm when the smooth skin of Zahira fused with sweat energetically.

Raditya's red lips are too busy lately, sucking and picking up the sweetness of love that has always been stored for a long time, now full of longing among whimpers and a melodious voice calling his name.

"You can't escape anymore" said Radit so proud to beat the wild Zahira movement.

"Radit." his whine was so spoiled, it was not even satisfied to hear his red lips move to say his name. Now repeated again, sounding melodious and creating a turmoil that soared, the craze did not give pause.

...***...

A week passed, both of them returned home with happiness and affection. Laughter and jokes did not escape with them all the way to David's house.

"Mother...!" his two sons shouted as Raditya's car entered the courtyard.

"Dear." Zahira came out and immediately hugged the two.

"Look at Uncle brought a lot of toys." Radit opened the back door.

"It's a lot of it." Satria let go of her mother's embrace and took so many toys.

"I miss Mom." Sadewa's whine still won't hug Zahira. They never stayed long.

"Mother misses you too, dear." Zahira kissed Sadewa's cheek repeatedly.

"Will you leave often?" sadewa asked a little spoiled, not usually he acted like that.

"No, just this once." Zahira promised him, of course it makes a mother's heart beat pain, especially because his departure is married again, with a husband other than his father.

"Sorry Uncle took your mother away, but Uncle promised never to do it again." Radit hugged her from behind.

"Next time I want to come." Satria hugged Radit from behind anyway.

"Of course you'll come along." replied Radit happily, enjoying those little hands coiling around his neck.

Stuck watching his two children, especially Sadewa who looked sensitive. Luckily Radit understood and always understood about Sadewa's feelings. If it wasn't Radit? Zahira nodded, unable to imagine it.