Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

09. Youlove her?

"Is there any more?" Radit asked after Zahira took some hijab.

"It." Zahira brought his belaja to the store clerk.

"At the cashier!" the officer handed him the clothes he had neatly packed, taken by Zahira who then went out to accompany Radit behind him.

Finished shopping Radit immediately brought him back to the office, because his promise to Anggara did not take long.

"We'll just go home." Zahira asked, her eyes looking at Radit expectantly.

"You have to go back to the office, and then the guy gets mad at you." Radit did not return the girl's gaze.

"I don't want to, I just want to go home." Zahira still insisted, making Radit pull over his car for a moment.

"But I'm not home, you'll get bored" she said softly, Zahira speechless, her heart beating faster. His tongue could not move and speak.

Radit was thus unable to resist the feeling that was in his chest, he threw his gaze out avoiding Zahira's gaze that was getting more beautiful in his eyes. Time and again the handsome man gulped down his saliva, suppressing a sense that seemed to be about to explode. Slowly he caught his breath and started driving his car.

Zahira was silent a thousand languages, just enjoying the sense of comfort it now turned into anxiety, when far away wanted to meet, had met still resisted longing, was near increasingly uncertain. Young man is in love drunk.

Unaware of their car arriving at Zahira's office, Radit opens the door and waits patiently for Zahiran to get out. Radit escorted him to the room, at a glance making sure he was safe, not forgetting to glance at the man sitting not far from the table of his beloved, "He also likes my Zahira' Raditya said.

"Later I'll pick you up early." Radit stroked Zahira's head without caring if anyone noticed him.

"Yes." Yeah." Zahira replied as usual, there was no smile but of course her heart was very happy. He let Radit go without looking at him again, continuing the work Anggara had prepared.

"You guys dating?" ask Anggara suddenly.

"Whatchu mean? I've never been in a relationship?" Zahira grew increasingly upset at the adult man's words.

"No courtship but very friendly, is it impatient to get married young?" he said without thinking anymore.

"It's none of your business" he replied without looking at his face.

"Of course it's my business, are you with me?" he stood up slowly approaching Zahira.

"Don't come any closer, stay away from me." Zahira shook her hand.

"Why? afraid I'll touch?" ask Anggara getting bolder.

"Of course." Zahira raised her voice.

"I've even touched you, hugged you, even kissed you on the cheek so much!" the man replied very clearly. Zahira looked up at the face of the man standing next to her.

"When did you do it?" Zahira was scared.

"When you were a baby" Anggara replied, casting a distant glance outwards.

"You!" Zahira could not say anything, various things that he imagined including his father and mother.

"I love that dimple of your cheek, your clear eyes that drift away, and also your delicate voice that pokes my ears. Makes me always want to meet you and make any excuse to visit your father's house." explained Gara again smiling sweetly to see Zahira who was still fixated, looking at him in wonder.

"Do you know my mother?" Zahira looked curious.

"Yes, he's my friend. As well as the person I admire." He replied slowly, his eyes radiating sadness.

"You love her?" Zahira knew exactly that gaze, an adult man would be weak when saying a sincere feeling, he often saw that when David spoke to him.

Anggara smiled, "Your mother loves your father" she replied.

"That's so complicated." Zahira looked tired of talking serious things, it made her lazy.

"You are, aren't you in love, so don't say love is complicated!" Aggara became anxious with the behavior of the little girl.

"You're so adorable, it makes me want to bite you right now." Anggara clenched his teeth, staring intently at the girl who was beginning to fear him.

"It turns out you're a perverted grown man!" he said it was like innocent.

"If I'm a pervert, I've been repeating things I did when you were a baby" she said, drawing her steps closer.

"Never try." Zahira tried to threaten him.

"Basic teaser." Anggara holds back both upset and anxious.

"You said I was a teaser! You don't see, I close my aura, I also keep my eyes on you, I avoid you even more!" yelling.

"You did close your aura, as well as your view. But your attitude makes me not stand it." Anggara massaged his forehead.

"Then don't blame me, you're the one who's been tempted by my presence" he said softly, but Anggara could still hear.

"You're right, I've been tempted. And you have to take responsibility!" Anggara slightly lowered his head, getting closer to his face.

"Why me?" Zahira did not accept, her eyes bulging in anger and annoyance.

"Marry me." he said very close, that firm hand pressed against the table that Zahira was wearing.

"I don't want to!" Zahira was scared and nervous.

"Why?" Anggara looked at him more and more.

"You're too old" Zahira said honestly.

"You're rejecting me?" Anggara was upset but felt funny, she laughed a little. Zahira was silent, not daring to move.

"Don't be too quick to refuse, later God turned the situation around so you are really fooled by me" he said casually.

"Go away there." Zahira felt uncomfortable being approached by the adult man.

"Basic bars. I wonder where he got such a trait." Anggara muttered to himself while walking away from him.

"I heard it!" Zahira yells.

Suddenly the door opened, David looked in by staring at the two people who had been arguing. "What's wrong?"

"No." The two men answered simultaneously, making David narrow his eyes.

"He wants to stop working." Anggara pointed at Zahira.

Zahira felt bullied, she snatched her lips. "Father!" Whimpering. David approached his daughter.

"Baby, it's usually whining!" Anggara increasingly dare to say it, while glancing and passing out.

"Darling not to be, you have to take care of your attitude. He won't hurt you, he's a good man." David advised his daughter.

"Yes Papa." Zahira.

"We're home." David smiled, seeing Zahira still bending her face as she grabbed the bag preparing to go home.

They go hand in hand, since Zahira knows David is not her real father he tries to reduce his effective attitude towards David, as a girl who is already Eighteen years of age certainly knows how to keep a distance to men who are not mahramnya. Although unfortunately not reduced even very grateful to him, for him David is the best papa.

"Zahira!" radit's voice called out to him, apparently the man kept his promise to pick Zahira home.

"Why come here, there will be Papa." David looked at him in wonder.

"I made a promise to him" Radit replied to his father.