Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)
87. Tadpoles
Revealing the window curtain, the tall, white and handsome man stared out, the distant sky as if reflecting his unquenchable longing. Not to be missed each separate cloud point, as if to reveal the barrier and will show a beautiful face behind it. They are white, blue, thin and thick, small clumps are also large, they slowly walk in the direction of the wind, small ones go out following their mothers, until they break up into smoke and evaporate in space.
Zahira, the name that was still engraved was clearly in his heart.
"Wherever you go, if your burden is a feeling then he will always come along. Unlike if your load is luggage, then when you're tired you can immediately let go." David saw his only child staring at the sky with teary eyes.
"This is not how compared to my mistake with Papa, so I'm willing to feel it." replied Radit lowered his head.
"If there is the hardest thing in the world, it is sincere. Moreover, mengikhlaskan innocent people, it's more difficult even in saying impossible." David looked up at the distant sky. The two men dissolved for a moment with their respective thoughts.
"Sometimes I imagine, if the opportunity were still there." His heart went back to pain.
"Be a responsible man, at least to yourself. Do not repeat the mistake that made you regret, dan_"
Radit.
"Don't be easy to trust anyone who looks good, not necessarily the depth is really good. You know, in this world there aren't many good people! There's pretending to be good, and good if there's a want." David patted Radit's arm and passed from his son's room.
Radit fell silent, he was thinking about a good man, rather he was figuring out who his father meant who pretended to be good?
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"He's back, miss!" a man reported to Merry who was sitting on the sofa with her distended belly held heavy.
"Yes. And you carry on with your other duties." answered Merry flicking one hand asking the man to leave.
"Tomorrow Anggara's wife will come out, the schedule goes to the salon at 10:00 am" he said immediately resigned.
"Send the salon address!" Merry slightly shouted as the man was already in the doorway, but nodded before he disappeared.
He slightly smiled, but then closed his eyes with tightened teeth. He was thinking a lot, wanted to meet Radit immediately, but he was afraid Ayu was angry if he had not obtained his permission. At the moment Merry only has Ayu who he can hope to always be with Radit, even he doubts if Radit has really recovered and accepted it as before.
"I have to see the woman, I have to know if she really is Zahira" he said.
Of course he was afraid if it was Zahira, but again he felt very confident because of his distended stomach he would show in front of Zahira, of course, she has more value than the woman her husband loves. Tonight he'll spend it thinking and devising plans to meet Zahira.
A lonely night, of course it is an expression for people who are far from the tide. Radit who lives in Zahira, Merry who still has not met with Radit, a married woman but far from her husband, it certainly feels very torturous.
In contrast to couples who are always happy, love each other and always complement each other, seduce and share, fill each other and enjoy each other.
"Mas, tomorrow I want to come to your office." he said spoiled, his little hands hugging and playing on the chest that contained soft feathers teasing.
"Just for a minute, at most an hour" he replied still not switching positions.
"I'm coming home at lunchtime, I'll pick you up." Anggara replied so indulging his little wife who some days began to return to her usual attitude, tiny mouth, tiny mouth, with thick lips on the bottom always makes Anggara drunk because of it.
"Well, I'll wait for you to pick up, and I won't go home if you don't come" she replied, letting go of her toys and hugging Anggara, closing her eyes but not falling asleep.
"Dear, I always come for you. I never make you wait." replied Anggara smilingly staring at the face sleeping on her shoulder, her brown eyes so happy watching that beautiful face every night in her arms.
The spoiled voice that was always whining was only silent when he was asleep, until the morning picked up, his mouth would again chirp with all kinds of words out of his red lips. A moment of silence when Anggara became the priest of two rakaat and again whined by sharing various kinds of requests after a few minutes.
"It's a shame I'm leaving early today, because there was a job that was missed yesterday" Anggara said, looking for clothes in his big closet.
Zahira's hand precedes reaching for the clothes she thinks are right for her husband, putting on a shirt with the occasional naughty touch of judging.
"My wife is so ignorant." Anggara hugged him tightly, with his small hands buttoned up his shirt from top to bottom.
"It's a fun activity, don't miss it." she replied looking very sweet.
"I don't want to be spoiled, if we have children you will be troubled dear." Anggara said very close to her beautiful face.
"But it's still a long time." replied Zahira grabbed the suit and put it on, but Anggara's hand did not take off the small waist alternately left and right.
"Who said?" he said again, peeping the smooth cheek.
"It's only been a while since we got married" replied Zahira.
"We do it every time, afternoon, afternoon, morning, and many times during the night. I'm healthy baby, I guarantee one of them has formed a tadpole in your womb." the man did not get tired of starting and touching the hidden point behind the shirt.
"Right, if once there were millions of tadpoles, what if five times." Zahira seemed to think.
"Five times a day, if a month?" Aggara made the girl think.
"Ah that's a lot, I got confused counting it." Zahira hugged Anggara.
"No need to count, you count the results after this month." Anggara chuckles amusedly.
"True, I was so tired of thinking about it." the girl acted as usual, before she forgot her memory.
In the presence of Radit she was always a gentle, kind and polite woman even though sometimes she also showed her indulgence. Somehow if with Anggara she became a different girl again, laughed loosely and did not cover anything, did not even hesitate to show its shortcomings. Maybe because it was too comfortable, he always made it comfortable.
