Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

69. Vanilla Aroma

"We have to go home, it's Anggara's night." Ricky's assistant is still trying to persuade him.

"I'm sorry that night didn't take this car." she said, hand-holding the door.

"Tomorrow we will come again, whether he is Zahira or not, we will still have to come to the funeral." Ricky did not despair of persuading him.

Finally Anggara followed Ricky home, that night Anggara did not return to his home but to Zahira's apartment, hoping to find something that could cure longing.

Arriving at his apartment, the man looked carefully at the contents of the apartment, there was a jacket and hijab of the girl was located in his spacious bed, which he owned, there is a glass of water that is always available on the table along with a few pieces of dry bread.

"Sorry sir, haven't done this apartment yet." Kay who had just come looked down, she was afraid Anggara was angry because her mistress' clothes were still not neatened.

"Don't fox anything, let this outfit lie in its place." Anggara approached on the big bed, grabbing the hijab he was wearing that night when he looked beautiful. Sucking the aroma of vanilla that is still stored in a long hijab like a scarf, remembering when hugging it tightly, it really feels beautiful.

"Where's Sasa?" Ricky asked the female bodyguard.

"Sasa hasn't returned, he's been looking for Raya since the Maghrib.

"Raya?" ricky asked curiously, right since they were busy looking for Zahira Raya was not there.

"Begging the others to also look for Raya, lest she be lost." Ricky rules Kay.

"Yes" he replied politely.

"We're going to the hospital." Aggara moved on and stepped out first.

Ricky follows Anggara, while Kay is busy contacting her partner to search for Raya.

In the hospital still so foggy Radit leaned helplessly lamenting Zahira's departure, clutching tightly to their wedding ring, that was the only proof of love left, even Zahira wore it until the end of life.

Ayu still continued to cry sitting limp in the waiting chair, he really could not do anything, besides losing he was also worried that David would not come to his senses.

Anggara arrived with Ricky, this time some of his assistants accompanied. They entered the morgue without looking at anyone including Radit who was sitting leaning against the door.

Ricky opened the covering cloth carefully letting Anggara approach him. The adult man stared at the whole meticulously, his delicate hand touching Zahira's shoulder which looked still intact, but unexpectedly Anggara showed a different expression.

"He's not Zahira!" he stared intently at the woman's body.

Making all his subordinates look at each other, they looked astonished between certain and unsure.

"Feature, the police have declared him Zahira." Ricky is afraid that his boss and friend still do not accept it.

"No, I know what it's like to hold Zahira's hand, from the baby I'm holding and holding her. He's not like that, he's smooth and washed away." he said sadly, not turning his eyes on his stiffened body.

"But he's dead Anggara, obviously things are different, and there's no warmth when the blood flow stops." Ricky tries to resuscitate a handsome man who is sad.

They just nodded obediently, no objection even though their little hearts were not sure they would find Zahira, even some of them have considered their boss affected by mental disorders due to the loss of women who will be made a wife.

"We go home and keep your mouth shut, don't leak this to anyone let alone the police" Ricky said, apparently the man was the only one who believed Zahira was still alive.

"Well." they answered in unison, and followed Anggara out of the room.

"You satisfied?"

the remark stopped Anggara's steps, the man turned his head.

"You're satisfied that you've made him die?" said Radit who stood up and stared intently.

"You made him go yourself." replied Anggara calmly.

"If you don't help her claim my divorce, she won't be in an accident."

Anggara was furious to hear the babbling of a child, as if he was innocent and even blamed Anggara. "Aren't you the one who hurt her until she left, you don't think I knew when she took her life on that hot road you were spending time sleeping alone with your wife ****** that's." Anggara stared hard this time, leaving the place, letting Radit who was still filled with emotions, also regret that did not decrease even though he had been crying all night.

"Is that true?" ayu asked quietly, the woman was barely able to speak, even walking very slowly.

Radit looked down, he really could not lie, he had made many mistakes that hurt Zahira.

"You give money every month to Merry but not to Zahira?" ask Ayu again in tears.

"I just didn't give it to her during Mama's last month, I forgot about the commotion that's been getting more and more lately. After all, Zahira has a lot of savings and assets, all this time all her needs I pay." replied Radit honestly.

"She didn't hold onto Radit's assets." said Ayu regretting, why her husband had forgotten such an important thing.

"That means?" Radit rubbed his hair many times, it was fitting that the trial they went through so quickly, even the birth of Radit did not give anymore. Of course Zahira's side will win even though it is delayed by a few days, a hundred lawyers will not succeed in winning the divorce trial, plus a reliable lawyer belonging to Anggara. Radit is nothing.

*

In the morning, finished in the bath and in the shroud Zahira's body left for the funeral accompanied by many subordinates and coworkers of two large companies owned by Ayu and Zahira.

The moving process went slowly, looks Radit who entered into a hole with a shabby and sad face. Many of the mourners cried, especially those who knew the figure of Zahira.

Anggara just stood up not come down to the burrow, the man wearing sunglasses stood upright with some subordinates coming with him. Only in condolences, he no longer lamented the departure of Zahira in his heart was very sure Zahira was still alive.

'I will find my Zahir, I will find him. And rest assured you will all feel the destruction like the girl you hurt, especially her, her, and her!'

That peaceful heart is now disturbed, cold and cruel.