Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

85. Anggara's Wife

"He stole an expensive bag there and I saw it." she didn't stop, her wide eyes were staring hard and also very curious about the girl carrying the bag she wanted to have.

Zahira did not reply, only standing in his position, nor opening the mask that covered part of his face.

"Sorry Miss, don't misunderstand me. He's the owner of the company and the shopping center." One of the officers approached the woman who made the scene.

"No way, this belongs to Mr. Anggara right?" he asked again with an arrogant face as if he knew the owner well.

"True Miss, and she's his wife." replied the mature woman smiling kindly.

Increasingly making the girl dumbfounded and staring intently at Zahira, the visitor and some security slowly dispersed, instead smiling respectfully at the girl who covered her face.

"Zahira!" call Merry with his heart racing faster with various thoughts enveloping him.

Zahira turned her head slightly and stepped away with Lastri.

"Do I know her Aunt?" ask plain Zahira.

"I never knew Non Zahira had such a friend" replied Bibi showing dislike towards the woman who was still gawking at their departure.

While there, Merry did not buy anything inside and preferred to go home with an ungodly heart.

Arriving at his apartment with a red face, a look of dislike, a large chest was seen up and down with all the flavors mixed in it.

His hand grabbed all the equipment on the room table, throwing and slamming everything that looked idle, screaming like crazy.

"No, it must be a similar person." tried to regulate his breathing.

"Fuck." His big eyes were reddened, his white teeth were clenched with so much annoyance, his hands were hitting the bed where he was sitting tired.

"What if it's really him?" he said again, his hands rubbed the nape that felt cold sweat, his head began to feel dizzy with the number of fireflies around the crown.

"I don't want him to take Radit back" he said softly. "But no, he doesn't even know me. It must be someone else, there's no way she could be Anggara's wife."

His large stomach became tight, forcing him to stop being angry at innocent items.

Grabbing cellphone. "Halo Aunt" he said again set the breath sitting leaning.

"What's Merry?" tanya Ayu did not sound happy nor was she angry.

"Can I come to Malaysia to see Radit?" asked Merry expectantly.

"Sorry it's impossible, I'll go with David. He's recovering, and soon he'll be back."

"Well, I'll always be patient waiting for him to come back" Merry replied sounding sad.

"Yes." Yeah." Ayu answered briefly and ended her phone call.

His smile rises staring at the screen of the phone that has darkened, he thinks Radit will soon go home and return to live the day as usual. He never stopped thinking a few months before the handsome man had begun to melt and can be seduced easily, of course after he returned Merry will repeat it. And don't forget soon she will give birth to a child from the David family, nothing will stop her from controlling the family.

But

Again the shadow of the woman! Making cold sweat flow, creating pain in his large stomach that increasingly felt piercing.

"Father!" he said he grabbed his cell phone and called Anwar his father.

*

A beautiful afternoon accompanied by a bed of roses of various colors stretched out in a spacious courtyard, deliberately prickly beautiful plants were planted and cared for to please someone who was currently smiling.

"You like it?"

The heavy voice was disturbing, but no less happy if the one who came was a man who was so loved. Immediately approaching and hugging him tightly, the smell of mint seemed to tickle the heart so peacefully leaning on the chest of his field.

"I like everything." she replied with a good laugh.

"Where did you go, hemm?" Anggara looked at the face hiding in his chest.

"Shopping with Aunt. Ah not shopping, but picking things up in your shop." she said again.

Anggara chuckled at the words. "Take as you please" he replied, peeling the top of the head and stroking his back.

"I did take it, to the extent that there was a woman who yelled when I stole. And strangely again, he knows my name." Zahira looked up at Anggara questioningly.

"Who?" Anggara scrunched his forehead.

"Don't know, I don't care about it either." went back to hiding in Anggara's arms.

"Forget it, maybe she's one of my business partner's wives who came when we got married." Anggara did not want to make his wife think, even the stitches of the operation was still not fully healed.

"Maybe." Zahira forgot.

"We're going to the end there?" invite Anggara to point at the end of the park.

"Aren't you tired?" tanya Zahira is still busy spoiling.

"Not with you" she said, approaching her red lips that filled her mind all day.

Zahira slightly tiptoed past her husband's cheeks first, carving a smile and spirit that afternoon. Anggara likes it, replying more not past every inch of Zahira's beautiful face.

"I've missed you all day." Anggara hugged her tightly, with her lips unable to move on from Zahira's lips which were always red and wet.

Zahira did not answer, his clear eyes occasionally closed enjoying the soft touch Anggara, the adult man always washed away, making himself float and did not want to stop. Her delicate fingers were so agile and sexy to touch at every sensitive point, creating a craze sensation within her.

"It looks like the bed in our room is calling." whispered Anggara directly carrying the small body lightly.

Zahira smiled amusedly at the words mixed with the roar of breath colliding with each other, her handsome face looking seductive.

The spacious room awaits a terrible battle today, not tired of the soft foam that moves to the rhythm of the dance of two people who are in a drunken romance.

"I like this." Anggara pointed at his wife's red lips.

Zahira smiled very sweetly.

"Also this." Anggara pointed at the soft and large part.

"And all" he said again did not waste time to immediately destroy the beautiful girl in front of him, making him squirm and move wild fishing to conquer his resistance. Of course it won't be long, a moment later he will definitely be under the control of the horsemen.

The spacious room suddenly became hot when the sweat of two people became one, the smile of happiness did not escape to decorate.

"Thank you for being my wife, I love you so much" Anggara said, grabbing her in his arms.

"Me too, I don't want to lose you." replied Zahira.

"Your lips are a little swollen, baby." Anggara stared up close.

"You didn't stop biting me." The whine was spoiled.