Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

90. Said who?

"Everyone has hope, even the helpless have hope of life. So do I who are alive, still have hope to be happy, even though I do not know when that time will come." Radit shook his head, then lowered his head in a breath that did not feel relieved. "Sometimes I still wish Zahira was alive" he said with a bitter smile.

"He can't take your son, son, that's why he's suing for divorce." I slowly tried to explain.

"Yes." Yeah." Radit again held the grief itself, he also could not force Zahira to accept his son, he ever begged for divorce, until finally must be brought to court.

"Later in the afternoon Merry will come here, maybe with him and your future son you will be a little entertained." Ayu stroked Radit's arm.

"Yes" he answered trying to strengthen himself.

*

Across the street, she was flower-flowing with news from her mother-in-law, she was preparing to meet Radit with a radiant face and a myriad of longings that she had for five months more to endure.

He got out of the apartment, immediately hailed a taxi and brought his suitcase inside. On the way he was imagining sitting alone with Radit, enjoying his handsome face with all his heart, day and night would not stop.

Before long, the car stopped in front of the three-storey House, looking quite luxurious, with a small garden in front of it, the cool minimalist design makes Merry want to go in and enjoy everything together with Radit.

"The gate of the house was open, an ART opened the door with great respect to the pregnant woman who would become her master.

"Where's Radit?" merry asked to see the room down there was no one.

"You've come." Radit came down from the second floor, he didn't smile, but he didn't look angry either.

"Roman!" Merry half-runningly hugged Radit tightly.

Radit did not reply, only holding Merry's shoulder and a moment later he broke the young mother's embrace.

"Are you okay?" radit asked a little smile.

"Of course I'm fine, I always take good care of myself and your son." replied Merry excitedly.

"Let's take a break, let me carry your bag." Radit grabbed him bringing him into the room on the ground floor.

"We sleep here?" tanya Merry hugged Radit's sturdy arm.

"I'm on top." replied Radit honestly. "But it will be here if you need me" he replied again fearing Merry's disappointment.

"I want to sleep in the same room as you." she whined a little.

"Yes, I'll move here later." replied Radit lazily arguing, he had to give in and throw his ego away. He realized that he was no longer a child.

"I miss you so much." Merry hugs Radit again and struggles spoiled.

"I'm sorry I just got back, so I forgot about you" Radit said.

"I'll never forget, I'll remind you that we'll soon have another three-week child. You're going to be Dad, and I'm going to be Mom." she said gently and stared at me.

"Thank you, this is all that's left." Radit held the huge belly, he felt the warmth of the woman's body holding the weight on his body. He was so proud when a movement felt touching the hand from inside there the baby greeted.

"He's moving?" Radit looked at Merry's slightly grimacing face.

"It hurts" said Merry scrunched his nose, of course the agile movement made him pain.

The woman did not miss the opportunity, hugged Radit and resuscitated her head on Radit's warm shoulder, letting her big hand stroke and play on her proud belly.

"I like it." Radit laughed and continued to look at Merry's face which occasionally still grimaces, he liked the interaction, so he made her happy again, and it also seemed that it did not matter his wife was a little spoiled.

"He's your son Radit, he misses you so much" he said, sounding spoiled.

"It looks like not just him, but you, too." Radit teased her a little, the man was swept away in the warmth of the meeting to the child who was still inside.

"Of course." Merry answered timidly, but then returned to tighten his embrace.

*

In another house, that morning a woman was waiting for an object that she placed on a tissue, her face tense with her hands unceasingly moving, holding her head, then her stomach, and her face, and then pull the tissue and put it back.

"Darling!" Aggara called him from the outside.

"Just a second!" the girl shouted, not even opening the bathroom door.

A few moments later, he came out.

"How's it?" Anggara stared at the beautiful face with a sense of uncertainty.

Zahira still did not open her voice, looking at Anggara unblinkingly, her red lips pursed.

Anggara took a breath and grabbed Zahira's small body into his arms, he stroked and kissed the girl's forehead. "That means we have to try harder" he said, calming his wife.

"Who said?" zahira replied still in Anggara's arms.

Anggara so thought, he loosened his embrace and looked at that pretty face with a slight frown.

"I'm pregnant!" zahira shouted revealing the small object in front of Anggara's face.

Slowly Anggara's warm hands grabbed the small object and watched for a moment, his wide smile imprinted perfectly. He is so happy, his brown eyes are glazed, he will finally have the heir to his business empire, the descendant of a Zahira who has always been the perfect woman in his eyes, the woman he loves the most in the world.

"It's true" he said, still seeing the little thing.

"It's true." Zahira answered still very excited.

"Thank you, thank you so much for being my wife and conceiving my son." Anggara hugged him so tightly, pecked his entire face and again drowned his wife's small body. Feeling unsatisfied and like still not close enough, the man carried and took her around in circles.

Tired, then took him to the big bed, again giving a kiss, not releasing him for a long time.

"I love you, love you so much my Zahira." Anggara buried his face in Zahira's neck, scented and soothing.

"I love you too, I don't want you to leave me just because I'm not pregnant, and now you have no reason." Zahira looked at her heartily but her beautiful face was so adorable.

"I'll never do it."

Back late in the happiness that was at the top, enjoying the aroma of vanilla honey taste that he always got in the body of the girl, Anggara was so fond of her, admiring also adored her. He never tired of making the girl happy, satisfied and happy. His delicate hands never tired of warming the young soul with full of desire, he would do everything for Zahira.