Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

59. Stay divorced

"Zahira baby, this is Mama son." Ayu knocked on the door, calling out to him with a trembling voice.

No answer, Ayu repeated and repeated it again several times and finally, slowly the door opened little by little showing a beautiful face with red eyes after crying.

"Zahira." Ayu grabbed the tiny body she had loved so much since childhood, hugged very tightly and kissed both cheeks. "Where have you been, baby? Mama's worried." he said again.

"I'm fine Mama." she replied slowly.

"May Mama come in?" pinta Ayu after loosening her embrace.

Zahira nodded, slightly glancing at Radit who was endlessly staring at him then closed the room door.

"Mom's sorry for everything that happened, Mama knows you're suffering and Mama can't do anything" Ayu said, wiping her tears.

"It's not Mama's fault, maybe it's her destiny that Radit and I have to part ways" she replied, Ayu knew very well that she was bracing herself.

"Can we not separate? Mama can't hear it, Mama can't see you guys like this." Ayu again sobbed while holding onto her claustrophobic chest.

"We're going to get through this Mama, but not by surviving to be Mama's daughter-in-law, here I am the one who suffers the most than you all, I am the most useless and, if I survive, even if I do, I'll just interrupt your happiness later." Zahira looked out the window, holding back tears.

"Who said? Nobody thinks of you like that, you're Mama and Papa's son, you mean so much to us Zahira." Ayu was saddened to hear Zahira's words.

"Ma! Could you understand my position, if you were me?" the door in a soft voice.

Ayu cried increasingly becoming, the forties woman withstood the pain in her heart as well as tightness in the chest that weakened her entire body. He lowered his head in a heartbreaking cry, the delicate hand was unceasingly stroking and clutching his chest shirt, hoping that the pain in there would be lessened.

"I love Mama very much" said Zahira half-whispering, making the woman in front of him growl.

Zahira looked down and cried, she could not see her mother was sad, but she was also helpless to maintain a marriage that would only hurt each other, rather she was the one who was hurt.

*

"What makes you daydream instead of being happy about spending all day with that girl?" Ricky saw Anggara sitting idle daydreaming rising from his seat.

"He is suffering a lot" he said briefly.

"How else, you said we were just going along with the plot." Ricky sat back tired.

"You help him, I can't wait to take him out of the inner suffering he has to endure" Anggara said, which is an order for Ricky.

"I'll do it more than you expect, I'll make sure he can't turn away from you." Ricky smiled meaningfully.

"Don't hurt anyone, I just want him to be okay." Anggara reminded his assistant.

"I think she's comfortable with you." she replied, passing by, she didn't care what her boss said.

Anggara smiled thinly, of course he was happy to hear the word comfortable. The woman was unique and made him always think how to always be close to her, miss her and want to have her.

Sometimes the longing comes, wants to repeat the warm feeling that washed away, share the longing and anxiety, really hate and longing it sometimes fights by itself, no need for referees to determine who the winner, really hate and longing, it ends with sadness and loneliness.

The night covered in a spatter, the small body fell asleep leaning back. Eyes that are closed with conical lips, hair straight fall just any.

She did not realize if someone was already by her side, hugged her and started to kiss her face. Husbands who are not strong enough to resist longing will certainly come in and spice it up with enthusiasm.

Radit started the action and unbuttoned the dress slowly, as usual he would start and get the owner washed away.

"Ra_dit." The spoiled call escaped those red lips, his eyes still closed.

Radit gets more excited about touching in his sensitive parts, he plays soft and soft until the sleeping Zahira manages to fall in his arms.

Radit was ready to unite the passionate longing, the man looked impatient, but!

Zahira opened his eyes really surprised Radit was on top of him with a position ready to go.

"Radit, please step aside! I don't want us to do this, we're gonna split up." Zahira tries to evade and push Radit's body.

But Radit did not release and continued to advance his property until he went inside, the man pressed Zahira's shoulder lock and made him unable to move.

"Radit I beg you!" he asked again, holding something churning inside hers.

"You're still my wife Zahira, I won't let you go no matter what." Radit kept pushing and doing his thing.

"No Radit, you can do it with your wife instead of me!" Zahira fought back but indeed the young and gallant body was so strong that it rendered him helpless.

Radit kissed her forcefully, continued his actions and toyed with her emotions.

No choice, honestly deep down even Zahira still misses the handsome figure of his, longing for the handsome body that washed his soul. Like this moment, he could only close his eyes and try as hard as possible not to be lulled.

"Only I will have you Zahira, never dream to be away from me. Don't even think about parting with me." Radit spoke while continuing to enjoy the beautiful face as if showing satisfaction for his actions.

Zahira threw away his face even though he was eager to embrace and express that unworthy feeling, but he let Radit with a million actions and play until satisfied, because it was impossible to run from the man.

"I love you Zahira, you're my wife, mine is mine." Radit said all his heart by continuing to move more and more crazily, until finally the man fell to hug Zahira tightly.

"What tastes good?" the sweet voice asked softly.

"Sure, you're so perfect." Radit kissed Zahira's cheeks and forehead.

"But the fact is you already have another woman, and you've slept with her" he said subtly.

"I never touched her after marrying Zahira, swear by anything!" obviously Radit with his face back sad.

"That doesn't change the situation, nor do you do this time, it doesn't change my decision, we're going to get divorced." Zahira went back to wearing her dress.