Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

31. Begging to be touched

"Radit, watch what you say!" Merry grew increasingly emotional and threw a pillow towards Radit standing up.

"You should take care of yourself, not beg to be touched and not provoke foul speech from others." Radit grabbed Merry's shorts and reached into his pants pocket, eventually he got the key to the room. Radit immediately opened the door and left Merry who was still shouting annoyedly at his name, the girl threw a rampage of throwing things with emotion, Radit did not care.

With a chaotic feeling Radit stepped into the car, the handsome face looked disheveled, immediately started the car and drove as fast as possible. On the way Radit looked very upset and angry, his face flushed red with the occasional hand clenching and hitting the steering wheel. Until finally he pulled his car away for a moment in a quiet corner, Radit rubbed his face rough.

"What have I done?" Radit held tightness in his chest, subconsciously the tears of a man fell dripping down both sides of his cheeks. Radit was really sorry that he had come to the house, he really did not expect that something disgusting would happen and would definitely destroy his marriage if Zahira found out.

"Zahira." It resists sadness. The shadow with his beloved wife was clearly plastered haunting his mind, his laughter that always made Radit happy, his powerful attitude that Radit had always liked. The good times they had gone through in Malaysia when Zahira still considered him a sister, so Radit held back that feeling until Zahira came home first and found out that they were not brothers. When Radit first hugged him that night before Zahira accepted his proposal, a hug that was only fleeting but made Radit more agitated to hold back the passionate love that disturbed his soul.

"I'm sorry Zahira darling." His tears were flowing and sobbing so deeply that he shook his sturdy shoulders. Long until the sobs began to subside, Radit began to think where he would drive the vehicle. Want to go home soon but he was so afraid to look at the beautiful face of the beloved, how to deal with it, how to hide all this or should be honest and see he was hurt?

"No!"

"Never will I say this, I don't want to lose Zahira, I don't want to." Radit muttered to himself. Many times Radit hit the steering wheel in front of him, until it felt free.

Until he decided to go home. "Radit." call Zahira, she was so happy to see Radit coming into the living room and see her husband was fine.

Zahira approached and wanted to immediately embrace the warm body she had always longed for. But unlike usual Radit held Zahira not to approach. The girl was shocked, gaping in disbelief, her tiny lips slightly opened with a disappointed face.

"So I was helping people pass out on the street, I'd better take a shower first." Radit soon passed leaving Zahira who was still opening both of his hands.

"It's weird" he said, the red lips pursed. Eventually, Radit enters their room.

"Radrite." Zahira called out to Radit who rushed towards the bathroom.

Long but not out, Zahira was so agitated by her husband's behavior that was not as usual.

While in the bathroom the man flushed his body with the shower running either way how much. His chest looks like a flower withstanding the anger that he does not know who to overflow with. Outside Zahira was waiting impatiently.

"Radit, why so long?" Zahira knocks on the locked bathroom, but Radit never locks it.

Not tired last night, once the love they have is as big and as broad to always be on the river. The worry that he felt earlier was gone with the return of Radit in a state of fine, all right, until the drowsiness came and forgot that he was waiting for Radit who never finished with bathing activities so long.

Radit came out with wet hair and a towel around his waist as usual, it was so tempting that Zahira was not sleeping. Radit approached the face so beautiful and beautiful in view, a smile engraved happy and full of love that he felt, but the shadow that had happened with other women again disturbed his feelings. Removing happiness and messing with the feeling of love, Radit closed his eyes must again withstand all feelings, regret, annoyed and angry. Feeling so dirty and unworthy of Zahira's happiness, but if without Zahira he would not be able to, his love is beyond everything, even the honesty and responsibility that he had always ignored because he was too afraid to lose Zahira.

That night, as Radit usually does not pray with Zahira, he daydreams on the balcony alone with a far infinite gaze.

Zahira approached, watching Radit who was more silent and refused when he was invited to eat with the reason still full, although he faithfully accompanied Zahira to finish his food, but the man looked not excited.

"Radit dear." call him so friendly, rubbing Radit's shoulder with his small hands, clenched fingers and beautifully manicured nails that will usually be always tempting in the eyes of Raditya her husband.

"Yes." Yeah." Radit. "What's wrong?" radit asked so gently, smiling sweetly and grabbing her into a warm embrace.

"What are you thinking, baby?" zahira's voice sounded melodious, of course he was seducing, winning Radit's agitated heart, Zahira really knew it.

"Nothing, just thinking of the two of us." Radit forced his smile, stroked Zahira's head and kissed her forehead.

"Why are we not so happy? Even in every day there has never been a fight between us Radit." he said so subtly.

"Sometimes I'm bored of Zahira, I miss the times we were in Malaysia." Radit smiles.

"Me too, I always remember when we were together. School and learning to teach together. Sometimes you can insult me to make ummi Nurul angry." Zahira laughed, leaning on Radit's chest so spoiled.

"You know baby, judging a beautiful girl like you makes me so happy, sometimes I want to make you cry for my pranks, and then I'll seduce and ease your tears. Never once have I fantasized about you, always have you been the object of everything that meets my imagination." Radit hugged Zahira so tightly, the happy memories made him forget the incident.

"I love Radit so much" he whispered so close that the lips stuck to Radit's cheek.

"I also love, even more than your love for me, and long before you loved me." Radit loved her dearly, enjoying every word that came out of her red lips, Zahira was a restless soul tranquilizer.