Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

54. Removing the memory

"Doctor could have." replied the mother laughing, the slightly wrinkled face was so sad and like carrying a lot of weight.

"Everyone has a problem, Mom, and I'm no exception. But let's just give it back to the one above, he knows everything." the young doctor kept talking while his hands were busy counting some drugs, then gave it right away.

"Thank you Doctor, you're so kind."

"Together, hopefully get well soon" she replied with a sweet smile.

The two people immediately said goodbye, they went home with a slightly relieved heart. There will be a time when life is at its weakest, unsure, and devoid of spirit, it really makes a person slump, fall in the hardest place.

"Doctor! Is there a cure in this world to make someone forget their memories? If there is I want to buy it." Zahira who was sitting suddenly replied.

"That doesn't exist." The young doctor laughed.

"I want to forget about Radit and all this life, and then after that I'll move on without feeling any pain" Zahira said with an innocent face.

"That's one of Zahira's desperate forms, don't say things like that, maybe God is listening and giving it, you'll lose your identity" replied the Doctor again.

"I'm so tired." Zahira leaned on Ana's back.

"If you're tired, take a break, if you think your load is too heavy, then remove the heaviest part. Don't force yourself to carry it, it makes you sick."

Zahira took a deep breath, trying to neutralize her chaotic feelings.

"Let's take a break, you're gonna be tired." Ana invites her best friend to go to the room.

"That's right, rest baby." The young doctor smiled as he walked the two girls out of his study.

While elsewhere, Radit has been around coming back to the campus and other places that may be in Zahira but the results are in vain. That night Radit spent in the car with a restless and chaotic heart. No exception David and Ayu are also busy looking for him.

The dawn of Azan woke the two young girls. Sleeping only a few hours makes them reluctant to move, but eventually they immediately shower and pray two rakaat.

"Ana." I'm going home.

"This morning?" Ana looked in wonder at the girl.

"Yes" she answered briefly.

"I'm taking it." Ana was twisting her long hair.

"No, I ordered a cab." he refused.

"Well, let me know when I get there" Ana said.

"Yes, thank you for keeping me here, you and your mother are so kind." Zahira spoke sincerely to her best friend.

"No problem Zahira, we're friends." Ana smiled sincerely.

"It looks like my cab has come, tell your mother, thank you." Zahira grabbed her bag and walked out.

"Yes Zahira." replied Ana again.

Zahira got into the car and soon passed from Ana's house.

"We're at this address sir." Zahira gave the taxi driver an address.

"But this is far away Miss?" The taxi driver frowned.

The taxi driver was silent and started driving his car, towards the address Zahira showed him.

Two hours more Zahira spent sitting back until the car had climbed the mountain area, a different view began to interfere with his vision, he said, typical houses of rice fields decorate the winding road, the expanse of green rice fields became the main attraction along the road. Hordes of pigeons fluttered around like beautiful curves and swirls, they flew dancing as if following a tone. That sweet smile rose from the red lips of Zahira, so behind the fatigue in the city, there was an incredible beauty hiding behind a high hill. With the tremendous rush he had to go to college and work, there was life turning around in this place, they just managed the land and hoped for the results, he said, and their faces seemed happy living in simplicity in the village.

Long Zahira late to pay attention around until the car he was riding stopped.

"It's up to Miss." said the driver leaned back tired.

"Oh, thank you very much sir" he replied, giving ten pieces of red banknotes.

"It's mostly!" the man in the hat was half screaming.

"Take it sir, thank you for taking me patiently." Zahira smiled, then went down and walked into the large villa, lined with modern minimalist buildings with beautiful rooms.

Zahira walked slowly looking around him, the atmosphere was cool and comfortable. The fresh air immediately fills the chest cavity, expelling the tightness of the load that is not willing to go. He took a breath many times and smiled while closing his eyes, he was so enjoying the natural beauty that he had just met this time.

"Money!"

The voice of someone made him startled and immediately opened his eyes.

"Sir!" he answered half-complexed and surprised.

"Non Zahira, right?" the old man looked at Zahira from top to bottom.

Zahira nodded, he remembered yesterday Anggara said if he came the Vila guard would recognize him immediately.

"There Non." the man pointed at one of the luxury units a little far from where he stood.

Zahira followed the man, and it was true that the unit was so luxurious, it was probably the best facility among the others.

"Please Non, here's the key." the man gave the key and resigned himself.

"Sir!" Zahira.

"Yes?" the answer is respectful.

"I'm hungry" he said shyly.

"Oh, later I will ask my wife to deliver food for Non Zahira" she replied smiling, the man will not be surprised, a trip through the green zone far enough will indeed make visitors feel hungry, he said, that's one of their turnover in managing the Villa, food and various typical foods sell well there, people will really enjoy warm food in a cold place.

Taking a short break and filling her stomach voraciously made her relieved and re-energized, she really enjoyed everything that was there. Until the sun began to rise, at 9:30 the girl was walking around her beautiful Villa, she saw there were many orange trees at the end of the road. The girl continued down a small road that seemed to be often passed, or maybe a visitor who picked his own orange in the orchard.

Zahira dissolves to see the oranges are ripe so much that he wants to pick everything.

The little hands began to take one by one until many, he gathered the round fruit in the grass because he had no place to hold it.

"Well, this is a lot, how to take it?" The girl scratched her head that was not itching.

"You stole!" A man's voice surprised him.

Zahira turned around, "Om Anggara!"

"Yes" replied the man lazily.

"You following me?" Zahira stared in full search.