Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

94. Good and Sholehah

Ayu came home with a broken heart, he never thought Anggara would say it all, even all this time he never said rude to everyone. But, he also thought that he had failed to take care of Zahira, it is true that if he did not pay attention to Zahira after he finished school, he thought Radit would take care of everything properly. It turns out that his trust in Radit is still not right, now he realizes, if he considers Zahira is not mature enough to hold the company, Radit should also not be mature enough to be given complete trust in Zahira.

If time could be reworked, Zahira should also get full financial access from Ayu, not rely on Radit. And again, he's not a poor man who doesn't have everything, he should be free to use all his possessions.

"Aaaaaaghhhhh!" Ayu yelled down in the room of the Director of Zahira company, the afternoon before the Maghrib he came to the office full of memories. The photo of the beautiful woman smiling was as if witnessing the cry of a sad foster sister.

"Sister!" his cries echoed in that empty space. "I failed to take care of your daughter, I was so stupid that I lost my daughter, I was stupid." she wept bitterly with her tears falling down the clean floor.

"I'm sorry Brother, forgive me!" he grew increasingly uncontrollable, occasionally squeezing his right hand into the collar of his own shirt, enduring such a huge tightness in the chest.

"I have to how Brother, how should I? I can't lose Zahira."

The photo was still smiling, he could not answer even though his crying was growing louder, he also would not cry even though he saw tears. If they used to cry together, it would not happen again at this time. Until the night Ayu did not move, he enjoyed solitude in a dark room, wanted to feel the pain to reduce his anger and guilt, but free it even made him more sad.

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The lights of the room lit up, it was heard that someone was pressing an electric start near the door. That slow step approached with certainty, even that calming distinctive scent could already be felt.

"What's going on?" david asked slowly, his big hand grabbed and rubbed the head of his beloved wife.

Ayu again cried leaning on David's shoulder, she put all the burden on her heart through tears.

"Aren't you in the hospital?" david asked in amazement at his wife.

But neither got an answer, the man wanted to know, but of course he had to be patient. Until long David let his crying subside, then Ayu sat with breath that began to be regular.

"David!" call him.

"Yes." Yeah." David answered and continued to look at his wife's face.

"You will be very surprised to know who Anggara's wife is." said Ayu sound still as unwilling.

"Who?" David doesn't really want to know, but he listens to Ayu.

"Zahira!"

David's pitch-black eyes were perfectly rounded, as if he were in a dream, in the director's room, and talking about his son. He really dreamed of discovering the fact that his beloved daughter was still alive. His lips were interested, he tried to enjoy the unreal atmosphere.

"David I'm not kidding, Zahira's really alive!" say Ayu again with a little pressing her words.

"Darling, what makes you like this?" David re-entered his wife's body.

"I'm serious David, I saw him in the hospital with Anggara, and I followed him this afternoon to Anggara's private house. And you know I see him so affectionate with Anggara, he doesn't seem to know me. But I know it's Zahira, her hands, her eyes, her lips everything." Ayu returned to shed tears.

"But Zahira is dead, baby, we buried her!" David couldn't believe it.

"No David, he's still there. She's at Anggara's house alive and married to him, she's treated like a queen there." With the last words sounding bitter.

"How can." David begins to understand Ayu's words.

"I'd love to hug her, but she's too precious for Anggara, even to approach her I can't." Ayu looked down weakly.

"I'll come there." David took Ayu along.

"Well, then we go home. You can't be like this if you want to meet Zahira, we have to think clearly." David took her up, went out and went home.

*

"Mas!"

"Yes baby?" that answer always sounds good.

"Why did the woman who came by cry, did I ever know her? But I seem to have seen it." Zahira looked at the ceiling of their room, her eyes looking for something to remember.

"Yes, you know him, baby." Anggara doesn't want to cover anything.

"Then?" Zahira changed his position sideways to face Anggara, and instead they faced.

"He raised you" she smiled.

"Me!" Zahira was surprised, with her face a little panicked. He was imagined a beautiful face of the woman crying, also grimacing because it hit Jia.

"Yes, until you've grown up and come back to see me. And after you got in an accident, lost for months, they assumed you weren't around." Aggara explained it gently.

"I forgot about it?" Zahira is still filled with question marks.

"But I don't think you're forgetting me when you're aware of your comma a few times." Anggara seduced her a little.

The girl smiled, she was very happy always with Anggara, a sense of security with inundated affection, of course it made her not want to be far let alone to forget it.

"That means I'm the most important thing in here." Anggara pointed at the center of Zahira's chest with a laugh.

He laughed, hugged with a look up face staring at that handsome face happily, his clear eyes narrowed, his neat teeth looking white lined up.

"But she was crying" he said, still filled with curiosity.

"Because he was sad, he never thought he'd see you."

"Do I have to see him?" ask the girl.

"Later, you'll be there but not now. Let all go by God's will alone, be not present until God has set you there, do not hide if God has made you appear among them. One thing's for sure, I'll be with you, always." Anggara can always keep him calm.

"I want to remember everything, about everyone" he said half a whisper.

"That's definitely gonna happen. I'm not going to ban anything that makes you happy, just keep our son and our marriage."

"Of course, our family will always be the main one." hugged her tightly.

*

While at the hospital, Merry was chatting with Radit, they were watching that cute face that was still red.

"She's your daughter!" merry smiled.

"Yes, I'm happy to have a daughter, but I hope she will be a good woman and Solehah is not like me." Radit looked at him with glaring eyes.