Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

91. Wife's voice

"Ricky, divert all my assets in Zahira's name." Anggara contacts Ricky, the annoying flagship assistant.

"Yesterday you told me to! You know it doesn't need a process." Ricky becomes upset at his boss.

"I want to be quick." she replied no matter how complicated Ricky's life was.

"Can't you just relax a little bit, just enjoy your time with your wife" Ricky replied.

"No." answered Anggara briefly.

"Basic." he said sounding annoyed.

"Tomorrow I don't work." continued Anggara again.

"You said you wanted to do it soon, but you're adding to my job."

"Zahira is pregnant, she wants me to accompany her all day." replied Anggara again.

"Huh, are you serious?" Ricky was so surprised, he was so happy.

"Yes, I did it." she replied sounding very happy.

"Haha, eventually the heir will be born as well, I'm happy" Ricky replied with a laugh.

"That's why I want you to take care of it right away." he ordered again.

"Yes, you take it easy."

Anggara decided to call his cell phone, he inhaled the air on the balcony so delicious, his chest cavity was relieved with a calm mind and of course a happy heart.

"Mas." the spoiled call sounded right on Anggara's back, the girl slipped her small hand between her shoulders and rubbed the chest of Anggara's field.

"What's? Want anything?" anggara asked turned around and hugged the warm little body.

"No, it just feels good to go out and eat on the side of the road, I'm bored" she replied.

"All right, we're going out." Anggara peeked at the always smooth forehead, so long until a little wet.

Zahira looks happy, her dimples deepen as she feels happy, her red lips unceasingly drawn at both corners. He never felt a burden, just happy when with Anggara, whether in front there, it is not impossible that there will be sadness that will be blocked, because life is not always happy, happy, or not forever grieving, all come in turns like day and night, that's the rule of nature.

"We'll just go there" Zahira said as he passed through the park.

Anggara turned his head, the green garden that many food vendors in front of him. "Not bad." Anggara looking for a place to park their car.

"There's a rujak mas!" his eyes sparkled at the food from the fresh fruit.

"Would we ask Auntie to make it, she's really good at cooking." Anggara is not sure the food is hygienic.

"I want that one." Zahira looked begging.

"Alright." of course he will relented, ordering a serving of fruit rujak with palm sugar seasoning does look very tempting.

"It's very fragrant." Zahira sucked the aroma of the mashed spice, many times he swallowed his saliva and it could not be separated from the attention of Anggara.

"I'm sorry, please this one's for my wife. He's cravings." Anggara could not bear to watch the scene longer.

"Oh, I'll order first!" the young mother looked resentfully at Anggara.

"My wife has gulped so many times. Look, I'm gonna pay for your order if my wife gets it first." Anggara is not out of ways.

"Well that I agree." the others also agree, obviously agree, Mak, because it's free.

"Thank you." Anggara immediately grabbed a plate filled with fruit and spices, invited Zahira to sit in a chair and immediately enjoy the food.

"Enak Mas" he said as he continued to chew, his red lips increasingly look tempting because of the spicy food.

"Eat" he said still faithfully holding the plate.

"I want to eat this every day" he said again.

"Yes, but slowly darling, we'll buy it again if you still want." They passed the time happily.

*

Two Weeks later.

"My stomach hurts!" Merry came out of the room holding his waist, saw the stairs are high enough to make him more painful if he had to go up looking for Radit there, he was up and had not come down from dawn.

"Auntie!" call Merry.

"Get Radit!" he sounds commanding.

Aunty immediately went up and immediately called Radit, before how long she went down in a hurry.

"Merry!" Radit.

"My stomach hurts, it looks like it's about to give birth" she said grimacing with the pain.

"Wouldn't it be next week?" Radit immediately takes the car keys and embraces Merry immediately getting into it.

"I don't know, it hurts so much." Merry was still grimacing, also crying.

"Prophey, we're going to the nearest hospital." Radit slightly stroked his distended stomach.

The hospital was not too crowded, Radit immediately went down and brought Merry with him.

"My wife is about to give birth." Radit looked panicked, following the doctor into the delivery room.

"Hold a little!" The doctor examined Merry's content, the glove he took off and felt his distended stomach.

"Still have to wait, be patient Mom!" The doctor smiled.

"How long is it Doc?" ask Radit.

"Maybe it's still about four hours." The doctor left the room.

"Radit, this hurts so much." Merry was still grimacing and agitated.

"Yes, I'm here." Radit comforted and held his hand.

"I'm thirsty" he said again.

"I'll buy you mineral water." Radit let go of Merry's hand and walked out of his room.

The long hallway in the big hospital made Radit have to walk a bit long, he was thinking about who to contact to accompany him.

"Mas, come home later I want to buy chicken flour in the shop earlier."

Slowly but the voice of the girl was set in her eardrum.

"Yes, but check it out first, you're often nauseous dear."

Also that voice, Radit knew him well.

"Let's go in." he asked, still tickling Radit's ear.

"I'll take a call for a second, baby, not long." Anggara did not go in, out of the doorway released the hand of Zahira who was already inside first.

"Of!" Radit called out to him, the young man's face looked tense.

"Yes!" Anggara was also surprised and lowered his hand from the ear.

"Om with whom?" Radit stared intently, as if wanting to enter the room behind Anggara.

"With my wife" he replied calmly.

"You're married?" Radit was really curious about the voice he heard.

"Yes." Yeah." Aggara passed by not wanting to talk more.

Radit was silent with his eyes continuing to follow Anggara's back, he was really curious but he also had to buy drinking water for Merry.

"What's up, son?" Ayu was already standing before Radit.

"Mama, why is Mama here?" tanya Radit has not been surprised also was thinking.

"I came to your house, and mother came here with the clothes Auntie had prepared." Ayu was carrying a big bag.

Radit still looks confused.

"What's wrong?" Ayu was sure that something was making her son think.

"I met Om Anggara, he's with his wife in here" Radit said, making Ayu curious.

"really?" ask Ayu.

"I heard them talking, and his wife's voice was like Zahira's." Radit was so sure, looking at Ayu's face, as well as the half-closed door.