Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

55. Oranges

"Look, you're the one who followed me!" A little screaming.

"No, where could I do that, don't accuse me recklessly." replied Zahira not to lose.

"Who arrived first?" anggara asked still did not accept the accusation of the girl.

"Me!" zahira replied with great confidence.

"When did you arrive?" ask Anggara again.

"So morning!" answer again.

Anggara laughed cynically, "I arrived yesterday and yesterday again! I've been here two days." Anggara pointed at his own chest.

Zahira was astonished to hear it, it turned out that he was the one who followed. Uh no, no! Not following but meeting accidentally, where Zahira might catch up with him. The girl looked dead fleas.

"Why silence?" anggara looked at the girl's face as if he was thinking about something.

Zahira sat down crouching to pick up the citrus fruits he gathered in the grass, picked them up one by one and held them in his chest.

"Here!" his little hand grabbed Anggara's shoulder and asked him to get closer.

"What do you want?"

"Silence" he said again, the small hand grabbed the Anggara suit pocket and put the orange full, full, not satisfied with just one but two sides of the bag he made full and almost no longer fit.

Anggara until gawking made, the handsome man so confused what to say.

"Do you know how much this suit cost me?" anggara asked withstanding annoyance.

"How much?" tanya Zahira is still busy with her orange.

"IT COST TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY MILLION!Do not equate with plastic bags priced at Two Hundred and Fifty rupiah for this container of your oranges!" Anggara is furious.

"I'm just borrowing the bag, it won't break your suit." The red lips pursed.

"Then I have to walk around weird, with two bags full of like a kid who just stole an orange in the neighbor's garden?" Anggara still scolded him.

"I have no place" he replied softly.

"Dispose of everything." Anggara still does not like to see the orange in Zahira's hands.

"No way, I've taken pains to pluck it. Let's walk!" Zahira pointed to the direction of the road to Vila, and asked Anggra to walk first.

The man was really upset, had to walk with two sides of a full and heavy pouch. It really ruined his pride as the owner of a giant company. And sure enough there are three people passing by and from a distance they have laughed Anggara.

The closer they are the more they pay attention to the pocket of the coat belonging to the anggara, the left and right are equally full and heavy.

"Sir!" they greeted with a smile.

"Ah, yes Ma'am. My wife was cravings." she said smiling, Anggara's hand pulled Zahira's arm and made her walk parallel.

"Oh, panties!" the mothers replied in unison and smiled widely.

"Let's Mom." Anggara accelerated because Zahira was already staring intently at him.

"What do you mean?" replace the angry Zahira.

"It's because of you, don't expect me to bear it myself." Anggara doesn't care.

"But don't have to say I'm your wife!" Zahira was very upset.

"Then?" Anggara walked fast so Zahira had to walk half a run.

"I'm someone's wife" said Zahira still looking sulky.

"I don't know." she replied briefly.

"What kind of wife it is, until the husband is where he does not know" Anggara said.

Zahira stop.

'Why is that so true, what kind of wife am I? until my husband's whereabouts I don't know. If only I knew where he was, where he was and what he was doing, who was with him and why? Maybe this won't happen. But what else, it's all happened and he'll be happy without me. Of course, they will soon have children and I will be with the rest of happiness, eternal in sorrow."

"From that moment you became a statue in the middle of the road, you made me talk to myself!" Anggara turned back his steps and pulled the girl's hand.

Zahira did not answer, he complied until he returned to his villa.

"What's wrong?" Anggara was still staring in wonder, the tumben once the finisher son did not sound.

"No!" he said, Zahira stepped into his room.

"Hey wait!" Anggara made him look.

"What's wrong?" the girl still looked weak.

"Take this fucking fruit!" Anggara pointed at his two suit pockets.

"Make you." replied Zahira lazily, he again limp considering Radit who had lied to him.

Anggara came in and grabbed that little hand. "Take it or I'll ask for five hundred million in damages?" Anggara threatened him, it was lazy to have to remove the oranges one by one from his pocket.

"All right." Zahira relented, her little hands slipping and pulling out one by one until they ran out.

"You're heartbroken? Your face is so limp." Anggara pointed at the beautiful face of Zahira who was right in front of him.

"Yes, my husband has another woman" he answered, hauling the orange and putting it on the table.

"What pity?" Anggara pretended not to know.

"She was pregnant with Radit's child, and I wasn't pregnant" she said disappointedly.

"Then you came here, ran away from trouble." guess Anggara.

"Hem." he replied lazily.

"You're married too young, you can't protect yourself, how to protect your partner?" say Anggara again.

"You're right, and why should I be hurt" he said sadly.

"You don't have to feel too sad, you're young and beautiful, your future is long."

"I know, but it really hurts" she replied, trying to smile.

Anggara passed away leaving him, the man was eager to talk a lot of things but he remembered there were still things he had to do.

Only Zahira himself returned to mourn his grief, he did not even care how Radit and his parents were dizzy half-dead looking for him.

That afternoon Ayu drove her car to the young doctor's clinic to ask Zahira. And sure enough he found the answer that Zahira was staying there, but unfortunately very early in the morning Zahira had come home and it made David also Radit back to visit places that might be in Zahira, Zahira, they were very busy and worried, especially Raditya, the man occasionally let out tears of anxiety and sadness. He misses, really misses Zahira, but he has not yet found his beloved wife.

"David, where did Zahira go?" asked Ayu with a pale and limp face.

"I don't know baby, but it looks like he's on his own, he doesn't want us with him." David expressed his opinion.

"He's disappointed in David, disappointed in us too." Ayu came back crying.

"Our son is wrong, dear." David tried to think wisely, as a parent he had to understand both, not only Zahira, but also Radit. Although he still blames Radit who was dishonest from the beginning. But free, Zahira was already disappointed, which has happened is impossible to change.