Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

51. Give me a chance.

"Darling!" David called her slow.

The girl was still unmoved, her eyes no longer shed tears, but there seemed to be a myriad of grief that she was storing deep inside. That innocent and beautiful face really made David feel sad, hurt and guilty. Since childhood care for him with all his affection, no attitude is annoying or hurtful, even Radit is the one who currently makes him hurt.

If his father was still around, he would have been furious and Radit would have run out in his hands. David is glued to look at Zahira, looking away considering the youth with his best friend, Zahira's father.

"I'm sorry Papa." he said later.

Hearing the apology Zahira again cried, her clear tears felt hot falling on the cheeks.

"What's wrong" said David, shaking, the man crying this time, his big shoulder swaying withstanding so much tightness in his chest.

"Father!"

Zahira was already unable to endure the turmoil of grief alone, she hugged David's body with both tears.

"Now I really have no one." cried Zahira in David's arms.

"Don't say that, son, Papa will always be with you." David replied still with tears streaming down.

For a moment the two let go of each other's grief until they finally sat at the door and leaned against the wall.

"Papa don't know which way you're going to take, Papa knows Radit is guilty and has hurt you so much, but can't be denied, papa still wants you to be together." David lowered.

"Come on Papa, it hurts so much to be betrayed. If I could choose, I would rather catch up with my father and mother than feel this false happiness. Radit's been tricking me." he said.

"You know, son, you're disappointed. But I hope you don't give up, your future is long." David did not want to impose his will, even though he still wanted Zahira to survive. But as a parent, he must not be selfish, he must understand how broken Zahira's heart is.

Tired of both crying and grieving, David persuaded him to go downstairs and eat, but he certainly did not succeed. The wounded man cannot even feel hunger, he is already filled with tears.

Late at night, Radit still leaned against the wall with a bruised face and the blood on his lips had dried up. The man looked desperate, with all the regrets piling up.

Radit looked up at the stairs, when he could not sleep thinking about Zahira, he would go up and look at the closed door for a moment, then coming back with a faint smile to sleep with the shadow of Zahira, it felt so beautiful to love that woman. Radit would hold his hand while in a crowded place, he was very afraid of Zahira missing or in the lyrics of people. Although the beautiful woman was not aware but Radit had already felt deeply in love.

Finally he moved and slowly stepped foot, one by one the stairs he passed, slowly and without sound until finally to the end of the second floor stairs. He stood up for a moment, took a breath and tried to strengthen himself, really the wrong position made people feel weak.

"Zahira." called him but did not get to hear, it appears at the end of the balcony that Zahira was looking at the moon, his habit since childhood when he was thinking about something, be it happy or sad, things, he'll be looking at the satellite for a very long time as if he's complaining.

The slow step was getting closer, and could be heard by him.

She's looking.

"Why did you come to me?" asked Zahira, throwing her face and turning her back.

"I know I was wrong, but can you hear a little Zahira's explanation?" Radit stared sadly at the woman who had turned her back.

"I never loved Merry in the least, nor did I ever want this to happen. She framed me until she was pregnant, at first I didn't want Zahira, but I'm afraid she handed you the CCTV footage. I'm afraid you're angry, Mama and Papa are angry, and I don't want to lose you." she explained slowly and really hoped Zahira could understand.

"Then what made you lie to me, you disappeared for some time and accompanied her to go check on her pregnancy you thought I wouldn't know?" Zahira looked over for a moment smiling cynically.

"I don't know if it's going to end up like this, I'm just accompanying no more than that." Radit is weak.

"You want that kid Radit." Zahira believes her guess is correct, clearly visible when they checked Merry Radit's pregnancy always close to her.

He didn't answer.

Zahira smiled bitterly, her heart was broken again, what a cruel reality befell her.

"I can't bear to throw away that boy Zahira, even though I don't want his mother, but I can't deny it's my flesh and blood." Radit was honest.

"I understand Radit." he replied with tears.

"I'm sorry Zahira, I don't want us to fight like this." Radit tried to seduce her.

"I don't want to fight, I'll just try sincerely. And I think I should give up." she said with tears in her eyes.

"No Zahira, I don't want to lose you, I don't want our marriage to be ruined because of this I don't want Zahira." Radit grabbed the small body and hugged it.

Zahira did not reply, he already did not have the strength to answer.

"I beg you to understand and forgive me, just this once Zahira." Radit tightened his embrace. "Zahira please listen to me just this once!" Radit And crying.

"You and I do love Radit, but you and Merry also have a bond that is no less strong, even stronger than our love, that is your son."

"No Zahira I beg you!" the man held onto Zahira's legs.

"I hurt Radit too, help you understand me too." Zahira tried to take her legs off Radit's arms, but she was unable because the young man hugged her so tightly, that even to move she could not.

"But not by separating Zahira, I won't be able to" he said in a pitiful voice.

"You'll quickly forget about me Radit, your son's there for sure you'll be happy. Please give me some time to calm down." he said slowly.

"I'm not letting you go." Radit still insisted.

"I just want to rest Radit, I'm tired" she replied.

Until long they do not obey each other, still persevere with their respective desires. And finally Radit relented letting his wife rest in the room without him, as before, the door was tightly shut.

Radit still did not want to move, he slept at the door with an erratic heart.