Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

68. Why did you leave

Radit came home with a slightly calm heart, the handsome man was still thinking about Zahira but somehow this time he was not so worried about his mistake, he said, he thought Merry was also his wife and not one if one time he spent together, considering there was a prospective child in the woman's stomach, a little time to make her happy was not a sin.

As the car enters David's yard, Radit looks around without his father's car.

"Where's Papa?" radit asked the security guard, because lately David is sick, it is impossible to travel without something that might be very important.

"Master went to Mas hospital, said police officer Non Zahira of the accident." the senior security guard replied, the aged man looked at Radit with a hard to interpret look.

"Where's accident? How's he doing?" Radit started to panic.

"The accident on the road to Non Zahira campus and has been taken to the hospital, it looks like the nearest hospital Mas." he explained again.

Radit got back into his car, he drove a little faster with a feeling of anxiety.

'What happened to my Zahiraku? I really hope he's okay. Despite being stubbornly unwilling to accept my explanation, she was still my wife, my life partner from childhood until now, even though I would already have a child from Merry, my only love for a Zahira. Honey, I hope you'll forgive me after all this.'

Radit drives with erratic thoughts, he never stops thinking about the beautiful face of Zahira.

Arriving at Radit hospital immediately went down and saw David's car parked in the front yard. He immediately went in and looked for Zahira's whereabouts.

"Mas Radit!" the voice of Mr. David's private driver stopped Radit who was about to ask.

"Sir, where are Zahira, Papa and Mama?" ask Radit, I'm impatient.

"Non Zahira is there!" the man led Radit to a quiet corner room.

"Why is it here?" Radit saw that the entire room looked deserted, only two police officers were still standing guard.

"You who?" ask the police about Radit.

"I'm the husband of a patient named Zahira" he replied still looking puzzled.

"Oh, your wife is here." The cop opened the door and let Radit in.

Radit stepped in with an erratic feeling, facing the figure covered in plain white cloth.

"I_it." Radit was nervous and scared.

"This is your wife's body." the grown-up cop replies to Radit.

"No way sir, my wife.., she.., she!" Radit opened the covering and made him more surprised.

"This is not my wife!" hysterical shouting.

"Sorry, this is your wife who caught fire with her 2003 BMW car" he said.

"No, it's impossible. My wife's alive she can't leave me." Radit started uncontrollably, his tears rushing down unhappily. His narrow eyes grew smaller with tears and heartbreaking cries from a husband who lost his wife.

"That's the stuff we found." the cop pointed to Zahira's ring and brooch.

Radit stared at the plastic-wrapped object, grabbing it with trembling hands. Her cries broke again watching her name etched beautifully inside their love-binding circle. He also stared at the ring on his finger, still firmly attached with the name of the beautiful girl etched beautifully in it, coiled on the ring finger, still clinging to it, just like the ring of his partner coiled on the ring finger until death.

"Zahira! I'm sorry." he said languidly, the man wept bitterly grasping his wife's two belongings, his favorite beautiful wife.

"Zahira, why would you ever abandon this great guilt of mine. You should've punished me, hit me, hurt me. Reply to me Zahira, wake up and kill me."

The man continued to lament Zahira's departure for hours alone inside, hoping that the one before him wasn't Zahira, but the reality was clearly different, he was gone.

"Roman!"

Ayu entered with a face full of tears, the woman approached her son who was still kneeling before Zahira's body.

"Mama, she left me, she brought pain and disappointment because of me, she cried yesterday and hated me so much" he said.

"Mama also felt guilty for not being able to take care of her son, Mama failed to make him happy" said Ayu no less bitter.

"I'm guilty Ma, it's good that I'm the one who died, not Zahira" he said again.

Clearly imagined in his eyes the story of the dozen years they spent together, the beautiful and agile little Zahira, the little Zahira who became a snatch of friends at school, and the, until they grow up and the girl gets prettier, then ends up falling in real love.

The dimpled girl with a soft and smooth voice, a beautiful face reconciled anyone who saw her, with a million sweetness and a thousand indulgences, she always made Radit happy by staring and mentioning her name.

"Zahira!" call him powerless to endure the pain of loss.

"We have to take care of Zahira's funeral, your father has a heart attack and is still being treated. Mama's confused how?" Ayu cried again, her body was increasingly trembling with a face that was getting pale.

"Mrs, should I go home first to get everything ready at home?" ask the loyal driver.

"Please sir, tell the others to take care of all the funeral needs of Zahira, really I am confused and do not know how to" he said limp.

"Okay Madam" he replied politely.

While at the accident site, it appears that some police are still busy installing a layered line with various wood and iron to block and prevent a recurrence of the accident temporarily. The road that has been damaged and the fence that has been destroyed is often stopped by a car and not a few who drove up into the ravine below.

Assumption

The man was sitting limp reluctant to get away from the car wreck that had been charred, he tried to find anything that might be left but in vain, there was nothing left but memories.

'After everything is done, I'll come to you.'

The soft voice was still ringing and the sweet smile was still so close to looming, adorning the eyes of Anggara.

"We should go to the hospital, maybe they will pack the bodies and prepare to be buried" said Ricky who is always loyal.

"I can't believe he's gone." Anggara replied still couldn't accept.

"I don't believe it either." Even yesterday he told me to keep helping him to the hammer" Ricky replied.

"He promised to come to me after that day." Anggara was sad.

"We'll look at the hospital." take Ricky again.

"I feel she's still in this world, I don't want to bury her, she's not my future wife" Anggara said.