Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

88. He just loves me

"Go with Jia, and don't open the mask if you stop on the street, I don't want you to get the flu, and there's a lot of dirty dust outside." Anggara kept reminding his wife while hugging, walking towards the car.

"Am I still not healed?" Zahira felt the stitches on her head, she thought it had dried up and there was no taste whatsoever.

"Let's not forget it's a suture wound, don't scratch it even though it's itchy." Anggara lowered the little hand from his head.

"Alright, it doesn't feel all right." her pretty face bent, with pursed lips.

"That's all, everything else is fine." Anggara anchored his warm kiss, enjoying for a moment the smell of vanilla and the softness of Zahira's skin.

His little hand was spoiled, with a sweet smile engraved for getting another friendly kiss he loved.

"I go first, I'll pick you up later." whispered Anggara again, his warm hands curled beautifully around Zahira's slim waist.

"Yes" she replied briefly, but it sounded adorable.

Anggara gives the last kiss before work, then immediately get into the car avoid if the girl returns whining and can not be avoided will repeat the intimacy that is difficult to end.

Fencing smiled to himself in his car saw the glass that still reflected the girl did not also move to look at the departure of Anggara to far away. Remembering once an Anggara was only a witness to the intimacy of both parents Zahira, did not expect to get a sense of extraordinary it at the age of almost stepped on the head of four. Having that girl with all the admirable manners of her parents, it would be foolish to waste her, and it would never happen. Wait, he remembered something!

Yesterday Anggara got word that the stupid man had returned, sooner or later just waiting for time. When will he show up and find out Zahira is still around? Surely it is not easy for everyone, especially for him who must always maintain the mood of Zahira who is still not fully recovered.

While at home, at 10:00 am Zahira was sitting in a luxury car that was always ready to take her anywhere.

"Jia." call her soft.

"Yes Miss!" the woman who was starting the machine answered.

"Is the salon far away?" ask Zahira again.

"Not really Miss, just Thirty minutes." she replied politely.

"All right."

The car drove at medium speed, spoiling Zahira who was engrossed in playing his phone. The red lips smiled occasionally and sometimes the nose that frowned did not like. I don't know what he was looking at on that thin screen, Jia just smiled a little at the behavior of her beautiful master.

"It's up to Miss." she said after a while.

"Oh." Zahira keeps her phone and goes down after Jia opens the door.

Zahira holding Jia's hand tightly made the girl go awry, what a thin, tall and slim girl that felt bad. Anggara is very good at choosing a bodyguard for his wife, almost the same age, smart and smart to fight of course.

"I'm going to the toilet for a while Miss" he told Zahira.

"Yes, there's no need to worry that I can do it alone." Zahira immediately sat back on the soft chair and was designed to relax.

The woman nodded and passed, after all the salon was the property of Anggara's partner, so nothing would happen to her employer.

They did not know any woman was paying attention and was in the room as well. He seemed curious because Zahira never let go of the mask, up to almost half an hour, and finally! The pink mask on the loose and placed on the table made the woman who did not stop looking at it round her eyes as if the eyeball wanted to jump out immediately.

"Zahira!" he said slowly, the girl undoes her intention to do treatment because she saw the beautiful face that is not foreign.

"I'm in a hurry, sorry!" cut Merry to the salon employee who spoke to him.

Zahira who had just leaned back turned towards the source of the voice, her clear eyes narrowed at the woman again, not long ago she saw the woman who was yelling at her thief, this time she wanted to know her.

Zahira smilingly stared intensely at the face of the pregnant mother who was also staring at him unblinkingly.

But not with Merry, the woman approached with a sharp look and Arogan's face. Walk slowly by continuing to rub the upper abdomen as if to show that he is happy.

Not dismissing, Zahira saw the enlarged stomach as if something was stuck, but he did not also talk.

"How are you?" merry asked in an emphasis tone, his words were merely forced pleasantries.

"Well." replied Zahira subtly, not reducing her beauty even though she did not smile, she thought if this woman really knew her.

"I thought you'd left this world, but it's okay!" merry's words did not raise his voice, but his aura made Zahira uncomfortable.

Zahira was surprised but he did not want to rush to answer, after all he did not know what the woman meant.

"I don't want you to come back just to be a bully of my happiness with my husband, don't even think about taking it" Merry said.

Zahira was still confused, but all she thought about was Anggara. "He's my husband." replied Zahira firmly.

"No, he just wants me and my son. I hope you know yourself!" Merry warned.

"He only loves me." replied Zahira feeling resentment in her heart.

"His love will run out if you see the face of this child born into the world, while you have nothing, only love" he said in a derogatory tone.

It was unexpected that Zahira stood up, aligned herself with the arrogant-looking woman who was already standing before him.

"I don't think that self-knowing is you, and it looks like you're a worthless woman in your husband's eyes!" reply Zahira.

"Shut your mouth!" merry's reddened face held back anger.

"Why don't you just shut this ugly mouth of yours." Zahira pointed at Merry's face boldly.

"You dare?" Merry became emotional.

"Of course I dare, you tease me!" answer without fear. "Not only dare but I can also beat you up, I don't care if you're pregnant, I can throw you up until your baby crawls out on its own." Zahira approached Merry with a terrible look, her clear eyes becoming sharp making Merry's guts shrivel.

"What do you want?" Merry retreated by holding her distended stomach.

"I want to teach you!" replied Zahira again, still with a creepy face.

"Miss, you don't have to." Jia approached and faced Merry, the woman narrowed her eyes with a sinister smile engraved clearly underestimating the conceited pregnant woman.

"You guys don't try to touch me, let alone mess around. I can complain to the police" he said in fear.