Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

06. What if I miss you

"Want to bite you" he murmured.

"You say something?" Zahira.

"No, just gonna get ready to come with you." Radit was mediocre.

Zahira left him to go upstairs, it took him over half an hour to do a shower, change, and perfect. Girls do take a long time to appear confident. Zahira came down casually, her face slightly on the makeup polish, wearing a long light purple dress and matching hijab. Making the man who was looking at her hard to blink and unable to say.

"Why is she so beautiful" he said in his heart, his narrow eyes glancing like he didn't care, but his heart was out of control. Radit is indeed extraordinary, behind the ice cubes there is cold water flowing, maybe it is appropriate to express Radit's feelings that are like indifference to Zahira.

"Papa, let's go." Zahira approached her father. Radit was a little upset, why not just indulge in it.

"Come on." David seems happy, his beautiful daughter hasn't changed despite knowing he's not his real father.

Zahira will open the front door, but his hand is held off by Radit. "You sit in the back with me." Radit tried to seduce her.

"I want to be in front with papa" he replied softly.

"All right." Radit relented because David looked at him in surprise.

The car drove slowly, without feeling for about forty minutes they had arrived at a two-story house with a garden in front and on the side, there are two mango trees beside the house with a neat garden layout. It seems very comfortable.

"Zahira come on." David opened the car door. That habit cannot be changed, Zahira is like a favorite princess made.

Radit just followed from behind, until the security guard about fifty years old opened the door, his eyes did not blink staring at Zahira, "Welcome miss!" he said respectfully.

Zahira looked astonished and awkward at his greeting. The security guard was very excited, to the point of shouting to the aunt who worked as an assistant there.

"Non!!" call grandma whose hair is a little gray. It seemed like he was longing and looking forward to Zahira's arrival. The woman held the hands of the zahira sincerely and affectionately. Zahira was getting excited.

David brought his two children inside, Zahira saw there and there was no photo on display. The more he stepped, the more curious he was as to what his father's face was.

Until we get upstairs. Zahira's footsteps began to feel heavy, his eyes were round staring unblinkingly at the photo on the wall, the woman who looked like herself was smiling happily in the arms of a handsome man with slightly narrowed round eyes at the ends, white-skinned and one dimple next to his cheeks, a, just like Zahira had.

"Dad" he said softly holding the still-preserved photo.

"He's your father, dear." David embraces Zahira's shoulder, certainly the beloved girl is crying, happy, day, sad to be one.

"Dad, mother." he was desperate to hug but whatever the power, being able to stare at his picture was lucky for him. The look in his eyes became sad, imagining if they were still there, truly happy his days.

Zahira took a breath, turning to look at David who still looked serious looking at the photo of his colleague. "Papa." call him.

"Yes, what's wrong, son!" the answer sounds sad.

"Of course, I'm your father. You're my spoiled little princess." she replied no less sincerely. Recalling Zahira's childhood of wanting to always sit on her shoulders and hug her head, the little girl laughed happily. When tired of playing, he would fall asleep hugging his neck. On the bed he would touch his beard and fall asleep again when he found the fur on David's face. David always spoiled him because at that time Ayu took care of Radit who was still breastfeeding.

"Truly I want to be with them, but no less fortunate to be raised by Papa and Mama." Zahira leaned her head on David's shoulder, her eyes always looking at the photo of her mother's father.

"You want to see your mother's father's room?" David turned his gaze towards a room.

"Yes Papa." Zahira walked towards the door of the room that was closed, but it always seemed to be cleaned, because there was almost no dust on the door. Zahira stood up for a moment, then opened the door slowly.

"A very nice room." Humamnya, soft shades of white pink, exactly with Zahira's favorite color.

Very beautiful, and very handsome photos, displayed on the dressing table. The large bed made him want to try to sleep there.

"It might not be a problem" he said himself, starting to enjoy the calming atmosphere.

"Something doesn't remember coming home!" the sound blew away the pleasant atmosphere that Zahira was enjoying.

"Of course I'm going home, but this is also my home" he replied.

Radit only looked from the door, not intending to disturb the spoiled girl lying down. He smiled slightly, shaking his head at the answer.

"Come out, don't stay in there long." Radit left Zahira downstairs, seeing a friend below seemed very nice to relax.

Zahira saw a large balcony. He stepped slowly looking out, it would be wonderful if the morning were here. The atmosphere above does make him comfortable and think of beautiful things, want to marry young, have cute children, live happily with a handsome husband, he does not need to work in the company. Ahhh that made him a little crazy, Zahira knocked on his head. "I'd better find Radit, than to think no-no." he said.

Zahira descends down towards the garden which is neat and comfortable enough to relax. It turned out that Radit was already there, the handsome man was standing with his hands in his pants pocket, his sturdy body and straight hair that made him very handsome in any respect, he said, from the back alone he was perfectly perfect, Zahira approached him slowly.

Radit who was aware of Zahira approached immediately turned around, staring warmly at the hijab girl, a beautiful face that made her fantasize beautifully, hoping to live together in the future. Radit was sure that would happen.

"I'll stay here" said Zahira, sitting not far from Radit.

"You're gonna leave me?" Radit asked as he continued to look at her.

"No, isn't this house not far from your house." Zahira smiles.

"I'll miss you if you're not home." Radit threw away his sight.

"You're just looking for me if you miss, it's only half an hour, not another country." Zahira.

"Truely, in Malaysia alone I go home for you, let alone here." Radit blinked one eye.

"Ish you're getting disrespectful" Zahira panted at him, making Radit giggle amusedly look at her, this beautiful girl is so adorable