Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

33. Zahira

"Radit, do I want to buy something?" said Zahira struggling spoiled.

"What?" radit asked while peeping his wife's cheek.

"The company I bought a new bag at my mom's grocery store."

"All right, we're going there." The two men passed after taking the card that the salon employee returned. Without looking at anyone, Radit's gaze was only on the beautiful Zahira, his world was only Zahira. "Is there anything else?" continue Radit.

"No, that's all."

Zahira's voice was still heard from behind the door, the girl was sitting with a sad face, eager to say if Radit had done that to her, but he remembered yesterday Radit was so angry and emotional as they spoke, even Radit insulted him. If he were to say that right now, it could be just embarrassing himself. And it is not impossible that Radit insulted him all out in this salon.

Quitting! It was impossible for him to do, so far he stepped up, it was impossible to back down just because he saw Radit's affection with others. Just waiting for the right time, and he was very sure that time would definitely come.

"What woman used to come here?" merry asked with a beauty salon employee who was busy tidying up his nails.

"Have it a few times" he replied politely.

"With that guy?" Merry wants to know.

"Yes, but more often with his mother or in-law I don't know, because his mother's face is similar to that of the man" he explained.

Merry scrunched his forehead, he seemed to think that what the salon employee said was Ayu, Raditya's mother. Merry is increasingly curious about the figure of Zahira, so special that the girl for the Radit family. "Who is that woman?" muttered.

"What miss?" the ministry asked, feeling Merry talking to him.

"Ah no, you go on." said Merry slightly smiling.

*

In the evening Zahira was preparing, putting on makeup and wearing a dress that Radit had bought her. The purple dress and the same colored hijab make Zahira so elegant, very beautiful, tonight they both wear matching clothes. Beautiful and handsome look very fitting without any less, really a perfect couple.

Zahira moves on, he turns around to help Radit wear his suit. So beautiful the face in front of Radit made the man embrace her, slightly kissing her cheeks so affectionate.

"I don't think I want to go to Hotel om Anggara." Radit's whispers continued to hug him.

"After coming home we will spend the night this Sunday both dear." said Zahira, the clenched hand was finished with Radit's suit.

"But it feels like it's going to be a long time" Radit said pinching Zahira's nose.

"No, just an hour more." Zahira smiled at her husband.

"For me it was more than a year" he said resignedly, accompanying Zahira down to their car and headed to the Anggara hotel.

"Honey, later in the hotel don't stay away from me. I'm afraid a lot of men will look at you and get you acquainted." Radit clasped Zahira's little hand.

"No Radit, I'm already your wife." Zahira smiled wooingly, her head leaning on the shoulder of Radit who was focusing on driving.

"I don't want anyone else to notice my wife's pretty face" she said.

Zahira smiled widely, happy to be loved, loved and cheered on by the handsome Radit. Radit always treated him so special, always number one and never angry let alone yell and so on. For six months she was Radit's wife, the happiness was so perfect. Only one more thing has not been realized from their wishes, having children as Radit always asked. But perhaps God had not entrusted them, so Zahira was not yet pregnant.

Inside it is quite crowded, Sunday nights like this will certainly be many people attending celebrations or parties. Another thing if it is a workday, people will be busy with their respective activities, not infrequently some people even ignore the invitation to the celebration.

"Mama." Zahira called Ayu who was not far from him, Zahira's small hand was released from Radit's arm and immediately approached Ayu.

"Sweet you're so pretty." Ayu hugs and kisses Zahira's cheek, once an Ayu always loves her.

"I miss mama." said Zahira again, still not want to escape from Ayu's embrace.

"Mama is also dear, sometimes mama wants to visit but is afraid of disturbing." said Ayu half whispered at the end of the sentence.

"Mama!" Zahira whining shyly made Ayu even more anxious and laughing.

"Hay Aunt!" someone greeted Ayu, interrupting the activity of mutually giving up longing with Zahira.

"Oh, hay Merry! You coming too?" Ayu still embraces Zahira.

"Yes, along with papa" he said with a friendly smile, the girl's eyes stole a glance at Zahira who was leaning back and twitching spoiled on Ayu's shoulder.

"Oh so. This is Auntie's favorite daughter, Zahira." Ayu looked at Zahira.

"He's Radit's friend, isn't he mama?" zahira asked with a friendly smile.

"Dearly, his father is Radit's business partner as well. You guys know each other already." Ayu just smiled and tried to be nice, of course Ayu felt something strange with the girl's gaze.

"I don't know your name yet." Zahira extended her hand.

"Merry." she replied, welcoming the little hands with lentic fingers, the smooth white skin clean and soft, Merry always pay attention to Zahira.

"Zahira." That distinctive voice sounded closer, Zahira immediately turned her head to the source of the voice.

"Om Anggara, congratulations on the inauguration of this new hotel. It looks like this hotel is very comfortable." Zahira praised the large Hotel, which was certainly very comfortable, the large star-rated Hotel belonged to a very rich man.

"Thank you, I'll give you one VIP room. So tonight you can stay no need to go home." Anggara said seriously, his hand gave the card.

"really?" Zahira looks happy, the beautiful face is smiling by showing off her proud dimples.

Anggara just smiled, did not answer anything. Seeing the girl happy, of course, he also smiled, although sometimes his brain became traveling to the sea and into space. Just trying to shake off the thought of diving in and flying with her, because Anggara knows she's somebody's wife. Again, he had trouble throwing away the wrong love.

"You're so nice." Ayu chimed in.

"Just a little gift." Anggara passed by with his elegant steps.

Merry who did not speak was increasingly confused by the conditions he was trying to investigate. Zahira seems to know all the classy entrepreneurs, surpassing her who is the son of entrepreneurs. But he did not see Zahira with his parents, instead busy spoiling with Ayu.

"Darling, what did he give you?" Radit approaches, though hesitant at first because Merry is also there, Radit knows Merry is very curious about Zahira and maybe he is approaching his wife.

"VIP room, we'll stay here" he said happily.

"All right, as you wish." Radit smiled happily letting Zahira slip her little hand on Radit's shoulder, hugging and showing her indulgence. Those narrow eyes glanced at the face of the girl who tried to throw away her face because Radit was so affectionate and noticed Zahira only. Of course he doesn't care!