Match Again

S2 Episode 35's

The sun started to fall. Today is a bright day. Zia and Raka were preoccupied with packing the items that would be brought to his new home. Their home is ready now, Zia and Raka can't wait to bring Zika together to establish a small family happily.

Mama Clarys and Vita help pack Zika clothes, they also feel sad because they will not live together again with the Raka family who tend to make the big house crowded. Surely after the departure of the child, his daughter-in-law and granddaughter the atmosphere became empty.

Mama Clarys was actually against Raka's wishes, because honestly she was used to living together.

After everything was ready, Raka scooped up a large suitcase followed by Zia holding her daughter in the back down the stairs. Mama Clarys occasionally wiped her tears. This was the first time he would part with his grandson if he could choose he would hold him back to stay.

“Raka, are you sure you will move now?” tanyakanya. While walking down the stairs in front of Raka.

“Iya. I'm sure, Ma. After all Zia was already healthy now,” replied Raka just kept swinging a step down the stairs after the next second arrived downstairs.

“Zia, I know you want to get closer and spend a lot of time with Zika. But ... don't forget to take care of your health, because it's very important, son," said mama Clarys rubbed the hair Zika in her daughter-in-law's sling.

“Sure, Ma. Because I have to maintain health to continue to be able to care for Zika and invite him to play,” reply Zia smiled after then kissed the cheek of Zika.

"The county will always miss you, baby." Vita also kissed Zika cheek.

One by one, the goods have been put by the waiter into the trunk of the car. After finishing the two maids stood up reluctantly and said, “Master, all the goods are ready.” Down politely.

Raka who was facing towards Zia and mama Clarys turned her head after the next second turned around. “Oh yes, you can go, thanks for the help,” he said. Then the two maids withdrew from their positions.

“Zia, let's go.” Raka walks out first, while Zia kisses Clarys' mama's back to say goodbye. Mama Clarys kissed Zika's head repeatedly on her daughter-in-law.

“We can still meet every day, ma. After all, the house we were going to live in was only fifteen minutes away from here. If we don't come, you can ask the driver to drive. Yakan, Zika?” tanyanya and Zika nodded.

The two of them rode in a black car towards their new home. During the fifteen-minute journey the black car arrived at the black fence yard unfolded automatically as Raka pressed the remote control.

“Wah .. our house fence can open without anyone opening it?” asked Zia astonished at the gawking turned to rah Raka.

“Of course, even this house is equipped with sensors. If any stranger comes in or mailing alarm will automatically sound send out a danger signal.”

“Waow .. so cool,” said Zia. Unceasingly the woman saw her surroundings filled with parks planted with various colors.

“Let's go down,” Raka's word removed the seat belt attached to her body. Then opened the side door out, turning open the door for his son and wife.

“Please ... consort and princesku.” Bending his body like a servant to his master.

Zia smiled glanced at Raka. “Zika is sleeping, can you help me to carry her?” Zia folded her lips showing how tight her chest was now.

“Of course, dear.” Raka raised Zika's body slowly so as not to wake her little daughter. He put the face of Zika on his shoulders until his cheeks look rounded. The next second they both stepped forward towards the main door.

Zia approached to put her hand in the pocket of the husband looking for the whereabouts of the key.

Raka for a moment closed her eyes snorting. “That's not the key, Zia .. you start naughty apparently.”

“Eh, sorry.” Zia smiled grimacingly.

“Basic, perverted wife,” taunted Raka. Moving the Zika position to the next door. He put the key in his arms and turned slowly until the door opened wide.

The first impression when Zia entered the house was amazed because Raka really designed the house very like what he had asked for. Many glass directly through the garden behind his house. Zia really likes it.

The house was not too big, all because of Zia who asked, with the reason when Raka went to the office he and his daughter did not feel lonely because they lived in a big house. Moreover, because it does not use the services of aisten rumah tanga and it all must be tiring.

“How, do you like it, Zia?” asked Raka while looking at his wife. Zia tilted her lips, the brownish netra circled around like it was giving an assessment to her student.

“It's good, once. I like it so much, baby. Even this house was more beautiful than I expected,” Zia replied with a satisfied nod to see every corner neatly arranged.

"You can look around the house first, I'll take Zika to his room."

Zia nodded. Then step foot to open the door that leads to the garden.

Raka brought Zika to the room all day playing must be his daughter was so exhausted. After arriving at the room located in front of the main room, Raka put a small, peaceful sleeping body in her dream, a second later kissing her daughter's forehead saying good-bye.

After feeling tired Zia dropped her body onto the sofa. He kept massaging his sore shoulders. Keeping a child is exhausting, but it is worth the happiness he gets. Zia continues to be grateful because she is still given the miracle to stay alive so that she can keep her children growing.

“Why you?” asked Raka after then sitting next to Zia. Spreading his hand put his wife's head on his shoulder. Now the position of the two of them Zia leaned against her chest while Raka's hand rubbed her hair gently.

Raka dyed Zia's hair shoots for a moment of silence, after which she said, “Zia.”

“Hem?” Zia looked up at her husband.

“I want to ask you. That's also if you don't mind answering.” Not yet Zia replied Raka had concluded.

“What do you want to ask?” tanya Zia rubbed the sturdy jaw of Raka. “Say, I definitely answer as long as the question does not corner.”

“I just wanted to ask you. About how you feel, do you really trust me?”

"Why do you ask that?" Zia raised her head to look at Raka.

"No, it's just that I want to ask."