Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

50. Forgive Me

"If you love me, you won't let me down, you lie to me like I'm a stupid woman who doesn't know anything, it's like I'm just a display of your beloved that you can switch positions anywhere while you're secretly playing heart out there, giving your love to me and then to her, you're Radit's evil, you have the heart for me."

"I never share my love with others, I just get stuck with things I don't want at all. He tricked me and framed me, and I never even touched Zahira." Radit tried to explain.

"Not touching how Radit? Until she was three months pregnant you said you never touched her, then how could she carry your child? How can your seed grow without having any contact with it. You're a liar, a traitor, you're disgusting Radit, you're hurting me, I hate you!" Shouting full of emotion, Zahira ran towards her room, she did not give Radit time to approach her.

"Zahira wait! I'm not like that, I just love you, I don't want to lose you." Radit chased him to the room but the door was closed Meeting, many times Radit asked him to open the door still in vain Zahira really did not want to meet.

"Zahira forgive me" he said sadly, his voice trembling withstanding grief and despair. His gallant body was sitting limp in front of the door, he was unable to withstand the burden and tightness of everything that had happened, really Radit did not want everything to end like this, it did not end like this, he never really wanted the son of a Merry, he never even thought he would have a woman other than Zahira, his heart was only filled with Zahira, from childhood to childhood he never thought of any woman, his whole life just wanted to be spent with Zahira forever.

But

The thing that Radit feared had happened Zahira was angry and disappointed, Radit did not know how, even throwing Merry was not necessarily able to make Zahira forgive him. Thenwhat? What could save her marriage? He mistakenly thought everything was fine.

For a while, Zahira did not open the door. Radit moved from his seat with red eyes and a disheveled face, the roar of the car down there made him want to know who was coming.

"Good afternoon, David." The man came with a pale face and he seemed to be afraid.

"Sit down, I want to talk to you." David was serious.

Radit who had just descended the stairs for a moment stopped his steps to see who was coming.

"Is it true that my son Radit is married to your daughter?" david asked without further ado, it was clear that the chest of the Forties man was holding back emotions.

The man silently replied, but Radit finally came in a slow and fearful step, the young and handsome man approached David and the father-in-law of the second wife, who was the second wife, while Ayu was still sitting incessantly crying.

"Take care not to let my patience run out because of you." David looked at the middle-aged man and Radit took turns.

"True Mr. David" he answered briefly.

David seemed to get a shot in his chest, he did not expect to get the truth like that, the only son of a puppet that he was very proud of was destroying the integrity of his family, tarnishing his good name, david and Ayu's self-esteem as leaders of two big companies.

"Sorry Papa, it's not what Papa thinks it is. A_"

A punch landed perfectly on Radit's handsome face, David's big hands making his red lips break and bleed.

The punch that made Radit forced to retreat a few steps, but not enough to get there, David grabbed his son's collar and raised his big fist once again. This time he sat down, really sick to the blue and bloody beat, but he was forced to stand, David did not let him fall to enjoy the pain for a moment.

Radit looked at David with sadness and also held the pain at the corner of his lips, his eyes dewy not answering anything.

"Radit Jawab! Answer me what it's like to be sick?" David screamed with emotion.

"Yes Papa." he replied quietly, a drop of clear grain came out at the corner of the eye.

"Your wife hurts more than this, she hurts more than this!" David snapped and clutched with all his might, eager to beat him helplessly.

"Sir David, not the wrong Radit but my daughter. He trapped your son and gave you something in his drink, until all this happened and destroyed everything. In this case I am guilty." he said with a bow until he rested at David's feet. "Please don't hurt your own son, I threw away my son, I don't defend him but yes! I married them because Merry was six weeks pregnant. But for whatever sake I didn't ask for anything else just a deal on that day, I know myself enough_"

"I don't want to hear your babble!" David yelled at Mr. Anwar to make the man flinch.

Ayu got up from her seat and slowly released the grip of David's hand, the two men looked equally tearful with different gazes.

"Go from here!" David kicked his son out.

"No Papa, I'm not leaving my wife in there, she's crying, she's not okay." Radit.

"He's crying because of you, why do you care if it was your fault at first." David still looks angry.

"Have I said not my wish Papa, can Papa not hear my explanation? That day I was going to study with Merry and another friend Papa, but I got stuck and Merry took advantage of me. I can't resist in Papa's unconscious state!" Radit hoped David could understand, he kept pleading.

"Go to your room." Ayu spoke up and tried to understand the situation.

"Why did you let him stay here, it happened because he gave me a chance!" David also looked annoyed at Ayu.

"He's our son David too" he said half in a whisper.

"And you, go and never show your face, nor your daughter." David snorted angrily leaving Anwar who was still sitting on the floor on his knees.

In the afternoon before the Maghrib, the state of David's house was chaotic and gripping, everyone was busy with their own thoughts and sorrows, including Zahira. He just quietly leaned back in his room, in even confused what to do, the disappointment really broke his heart.

"Zahira Papa's son!"

There was a heavy sound behind the door. Zahira turned her head, eager to meet and hug the man who had raised her, but? He opened the door, and immediately saw the handsome man with a lot of fur on his face staring miserably at him.