Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

96. My daughter

"Good morning Mr and Madam." greetings turned to the new couple, gazes of admiration and whispers were heard as they passed by the officer who stood greeting. Some just bow their heads in a sign of respect to them.

The first time Anggara brought a woman so friendly in front of colleagues and all their hotel employees. Of course they all already know the news about Anggara's marriage that impressed in hiding, but in the end he himself who opened the identity of his wife.

"Hey!" the man who was present at the wedding Anggara greeted with a slight glance at Zahira.

"Thank you for coming." Anggara shook hands with the handsome Casanova who never married.

"Of course I'll come, I want to see the angel." God again, back glanced at Zahira who is right today looks very beautiful with the best clothes and makeup.

"We cancel the cooperation if you always look at my wife" Anggara said staring dislike.

"Ah don't you, I'm just thinking about what kind of woman is suitable to be my wife" she replied misbehavingly.

"Aren't the models in the corner looking at you." Anggara pointed at some of the artists who were also present, they were looking towards them, moreover Anggara who looked comfortable his arm in Zahira's embrace.

"Hahaha, they're watching you." the man can't be lied to, he waltzes away flirting with models and artists who look excited by his arrival.

"Don't expect you to be free" said Zahira half-whispering in Anggara's ear.

The man smiled happily, of course the whisper was not a threat even look friendly in the eyes of everyone who was there.

"Jia, you go with Zahira, I'll greet some people on the other end." Anggara embraced and kissed Zahira's cheeks affectionately before leaving his wife with Jia.

Jia nodded, the girl in her twenties invited Zahira to sit at a special table enjoying food.

"I don't like this food Jia, is there anything fresh here?" Zahira looked back and forth hoping that there would be fruits she wanted.

"There are grapes, oranges, bananas, and _"

"I want to eat a juvenile mango salad" he answered cutting Jia's speech.

"Okay, Miss, wait a minute." Jia called a servant and asked to make a home for her employer.

The waiter nodded in understanding, he smiled and immediately did his job. Until not how long he came out with a dish requested by Zahira, a large plate full of pieces of mango, pear, papaya, and various fruits that have not been too ripe, but not yet ripe, the spicy palm sugar seasoning is tempting past some sitting invitations.

"This is Miss, eat." Jia took the plate from the servant's hand and gave it to Zahira.

"Thank you Jia, I love it." without a doubt he ate the fresh and sour fruit, making a gawk at some people nearby.

"Madam Anggara is cravings apparently!" one of the businesswomen could not help his admiration for the wife of the big boss who looked so hungry eating raw and sour fruit.

"Yes, Madam." Jia replied with a slight smile, so did Zahira take the fork off her hand for a moment and smiled kindly.

"Well, it means soon will be born heir to this giant company" he said so enthusiastically.

"Yes, he's also very young."

The excitement occurred in the large hall, accidentally heard by David who was also present there.

The man turned to the crowd, the mothers were so happy and laughed so much, they turned to the source of their chat, the beautiful young woman was eating her favorite food.

David's pitch-black eyes suddenly blurred by tears that came out by themselves. True said his wife if she was still alive, she was really Zahira, she was really his favorite daughter, she was the girl who always hugged his arm since she was a toddler. David couldn't stand it anymore, he approached slowly wanting to embrace her immediately. Honestly, he deliberately came to know the truth about Zahira.

"Zahira!" call David with unblinking eyes, his chest tightened to call that name again.

Zahira turned her head, her cute mouth looking still chewing on the fruit inside there.

David moves his steps up to touch the table and wants to hold Zahira's hand.

"Sorry sir, please don't disturb our Miss' comfort." Jia blocked David with one hand, not forgetting that another person approached with a face no less cold.

"I just want to talk" said David slowly.

Zahira still looked at the man in surprise, he said nothing.

"Dear." Anggara immediately approached Zahira, embracing her shoulder from behind.

"Suppose I beg you, let me meet him." David spoke to Anggara with a pleading face.

"It's a shame we went inside" he said, still not answering David.

"I still want to eat" he said innocently.

"Jia you brought the food in." - carried the skinny woman.

David followed even though Anggara did not answer, he would still meet Zahira, he would not let his curiosity go unanswered.

"Zahira!" call David screaming in Anggara's private room.

"Yes." he replied, turned around and looked at the man who was still standing at the door.

"Son, is this really you?" David rushed over and held Zahira's hand, the girl letting go, of course because her husband was not in the way either.

"Zahira, Papa misses you" he said dropping tears on the cheeks filled with feathers.

"Papa?" ask the girl in wonder.

"You're my daughter, I'm raising you and carrying you with this shoulder." David patted his front shoulder.

Zahira was stunned to the point of dropping tears, the dashing man half crouched down to face Zahira, he looked so sad with tears constantly falling.

"I'm sorry Papa" he said again.

Zahira turned to Anggara, but the man kept silent and did not respond. Makes Zahira sure that the man is really her father. Zahira approached, David grabbed and hugged the girl on his shoulder, and sure enough it felt like he was used to it, so comfortable and calm when his head was rubbed by the man's sturdy hands.

"She doesn't remember you." Anggara's voice breaks the day of the two, of course David was very surprised at her.

"You mean?" david asked to look at Zahira's face which was really not too sad about the meeting.

"He went through many things, which made him so miserable, in pain, alone, and suffering. I hope you don't force your will to approach her."