Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

34. She's my wife

Until the late night, Zahira was sitting with Ayu and Bella who were also present because Bella's husband was Anggara's cousin. They were just chatting while enjoying the entertainment atmosphere in the large Hotel.

Radit sat not far from them with his cousin Akbar, they also engaged in small talk although sometimes teasing each other with adult chatter to create a roar of laughter from colleagues also heard by people around him.

"I'm sorry to go to the toilet for a minute." Radit left his other colleagues.

"Don't be long." Akbar yelled at him.

"Why am I lingering in the toilet." Radit shook his head and laughed.

"Ah right too, she already has her nest." explained Akbar along laughing at Radit's answer followed by the others.

Radit walked out of the room, looking for a toilet with his head to the left and to the right, there is usually a sign in the direction that is installed, why in a hotel as luxurious as this is no sign? As Radit thought for a moment he stood up.

"Radit." The call made him shocked and upset, he did not turn his head and even acted like he had heard nothing.

"Radit, I want to talk to you." The girl's voice is getting closer. And this time Radit turned his head, to be honest he was afraid if anyone saw.

"What's wrong, I don't have time to talk to you." Radit threw away his gaze still thinking about the toilet to avoid the girl.

"Radit I beg you not to be like this, aren't we much closer after yesterday's incident, even I can't forget you." Merry tried to get him to talk well.

"That's how you feel, Merry, it makes me feel disgusted to myself as well. And one more thing, never approach Zahira." said Radit so firmly.

"You disgusted with me you mean? We are the same as Radit. You're so afraid Zahira knows about what we've done, do you think she won't know forever?" Merry smiled cynically.

"Don't you try to get close to her, or I won't hesitate to hurt you, Merry." Radit spoke seriously.

"I'm not going to mess around, but you also have to realize this happened because you insulted me first. You think I didn't hear what you said? I heard Radit, and I'm really hurt."

"But not in this way Merry, you look like a cheap woman." Radit became an emotion, moreover the shadow with Merry again flashed.

"You're saying I'm cheap? Your Zahira is so much more cheesy, neatly veiled, closing the veil but kissing you so many times, I suspect you and he's done it over and over again. Until you can't turn away from her because you've enjoyed her!"

"Yes, Zahira and I have done it all the time. But he's not cheap like you!" Radit snapped at him with reddened eyes.

"He's a cheap Radit!" Merry cut off Radit's scream.

"She's not cheap, she's my wife!" Radit shouted with emotion.

Merry's surprised.

His mouth opened with unblinking eyes. His heart was like being shot so unexpectedly with Radit's words, he thought this was just a dream but a moment later he realized this was real, Radit's speech was also real.

"What?" he said slowly, Merry did not know what to say, his breathing was so tight.

"She's my wife and you know, the reason I moved to this country is Zahira. I caught up with her, I married her, and I don't want to lose her. Just so you know, I don't even care about my school, or anything including my business. All that matters in my life is him, Zahira!" clearly Radit was making the girl limp in disbelief.

"But we've done it Radit." - She said, the face looked pitiful.

"Wife." he said again, he stood pecking with tears still did not stop. His face was pale and so desperate.

"Then what about me?" he said again, he turned around with a limp step, but on one side of his heart he still did not want to lose Radit.

While Radit stepped in a hurry to leave Merry, turned into one of the lobbies and his steps stopped.

"Omm Anggara!" call Radit nervously. Indeed he was afraid of his conversation with Merry was heard by Anggara. Moreover, the man's face was so flat this time.

"You're in touch with him?" Anggara asked in a cold tone.

Radit did not reply and soon passed, but Anggara holding Radit's arm made the young man even more afraid.

"Say!" Anggara had no intention of looking at Radit's face.

"I don't want to lose Zahira, she's my wife." Radit replied, he passed immediately not wanting to speak anymore.

Anggara turned around, the adult man went back into the spacious Hall which was crowded, his eyes looking for the figure of Zahira. Then the brown eyeball movement stopped, the figure in the way was sitting and smiling sweetly. Unimaginable what if the girl was betrayed, Anggara really wanted to help her but of course she was nobody. But if Zahira is separated from Radit, then he is the first to approach Zahira.

"If God gave me one chance, I wouldn't waste it." he muttered a little smile, but again he realized at this moment he was only hoping, despite progress, that he was making, from just dreaming to hoping, could it be real? That's too evil!

Anggara smiled wryly, throwing his gaze in an indeterminate direction. As crazy as his love for someone to wait for his daughter to return he loved. Hopefully at the end of the age that is no longer young he can get his love. "It's just for a moment."

"You're thinking about someone's wife?" The man's assistant caught him looking at Zahira.

"Take your word if you still want to work." Anggara passed, the assistant also followed him.

"Do I have to make them separate?" His assistant really could not bear to see Anggara just silently looking at a woman.

"Don't do it if you still want to live." Anggara was annoyed by the idea of his assistant being a little crazy.

"If you're waiting for her to be a widow I'm afraid you're no longer in this world" he added, his assistant getting a sharp glare from Anggara.

"Ah well, then pray that she quickly becomes a widow." His assistant immediately went for a little run.

"For a long time I could have been in high blood having an assistant like her." Anggara muttered to himself.

"Of."

The call surprised him, the soft voice was so familiar that it even made his heart tremble. Again he had to cover up the feeling as best he could, he turned around.

"What's Zahira?" answer Anggara slowly.

"I'm looking for this room, I want a break." Zahira showed the card Anggara had given her.

"Here, not far from the room I'm in." Anggara turned his head for a moment and took him to Zahira's room.