Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)
37. Don't let go of your wife
Radit immediately saw the cell phone that was seized from Zahira's hand he did not care about the screams of his wife. But a moment later he breathed a sigh of relief because it turned out that what his wife saw was the work of office employees who were on duty outside the city.
Zahira is still gawking in disbelief at Radit's behavior today.
"Sorry baby, I thought you were watching something so you didn't blink that." Radit returned Zahira's cell phone and immediately hugged and kissed her all over the face.
"I'm bored, you're not coming home." That pretty face looks sulky.
"I came home late in the afternoon because I had to go to our dad's cafe first." Radit still hugged her, enjoying the fragrance of Zahira's hair.
"You smell of sweat, you better take a shower." Pinta Zahira grabbed Radit's jacket and helped him take it off.
"Your dear." whispered Radit at a glance, peeking at Zahira's smooth cheeks. Letting the little hand open the clothes Radit was wearing also prepared a towel for him.
Such moments always make Radit happy, beautiful wife and sholehah serve with all his heart. It's incomparable to anyone including Merry, the asshole who framed her. What if Zahira finds out? That thought always ruined his happiness.
Shower together that takes a long time, occasionally joking then a moment of silence and just enjoy the intimacy, until the end with fun activities together and out of the bathroom with a happy face.
"My legs are sore." Zahira complained and massaged her legs.
"Sorry dear, next time we will make a comfortable place in our bathroom. So that my wife doesn't feel bad." Radit hugged her so affectionately. That happy smile rose unceasingly, the world was owned by the two of them the other was absent.
"I miss Papa and Mama" said Zahira still in Radit's arms.
"We're going there, staying in your room that I wanted to stay in." Zahira smiled and started preparing to go to David and Ayu's house.
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Allaahu Robbi-rham murobbii (Yaa Robbanaa)
Badrotimmin haza kulla kamaali
Maaza yu'abbiru 'an 'ulaaka maqoalii
Badrotimmin haza kulla kamaali
Maaza yu'abbiru 'an 'ulaaka maqoalii
Allaahu Robbi-rham murobbii (Yaa Robbanaa)
Allaahu Robbi-rham murobbii (Yaa Robbanaa)
Solla 'alaikallah robbii daa'iman
Abadan ma'al ibkaari
Solla 'alaikallah robbii daa'iman
Abadan ma'al ibkaari
Allaahu Robbi-rham murobbii (Yaa Robbanaa)
By: Ay Khodijah's.
The song that had not been heard for a long time melodious in the house, now sounded vibrating the hearts of other residents.
Ayu got down from the car and looked up with a happy look, from the courtyard of the house Ayu could see Radit standing by the window with a smile.
"David our kids are home!" he exclaimed, a happy twinkle was clearly visible on that pure white tapered face. David just turned his head, smiled and took his wife into the house.
"Dear Zahira." call Ayu when she's upstairs with David.
"Mama, Papa!" stop playing his music and run hugging David and Ayu simultaneously.
"Mama thinks you've grown up after having a new spoiled place" said Ayu stroking Zahira's face.
"I'm still Mama and Papa's son, right?" zahira asked so innocently.
"Of course, who else is Papa's daughter and mama besides you." David felt funny hearing the question.
Radit was still out of position, his mind started to mess back up thinking about Merry's threat as to where if they all saw the tape, Papa, Mama, and of course Zahira would get hurt. I ruined this warm relationship, I ruined my marriage to the girl I love the most, I ruined it all. Papa will definitely be angry because I have hurt his favorite daughter, as well as Mama, he will definitely cry roaring because of my stupidity even accidentally. But really I don't want this, for God's sake I don't want to. What am I supposed to do?'
"Hey, don't you miss your dad?" David approached his dreamy son.
"Of course I miss papa." Radit hugged his father with an erratic feeling.
"I think you've forgotten me since you got married." David started his joke.
"No Papa, that's why we want to stay here" replied Radit slowly.
David knitted his eyebrows, unlike the usual child who just answered gently and politely. Even he really likes to argue if he is joking, what else is joking about Zahira, of course, he will be strong with his words and opinions only.
Until at night after dinner, Zahira was telling a lot of things with Ayu. Like a child who misses mother, they chat full of laughter, sometimes serious and then a little ask, they both really enjoy the moment togetherness.
But unlike David, the two men did not engage in much chatter, David paid more attention to the attitude of his son who was more reserved with the murat of confusion stored on his face.
"You got a problem?" finally the words came out of his mouth.
"No papa, just not feeling well. Maybe tired?" the answer.
"I know you're never tired let alone your wife, that sounds a little weird." David started fishing for it.
"Of course if it won't make me tired, I think my spirit is down from Papa." Radit.
David chuckled amusedly at Radit's reply, indeed his son was an adult, even chiming his obrolan bravely. That handsome flat face made David very proud, until it finally tied Zahira in marriage and they did not need to feel lost.
"Take good care of your wife, do not waste her, for sure you will not get a better wife than Zahira. Whatever happens, never let go of your wife, like her father never let go of his wife."
"Honestly, I'm afraid of losing Papa" Radit replied hesitantly.
"You're making a mistake?" guess David, because he saw Radit's face a little moody from the first time he came.
For a moment he thought, wanting to say it to David, how to know there is a way out. But again he paused considering David loved Zahira very much and surely, David will be angry with him.
"No." she replied briefly, but looking limp made David even more curious.
Until the night is getting late Radit invites Zahira to go up to the second floor to rest.
"Rest, baby." Ayu released Zahira who was already in the embrace of Radit his son.
