Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

76. Already rusted

"Say what are the possibilities?" Anggara is so curious.

"First he will be paralyzed, second he will lose some memory, or lose all memory but for a while, we do not know which one he will experience after. So he has to be treated by a brain surgeon" explains the doctor.

"If not in surgery?" anggara asked very worriedly.

"If it wasn't for more frightening surgery, he could have died because the blood that was clumping in his brain wasn't small."

"I don't have a choice?" anggara asked vibrated.

"I would recommend a brain surgeon in Singapore, he's my best friend and his mother is Indonesian. You'll find it easier to take care of, and he'll definitely help you find the best solution." the doctor smiled reassuringly.

"I agree as long as it's best for my future wife" she said.

The doctor smiled looking intensely at Anggara's face, he was so amazed by the great love of the man.

"I'm sorry." he answered, rising from the young doctor's room, and he was sure to meet Zahira.

The young doctor's hand lifted up to allow Anggara, he still stared in admiration at her.

The door of the ER room was open, the spacious room and the large bed made the sleeping girl look so comfortable. Although medical equipment still shrouded his weak body, he was conscious and was looking at the ceiling of the hospital in white.

Anggara walked closer to the big bed, looking beautiful girl pujaan his heart was opening his eyes even though the clear eyes looked tired and weak. But in the eyes of the deep black spotlight Anggara still washed away, still pleasant, as if it was a vast ocean to dive into and immeasurable into it.

"You've woken up, baby." she said gently, a soothing smile that she didn't miss.

His clear eyes closed for a moment and then opened up again as if hinting 'Yes'.

"I miss your annoying babble" Anggara said with a smile, his brown eyes greeting every curve of Zahira's face, conveying his never-quenched longing.

The corner of the tiny lips was this time a little interested, he smiled. Also, his clear eyes stared at every curve of Anggara's handsome and affectionate face, when everyone thought he wasn't there, that man was always there for him.

"Mmmh." those tiny lips were slightly open as if they wanted to say something.

"Later on, you still don't have enough energy to talk. You need to rest to recover quickly and talk again, we'll talk about a lot." Anggara approached the face that was still attached to the oxygen.

Her little lips were pulled back a little, she smiled again.

Anggara grasped the fingers gently, kissed her longingly, she really missed, wanted to feel tightly hugged all night, but it was still impossible for her to do. For sure he will not give up on making that day happen with the girl in front of him.

Enjoying the sense of security presented by the adult man, his heart warms, peace slips in the recesses of the heart, his weak body cools, he falls asleep.

"Zahira!"

Anggara worried that the girl fainted or went back into a coma, Anggara shook the girl's shoulders slightly but there seemed to be no reaction. He will call the doctor and release the hand that has been warm since, but the soft, pliable hand tightens, as if it would not be left behind.

Anggara stopped, he sat back to look at the quiet face that was sleeping, she was beautiful.

One week had passed, the beautiful girl was already able to sit down and smile. His gentle and spoiled style could again be witnessed, but there was no debate this time, he did not want to argue over the handsome man who adored him so much.

"We're going to Singapore by noon, are you ready?" anggara asked sitting next to the girl leaning over.

"What to?" answer slowly.

"Yes, you have to heal" she explained, staring at the pretty face as usual.

"Are you not tired of taking care of me?" ask Zahira again.

"No, I'm never tired before you go home and be mine." she replied with a friendly smile.

"Raya?"

He remembered the girl he was with.

"He pushed me, saying I shouldn't die." Zahira cried, her face became tense and scared.

"Yes, he's fine." Anggara replied smiling, contrary to what he was hiding.

"I_"

"Have it, don't think about anything else, the most important thing is that now we're going to get ready to go, you need to heal and go home with a happy smile." His brown eyes stared expectantly.

He's nodding.

"Members, the plane will leave at 11:00 all ready. You have to really keep his mood up, it'd be better if he slept on the plane." Ricky comes in and talks.

"Of!"

Zahira called the always fresh man.

"Yes baby!" answer as usual.

"You? Can't you just change that disgusting call?" Anggara stared resentfully at his annoying assistant.

"I'm used to it, you have to understand." He won't budge.

"I didn't expect you to be so disobedient to me." Anggara threw a lazy face looking at him again.

The man chuckles amusedly, he keeps approaching the smiling Zahira looking at her, just like his mother used to laugh and love Ricky.

"You have to heal, remember you have to accompany the rest of the old virgin's life, pity she has a rusty heirloom" he said half-whispering.

Zahira smiled amusedly hearing that, it was true that even she did not have a lover.

"You don't think I heard!" Anggara hits Ricky's hand close to Zahira's.

"I'm just encouraging him, is that wrong?" Ricky's pissed him off.

"I'm scared." Zahira's voice sounded soft, but made the two people look at her.

"What are you afraid of?" Anggara shifts Ricky and asks him to stay away.

"I'm afraid to forget you." The answer is still very slow.

"Not to be afraid, I'll remind you." Ricky smiled and passed away from the room, he knew his boss who was always single was wanting to seduce.

"He's right, I won't leave you and will always remind you. If you're afraid of losing me here, then keep my name here." Anggara pointed at Zahira's forehead and then turned to his chest, not to touch but looks so friendly.

Zahira smiled, she was thinking about something.

"Father!" said later.

"She's fine baby." replied Anggara, he did not want his favorite girl to cry again because he remembered the family that had made him suffer. Grasping that hand tightly again, reassuring all would be fine.

"Of!" call lirih.

"Yes?"

"Thank you" he said again.

"No need to thank you, I'm glad I found you. Be ready and always pray, we'll be leaving soon." Anggara saw the clock in his hand.

Zahira nodded.

"I'll have Ricko prepare your needs there."