Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

07. Baby wants to get married

"Non, eat first mbok already ready at the table. "Mbok Tuti pointed to a table not far from the mango tree.

Zahira seemed very happy and invited Radit to eat. "Bok, where is papa?" Zahira asked David.

"Sir David out for a while non." Mbok Tuti prepared a drink for two young people who had sat in their respective positions, really the sitting position was reminiscent of Tuti mbok at that time, her mistress sat there with her handsome husband, eating voraciously and happily. Every now and then Tuti glanced at the handsome man beside Zahira, there was incredible love in his eyes as he looked at the beautiful miss of his master's son. Mbok Tuti smiled as if back in time, watching the incredible love that made Tuti melt at that time.

"Isn't it boring to eat chicken continuously?" Radit saw Zahira take the chicken thigh.

"It's delicious Radit." - Grunts.

"Yes, eat a lot so you're a little fat." Radit smiled with the corner of his eyes not stopping glancing at him.

"If it's fat I'll look ugly." Zahira answered while chewing.

Radit looked at her with a smile, letting the girl eat whatever she liked, as if Tuti's cooking fit Zahira's taste. Sure makes Tuti smile proud.

"You guys are eating?" david's voice made the two men look over.

"Papa let's eat, I'm hungry so don't wait for papa." Zahira patted the chair beside her asking David to sit there.

"Alright, Papa hasn't eaten in this house in a long time either." David is sitting near Zahira.

"Did Papa come here often?" Zahira looked at him curiously.

"Of course, even Papa lived here with your father when we weren't married. Long enough, until your father marries your mother, you come home to us. This house was given to your father as his wedding dowry." David postponed his eating, he seemed excited to tell the past.

"My father loved my mother very much." Zahira was moved to hear the story, she imagined that she would get a love that was no less great than the one her father gave to her mother.

"You're gonna get a love bigger than that." Radit replied without looking at anyone's face.

David choked on hearing his son's words that were like he was expressing love, "Baby, don't know where to say love." murmured David inwardly. He drank his water until it ran out.

Zahira poured some more water into David's glass. "Papa's swallowed." he said. Zahira had finished first, and left the father and son both.

"Radit, Papa knows you love Zahira, but I hope you take care of her. Until the time comes, you are free to propose to her or marry her if she agrees. Papa doesn't forbid it, but Papa's asking to keep your boundaries, and I don't think Zahira knows that you and she don't have any blood ties." David is serious.

"I know Papa, you don't have to worry." Radit replied with confidence.

"Zahira's father takes care of his mother because she loves him so much. I hope you do the same. That would make Papa proud." David added his advice.

"I understand." she replied again.

"Papa, let's go home." Zahira's voice is heard calling David.

"Yes dear." David leaves the dinner table and thanks Tuti and the three of them go home to David.

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The next day, both husband and wife seemed busy preparing to go to work, Zahira also Radit was sarpan first. Looks so perfect this family, happy to hear the affectionate greetings and jokes. Moreover Zahira who always looks spoiled with everyone.

"It's a shame today that you went back to your office, and Radit went with Mama in Mama's office." David divided his two sons' duties.

"Papa I go with Zahira" she replied, ending breakfast.

"No Radit, your company that Mama holds, it's Zahira's. There's another Cafe that you two can manage like your Papa and Dad used to." David looked at the two.

"It looks like it's interesting." Radit answered indifferently.

Making everyone look at him in disbelief, except for Radit who already knows everything about Zahira.

"Ah well, let's go." Ayu does not want to discuss the same thing with her spoiled foster sister's daughter, she will always find answers if asked to argue.

"Mama." Call him spoiled, really pleading gaze that makes ayu not bear.

"Ah Zahira is leaving with Papa." David distracts.

"okay." Ayu passed quickly, though her heart hesitated.

As usual, arriving at Zahira's office again learned about the files that made him saturated. His eyes were unfocused and with an occasional bit of lips were grumbling.

"What's wrong?" Anggara asked with a glance at him.

"No." replied Zahira. Being close to him makes Zahira talk.

"Why don't you like to work, wouldn't a woman look tough and graceful if she had a good career. That's more value to you." Anggara asked him to talk.

"I don't want to be a tough, graceful woman, I want to be the woman my husband loves, taking care of my husband and children at home. There was no need to bother taking care of these obnoxious papers." he pointed at the paper before him.

"You want to marry young." Because interested in chat spoiled girl who is still a dozen years old.

"Yes" she answered briefly.

Anggara smiled at the funny face, shook his head feeling very strange in modern times like this there are still young women who think like that.

"Don't laugh at me." Zahira grumbling.

"No, I'm just surprised." Anggara widened his smile.

Zahira turned her head, 'Well why is she smiling so looking at me.' she said inwardly. Pretending not to see is a safe option for her. "How old are you, why do you even want to talk about my wishes?" ask Zahira then.

"I'm 38 Years Old. I finished my education faster than anyone else, my elementary school was only five years old, my first high school was two years old, and my final high school was two years old too." Evidently.

"You're so great, are you married?" Zahira asked without thinking anything.

"Not yet" he answered briefly.

"Why not?" Zahira looked at him curiously.

"You're so curious, are you thinking of becoming my wife?" he asked by raising his face a little.

"You're so confident." Zahira rolled both her eyes.

"You're looking for a husband, aren't you, to be free from this job of yours." Anggara approached and pointed at the paper under that small hand.

"But not old like you!" Zahira was shaking her lips.

"But I'm so handsome, there's a lot of women out there chasing me." Anggara teased her more.

"I'm still a baby" Zahira said.

"Are there any babies who really want to get married?" Anggara made his face red.