Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

81. Single-mindedly

In the morning when two rakaat in David's house, the husband and wife's prayer looked tired and lazy to go to the office. His always stable spirit to go to the office is now changing want to always rest at home and away from work.

Moreover, when some of his business associates inquired about Radit's marriage with Mr. Anwar's daughter in hiding. Ayu is increasingly insecure about talking about children with them and will choose to shy away from all talk outside of work.

"Darling, I want to talk to you." David's voice broke a beautiful woman's daydream.

"Yes?" he's looking.

"I didn't like Anwar's son coming here, to be honest, seeing his face made me remember losing Zahira." at a glance he glanced at Ayu and refocused on the bread on his plate.

"I don't like David either, but I also can't refuse his presence if in his stomach there's our blood, Radit's son." Ayu filled her plate with bread.

"But I don't want to be repeated here again, didn't I tell his father that day that I didn't want to see him and his son." david's gaze sharpened as he remembered the day.

"I was so David, too, but remember he's got your flesh and blood, too, don't you want a grandson." I want David to understand.

"Whatever it is, what must have been yesterday was the last time he came here, because if twice I was afraid it would disappoint him." David showed a dislike face.

"I know you love Zahira very much, but try to understand David, just a little." Ayu said very slowly.

"I'd understand if he wasn't the one, but I don't know why I couldn't take it even a little." David looked at Ayu.

"But Radit wants the kid, don't make him crazier even if you don't like it." Ayu.

"I'll go first." David did not answer and passed without kissing his wife's forehead. The man had no intention of going to the office, but it seemed like his mood was going up and down.

"David!" call Ayu but not heard by the man, the road is very fast, of course he is holding back emotions.

*

One week after Radit's rampage, the man is now recovering. He was more obedient and heard what the doctor said as well as Nurul who always faithfully accompanied him.

Like today, the man enjoyed the atmosphere of the hospital's front garden with Nurul. His face looked calmer and most importantly he was able to tell stories.

Even though they only told me about the light but occasionally tucked a sentence that made Nurul unable to answer.

"I feel like I'm losing Ummi." she said sounding sad.

"Everyone will feel the loss, Radit does not bother to think about that article. Ummi juge never felt lost, very sad. Let God determine the direction of the way of life kite, bile kate Allah happy, happy kite life, bile kate Allah has not timeunye happy, certainly kite kene patient." Nurul.

"I want to heal Ummi" he said again.

"Pestilah, Radit will recover quickly bile Radit diligent worship, study sincerely, all have been determined the Supreme Kuase. Sorry no gune." Nurul saw Radit was calmer, even the direction of the man's speech was no longer self-blame excessively.

"All humans must never make mistakes, and according to the rules of regret always Ade behind. Mane's time can be turned back, but the opportunity to change and correct the mistake of self is certainly still Ade. Don't use the sise of living to regret, lose!" Nurul smiled encouragingly.

"I'll try Ummi."

True if his age is too young to feel the loss, more precisely too young to marry and bear the responsibility that he did not understand at all. At that time it was only love that controlled him, wanted to have, fear of loss, also the desire of the young soul that was difficult to control. Never minded there will be trials that come up in half the journey, he was really not ready, even still too stupid to make a decision.

*

"Mas, aren't we getting married tonight, and where are you going?" Zahira followed the steps of the tall man who had just walked out of his room in neat clothes.

"Just for a second baby, there's a business associate of mine from out of town who wants to meet. Pity he's come a long way, I also have to be professional." Anggara justifies the button of the shirt peeking behind his suit.

"Male or female?" tanya Zahira was still standing in front of Anggara.

"Male and female, he brought his daughter who would carry on his parents' business." Anggara doesn't lie.

"He'll like you" he said with his face bent.

"We're going to get married, for what reason care about people who like or dislike." Anggara rubbed the head wrapped in the hijab.

He did not move, nor was he willing to let Anggara go.

Anggara grabbed Zahira's shoulder and slightly rubbed the small arm. "Rest and ask Auntie anything, or do you want a massage? You can ask for it. Prepare yourself for tonight." he said a little seduce.

"But_"

"I won't be long." Anggara promised.

"Promise?" Zahira opened her eyes wide.

"Yes." the man smiled.

"Go, don't forget to go home sooner. I don't want to be a widow before I get married!" he turned back to his room.

Anggara chuckles amusedly to hear it, of course he will never miss a wedding that has been very long in waiting.

*

Nature sometimes brings joy, a clear night with a stretch of blue sky sprinkled with stars around the moon that seems to be smiling. The comfortable, cool and peaceful atmosphere in the luxurious house made about a hundred people present feel happy.

The small table is already available with a beautiful glass box containing shining white diamonds hinting at its value that is not worth hearing ordinary people. Looks like the adult man has been sitting quietly waiting for someone who has not also revealed his nose, of course in his heart is very sure that what will appear is a beautiful angel figure, very beautiful, that will accompany him for the rest of his life.

"You nervous?" The assistant did not miss teasing his boss.

"Shut up!" answer Anggara.

"His bride has gone down, she is beautiful." Someone's voice made the man turn his head.