Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

56. Like war

"Where are you, baby?" Radit looked up at the sky with his clothes and disheveled face, the man looked completely crushed, sat by the side of the road and stared desperately.

Long he pensively looked occasionally left and right, hoping that there was Zahira in that place. Never thought it would be like this, an unwanted mistake had already led him to destruction.

Yesterday, he was still there with a million smiles and laughter.

Yesterday, she was still seen with a million dazzling beauties.

Yesterday, he still said cordially that he only had Radit.

Yesterday they still spent that long night so affectionately.

And yesterday too, he was angry, disappointed, hurt and now he's gone....

Back in his wide chest feeling a big new blow, Zahira's beloved has gone, Zahira beloved lost because of his own mistakes.

'Come home, baby, I'm not strong enough to resist this longing, I'm wrong, I'm wrong. Go home and anger me, go home and kill me, it feels good if I die at your little hands. At least it lessens my guilt towards you, I'm sorry Zahira.'

Just like everywhere else, Zahira was staring at the sky, watching the moon covered in thin clouds. Although the light can still be seen, but its beauty does not look perfect.

Never thought there would be a time like this, spending this lonely night alone, without Radit always giving her warmth and happiness.

That was before Radit had another woman besides himself, different now is not only Zahira who wants his presence, there are women and there are prospective children they definitely need Dad.

"Is daydreaming fun?"

Zahira turned her head, she knew there would be bullies.

"Pity my baby 18 years ago was heartbroken." Anggara sat down with the girl.

Zahira still did not speak, but looked at Anggara unblinkingly.

"Why look at me like that, hem?" Anggara raised a little both eyebrows.

"Are I your favorite?" ask Zahira to know.

"Of course, until I buy this Villa for you after you were born into this world" he replied with a slight smile.

"Now not anymore?" ask plain Zahira.

Anggara.

"You're very often angry with me." Zahira grumbled

"You've grown up, married, do I have to hug, kiss and hold you as a baby?" anggara said with his heavy voice.

Zahira stared softly at the man, he was a mature, handsome and well-established figure. His face seemed shady to reconcile the heart, so Zahira thought that marrying Radit was a mistake too soon, if only she could repeat that time, she said, it may be true that it is better to marry a mature person will keep him away from this pain.

"Why?" ask Anggara slowly.

"No." Zahira.

"What's it like to still hurt so much?" ask Anggara.

"Of course, even this heart of mine has been so sick that it takes away my love for her."

Right, he needs a talkative.

"He's not entirely at fault Zahira, he also still has the right to defend himself." Anggara.

"I know, my men know it all in just one day" he replied lightly.

"But Radit was expecting the boy, and he was willing to lie to me for their sake. It means I'm no longer the only one in Radit's heart, he's already divided his heart." Zahira tried to explain.

"I can't give any advice, I've never even been married, but I've been in the military and fought" Anggara said.

"What connection?" Zahira looked at the man in disbelief, indeed his words made the girl even more astonished.

"Of course there is, you know your position is the same as when I was on duty. If you are in the field of battle there are only two possibilities. You just choose, survive to death, or give up and leave, of course elsewhere there are still many opportunities to win. Defeating the enemy does not always have to be from the front, even though it is the attitude of the knight, from the side also still does not reduce the attitude of the knight, as long as it is not from behind, it is cowardly!" obviously long.

"Like Radit." she replied with an annoyed face.

"If you still love him you still have time to endure, he's your husband you have every right to keep him. But if the opposite is also up to you, follow your heart." Anggara noticed the girl was very pretty. The dimples that Anggara used to envy his father are now down on Zahira, and now he admires her as well. No hypocrite, he wanted Zahira to be separated soon, of course he would not waste the opportunity to make her a wife.

"But it's great that woman, we've been married for months but I'm not getting pregnant either. Why is it so fast?" Zahira was still thinking about it.

"Return to an almighty arrangement. He's the one who controls everything Zahira." Anggara tried to calm the girl down.

"Tomorrow I'll go home" said Zahira suddenly.

"My first." replied Anggara with a heavy voice.

Zahira turned her head, why did that voice sound so soft? Zahira felt that the man would always protect her.

"No choice" he answered propping up his chin.

"Aren't you going?" anggara smiled, he was very anxious to see a beautiful woman and a little brave, very different from his mother who is a gentle, smooth and polite figure.

"I just thought later it would cause slander, I'm a wife and you're a grown man. Another if I'm separated." she replied in a soft voice.

"I'm not afraid of any slander, but for your sake then I should book a taxi and let you go home alone." Anggara laughed, the man moved from his seat.

"That's better." replied Zahira smiling, but the girl still seemed reluctant to move, still at home in useless daydreams.

"Come in, it's night." he ordered.

"I still want to be outside." Zahira did not move.

"Well out cold, you can get sick! I don't want to take care of you." Anggara wanted to force it.

"Later, let me be alone is okay" he replied stubbornly.

"Install or am I carrying?" Anggara already can't stand stubborn girls.

"Why are you angry?"

"Oh Baby, I'd be happy to hold and bite you." Anggara pulled up his sleeve and approached as if preparing to carry Zahira.

"No, no! I'll go in by myself." Zahira stood up hurriedly until the flip-flops he wore left one behind. The girl immediately disappeared from before Anggara, slamming the door in a hurry.

Anggara smiled victoriously, the man looked relieved to be able to scare the young girl who made him always think.

"A-there, who like that is married and wants to have children? Too bad her husband is a stupid man."

He did not realize, Zahira had also made himself into a stupid man.