
"You're sure Sa, don't let you hear Sa wrong. It could be gossip later. There is only one, where there is a woman as beautiful as Zoya in the side with her husband. Even if her husband cheated on her, she was rude. Not Zoya..."
"Well, that's the man's mother, came Miss Lastri. He brought a doll to Almira. Zoya is the one who cheated. So that her husband cheated on her, naturally Miss Lastri. Zoya is beautiful Lo, ga dandja aja she is beautiful what else dandan. The veil is just a cover,"
"It's true said Sasa Bu Lastri."
"Not just any ah.."
Mother mother complex began to gossip from one to the other her. Zoya is the topic. Is setting his heart.
" Mother Rita, Mas Bisma, wa'alaikum salam. Come on in,"
Aunt Lili smiled welcoming her guests. Inwardly asked what the Bhishma family came to his house for. What else Rita's mother came along.
He felt that there was something they wanted to come here. Aunt Lili was restless, as an old man. Little did he know, if their arrival had any intention.
" Zoya has jeng"
"G ... Yes, I'll call you, Jeng. Waita minute.."
Rita simply nodded her ass, she also smiled faintly. Maybe the woman was surprised. This is all Bhishma's fault. I wanted to propose but suddenly. Of course the residents of the house were shocked. Fortunately, Zoya is at home.
Another with Bhishma, the twenty-nine-year-old man was restless in his seat. She was afraid that Zoya would be angry with her. He did not say that he would come to propose today. Bhishma is afraid that Zoya will reject him first. That's why he wanted to come straight home. Zoya will not refuse. She is sure that Zoya will not be with her mother.
While aunt Lili squeezed the negligee she was wearing. Zoya must not be ready, she knows who Zoya is. The woman only regarded Bhishma as an elder sister, nothing more. He's sure of it. And how Zoya can resist them. Hopefully Zoya has the same taste as Bhishma.
" Soy.."
Zoya turned her face. He shifted his body so that his daughter did not continue and woke up.
"What's the matter aunty..?"
"There's no Bisma"
Zoya nodded, she then red her simple hijab and walked out of her room.
"Zoy..."
Zoya furrowed her brows looking at Aunt Lili's seemingly confused face.
"What's bi?"
"Sir Bhishma came with her parents and her sister,"
He continued, looking into Zoya's clear eyes. Looking for the reaction of beautiful women who have always locked themselves with household problems. Her late husband, Rangga.
Zoya raised her eyebrows smiling. Her aunt was strange, there was a guest ko she was nervous and confused so. He replied shortly oh. Then left aunt Lili who was silent sculpting. He soon follows Zoya.
Zoya comes with a tray of tea and snacks. He frowned, seeing that there were four people sitting in the living room.
"The Assalamualaikum Bunda and Pi, assalamualaikum Arsy, and mas Bhishma."
"Waalaikumsalam salam"
They answered in unison. Before long Zoya drops her tray and sits face to face with Rita's mother. Likewise with aunt Lili, and her husband who just came from the mosque.
"Ah yes forgive me Mr. Ridwan. We came here because of our son's bisma. She wants to make Zoya a wife. Son of Zoya is Zoya's son willing for us to betrothed and become the wife of our son Bhishma."
Degs....
Zoya pecked at her seat, cold sweat sliding freely. The shadow of her marriage with Rangga surrounded her head. He looked at Aunt Lili who was beside him.
Aunt Lili feels sorry for Zoya. He rubbed Zoya's arm. Trying to calm her down.
"How about Mr Ridwan?"
"Sorry before Mr. Ali, I'm up to Zoya. You yourself know if Zoya is a simple woman. She's a widow with a child. And as long as Mr. Ali knows, Zoya is not our biological child. But we already consider Zoya like my own daughter. So my bisma son cannot decide for himself. Only Zoya can answer that. How's where Zoy?"
Everyone is waiting for Zoya's answer. While Zoya looked down she did not dare to raise her face. Frightened, Zoya is terrified of a marriage. She remembers how her husband demeaned her. Zoya is still afraid of being tied up with others. She is still comfortable with her status of being a single mom'.
"Zoy's.."
Aunt Lili resuscitates Zoya. He raised his face to look at the person who had loved him and his daughter Almira.
"I'm sorry if I interrupt sir?"
Zoya's lips clenched back to hear the tone of the bus from the front door. He knew who the owner of the voice was. David stood at the door of his house with Alex his assistant.
"Zoya my fiancee, in a month we will hold a wedding.?"
All eyes looked at David's charismatic face. Especially Zoya who was shocked by David's speech. Wife-to-be, hold a wedding. Whatdoes thatmean?
Likewise with Bhishma, the man clenched his hands hearing if this man was Zoya's future husband. Then why did Zoya never say it if she already had a future husband. Zoya has never shown that she has a future husband. Moreover, he himself knows if Zoya is a woman who has never been close to any man, other than himself of course.
Was that guy just making a shit? And why is Zoya silent, too.?
"Don't Zoya have a husband?"
Rita's mother asked, she was very disappointed why not her son who became Zoya's future husband. He glanced at his son Bhishma. Obviously he was very disappointed, it had been almost the last two years that he thought the relationship between the two of them was very close. So when Bhishma said she wanted to ask Zoya, she agreed.
" Mom doesn't mean that, tu_"
"Daddy"
Almira wakes up hearing a noise in the living room. He called the man he recognized his Daddy. And ran straight into David's lap. David smiled broadly at the tiny body of Almira. Put her in his lap.
Degs....
Zoya's chest rumbled violently, she said choking in her throat. She knows who David Aderson is. Number one in town A.
David smiled and leaned on Almira's beautiful and petite face. I don't know how he felt when he picked up this little girl. David felt very guilty about this little girl. Maybe he never drank his milk. Yes David remembers the time Zoya asked for her work money ahead of that time. Maybe Almira needs milk. How guilty David is to Zoya and her daughter.
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