Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

Ameera and Dad

When the voice of the Adhan reverberated, there was also a subtle sound typical of baby girls, his little hands twitched and disturbed the father's deep sleep. His little finger felt smooth touching Raditya's nose and cheeks, making the closed eyes immediately open.

"Oh honey, you're awake" said Radit hugging a tiny body in front of him.

"Aaaaaaa.aa." her voice sounded again as if it understood what her father was talking about.

Radit smiled at the tiny, delicate and beautiful face, how amazed he was by the grace God had given him.

Looked again at how beautiful Zahira was when she fell asleep. He must be tired, staying up until midnight.

Warm hands outstretched rubbed the beautiful face of his wife, the happy smile was never released again since the arrival of Zahira to the house, until he returned to be his wife and now got a beautiful daughter.

The door is knocked from the outside.

"Come on, baby." replied Radit, knowing who's coming.

"Uncle is Ameera awake?" tanya Satria and Sadewa are still complete with typical sleepwear both.

"It has. You guys just stay here." Radit patted Ameera left and right, so that his two sons could get close and play with Ameera.

"Look, he's so funny." Sadewa held her small feet that moved agilely, even kicking Sadewa's hand.

"He looks like me." Satria watched Ameera for a long time.

"Right, but there's nothing similar to me" Sadewa said slightly disappointed.

"Your face is very rare." Satria is teasing her twin sister.

"I'm handsome like Dad." he replied proudly.

"I'm also handsome!" Satria will not lose.

"Who said it?" tanya Sadewa replied to Satria.

"Mother." she replied making Sadewa laugh out loud.

"Why are you laughing?" satria asked, not caring, he seemed to be holding Ameera's hand.

"Of course all mothers will say their son is handsome." Sadewa was still chuckling amusedly.

"You can't believe it, just look at it I'll be more handsome than you." sorry to see Sadewa still laughing.

"Uncle's kids are good-looking." Radit had just finished praying and listened to Satria and Sadewa speak. "Sadeva is very handsome, just like your father. Everyone admitted it, Uncle was jealous of your father. And Satria is handsome like your mother, exactly like your Grandpa. You know, your dad used to be so jealous of your Grandpa. He's handsome and arrogant."

"really?" The two stared at Radit until their mouths opened.

"True, if you don't believe you can just ask Grandpa." Radit continued.

"That means just a pretty little sister here." Satria was no longer upset.

"She's the most beautiful." The two get along.

"It's a lot." The typical sound of waking up, Zahira squirms and opens her eyes.

"You still sleepy?" tanya Radit stroked Zahira's head.

"No, it's better." Zahira grabbed her two sons, hugging and inhaling a distinctive scent on their backs.

"Mom tired?" satria turned her head and held her mother's cheek.

"No dear, it's common. Just like Mom took care of you when you were little. Tired but happy." Zahira kisses Satria's little hand.

"I love you" said Satria, who was lying in her arms hugging her mother.

"Mother too." Zahira laughed out loud with a warm hug from her son.

He still wants to be spoiled, in the hug and the darling. So did Radit who did not want to miss sharing his affection for Sadewa, he seemed more sensitive and thirsty for the affection of a father.

Not once twice he mentioned and always told about his father, it makes Radit sad. Although sometimes tucked in jealousy, but again remember how the great man sacrificed his life for Zahira.

"I can what?" so Radit sometimes resigned.

That's how life is sometimes required to be sincere even though it is difficult even can not. Without Anggara, Zahira would not exist, without Anggara Satria and Sadewa, without Satria and Sadewa, Ameera would not exist.

It is impossible to remove the traces that have been carved and split in the heart of Zahira, also the wound that had gaping even though in the sewing will not be intact as before. The only way is to try not to repeat it.

As the days passed, the months and years went by. Loving someone who loves someone else is sick.

But what Zahira saw was not like that, her heart was divided.

One side to eternal love. It was appropriate after what was passed.

And one side he also loved Radit as a husband, first love and a very sincere figure. Raised together until fate restores itself, aging with Raditya.

"Darling, look Ameera can walk."

Radit's voice sounded happy in their days, unceasingly loving and loving everyone.

"He looks just like you."

zahira's laughter was no less happy in their days, watching how the growth and development of a daughter of their love fruit.

"Blessed, you have a beautiful daughter."

Radit leaned and lifted the tiny body very high.

"I'm also very happy to see you happy Radit." said Zahira in between their laughter.

"Thank you, darling." Radit hugged the two so tightly, watching the sunny afternoon in the courtyard of the house where they grew up.

"We're not in the hug?" shouted the two boys who were tired of playing, approaching with sweat pouring out.

"You smell so bad!" Radit scrunched his nose, teasing the handsome boys.

They don't care, keep hugging until their sweat sticks to Radit and Zahira's faces.

"Ah, Honey. It's wet and smelly." said Zahira, stroking her second hair that looked like it had run out of a bath.

They did not care to keep hugging, their tired breaths were heard hunting.

"Uncle, tomorrow morning everyone will bring their parents. We participated in the math competition between schools in Indonesia. Are you able to come for_" Sadewa's speech was cut off and looked like she was thinking.

"Uncle will come with your mother. You don't have to worry about anything." replied Radit understood the concerns of his two sons.

Until the next day.

The race had started but Radit had not yet arrived, only Zahira seemed to have occupied the invitation seat.

"We have to win." replied Satria understood the worries of her twin brother.

Sadewa.

Sure enough they managed to win the race, they looked happy but the eyes of both were looking for the presence of Radit.

"What do you see, baby?" asked Zahira to hug her two sons.

"Uncle Radit didn't come." they answered with a bent face.

"Who said Uncle didn't come?"

Radit was already standing behind them, with a fluffy and handsome smile.

Satria and Sadewa hugged her so tightly.

"Thank you Dad." said Sadewa slowly.

Radit hugged the two Anggara children tightly, his narrow eyes slightly blurred to hear the call he never asked.