Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

80. Not husband and wife

"Your energy is still not recovered baby, you still need a lot of rest." Anggara still persuaded him, adult men seem to understand the feelings of a girl who wants to be spoiled. Surely if he was married, he would do all that without being asked.

"I just want to be with you." she replied slowly, still playing Anggara's finger.

"We are together now." Anggara can only smile to enjoy the plump finger playing between his fingers.

"All right, I'm gonna go to bed." The girl let go of Anggara's hand and just walked into her room.

Anggara wanted to catch up and persuade her again, but it would be very dangerous if she went in there. The handsome man breathed heavily, he grabbed the phone in his pants pocket.

"Yes, what's wrong?" the answer from across the street sounded.

"You're getting my wedding ready as soon as possible." Anggara turned to the girl's room which was already sealed shut.

"Why?" there was an amused chuckle across there.

"He's upset with me because I don't want to sleep with him." Anggara is expressing anxiety.

The man across the street laughed even more.

"You hear no?" Anggara is so upset.

"Yes, I heard. I'm collecting files for your marriage including Zahira's divorce papers. It's a good thing that yesterday I was still taking care of it during the final trial of the divorce, otherwise you can't get married." she laughed again.

"Good." Anggara breathes a sigh of relief.

"Patience, you'll feel it." Ricky is back to teasing his boss.

"If I had to be patient I'd hold on with all my might, but this is the opposite, so I don't have the heart."

Ricky was laughing and coughing and couldn't speak.

"Here, later your life can float because it laughs too much at me. I'll marry Zahira as soon as possible, make sure everything's done before the weekend." she ordered Ricky to laugh.

"Alright, I won't let you down" said the man trying seriously and stopping laughing.

"Good." Anggara disconnects his phone call.

For a moment the man was still standing occasionally still staring at Zahira's room, his heart was a little curious whether he had slept, or was still upset with her, he became agitated.

Long standing enjoying the night air alone, his heart still felt unsettled, his brown eyes could not stop looking at the door there.

His steps swayed slowly, his smooth hand raised even though he hesitated a little but still he opened it.

Peering at the girl turned out not to be asleep, she moved around as if she were blowing a troubled heart.

"Why haven't you slept?" Anggara slowly approached.

Zahira got up and sat on the bed, her red lips pursed, unwilling to smile.

"You must rest" Anggara said again.

"Do you have another wife so our room must be separate?" Zahira stared intently at the man standing before her.

"Well! Ti_ no." she replied by continuing to stare at the face that was sulking.

"Then why are we like this, don't you love me? We're not like husband and wife." Zahira looked in wonder at Anggara.

Anggara took a breath, the man did not dodge this time. He sat up to the beautiful girl and grabbed her hand.

"I'm going to tell you something, but you have to promise not to get mad at me" she said softly.

"What?" Her clear eyes were looking for something in Anggara's brown eyes.

"You're not my husband? But the nurse said you were my husband?" Zahira seemed hard to accept the reality she heard.

"But we're getting married soon, I'm really gonna be your husband and you're my wife." Anggara tightened his hand.

"When?" zahira asked slowly, her clear eyes began to dew.

"After our file is finished, two or three more days" Anggara smiled as if giving an appointment.

Zahira lowered her head, confused by the situation she was in.

"It won't be long, honey, I can't wait to be with you, pamper you and hold you until morning. I've been imagining it for a long time." Anggara slightly pulled the clumsy hand so that the beautiful face is not too far away.

For a moment he was silent, he was thinking about various things that he himself did not know how to express.

"Do I have a home?" ask Zahira then.

"Have it." Anggara answered honestly.

"As long as I'm sick, I'm just looking at you, don't my mom's dad know?" asked Zahira still did not stop her curiosity.

"They're gone, they're dead." Anggara also said honestly.

"I'm alone?" asked the delicate voice, his eyes unwilling to blink stared at the face that patiently answered his question.

"Yes." answered Anggara.

"I want to see my parents' graves." Zahira said seriously.

"Of course we'll be there later after the day we get married, we'll tell her that we'll live a happy life." Anggara continued to hold the clasped hand, he was very afraid that the girl would be sad.

She smiled showing off her dimples again, "I want to see the faces of my father and mother." His clear eyes turned to look, glaring out right at the open door, the distant sky as if the existence of his mother's father.

"I have a picture of him if you want to see." Anggara made the girl look over quickly.

"really?" zahira asked with great pleasure.

"I'll take it."

Anggara left Zahira, a moment later he had returned with a box containing many photos.

"I want to see." Zahira drew closer to the recently seated Budget.

"This is a picture of your mother, she looks like you." Anggra said giving a photo of a beautiful girl the age of Zahira, she was smiling and looking beautiful, graceful and gentle.

"He looks like me" he said slowly.

"This is a picture of your father when he and I worked together to build a hotel in Bali." Anggara submitted a photo of him and Zahira's father, the two people in the photo seem to be competing with their respective good looks, and with equally sweet smiles like sugar and sugar cane compete for the attention of ants.

Zahira was so focused on seeing the face of the man with black eyes in the photo, looking very sweet smile with red lips and dimples like himself. He was amazed and certainly wanted to be in those days, meeting his father.

Anggara also smiled to see the girl was so washed away in the atmosphere in the photo. And Anggara was also washed away with all that his favorite girl had, the beauty of her mother, and the good looks of her father became one in the perfection of Zahira, of course that's what makes Anggara want it so much.

"May I keep it?" the small hand did not take off to the two photos given Anggara.

"Of course I can." Anggara handed over a medium-sized box.

"Sleep, you have to rest a lot for you to fully recover. I don't want to see you sick let alone lose you" he said subtly.

"Yes mas." Her merdunya voice made the heart tremble.