The Secret of Zoya's Love

Cannot Avoid

"Mom, why marry a widower? " it sounds like a plea. The brown-eyed bead was glazed as if showing a stifled protest. Yes, of course because he did not dare to oppose his mother. The woman he cares about and respects, moreover, he is the only parent Zoya has. 

"Trust me, Zoy! A mother thinks only of kindness for her child." The middle-aged woman was still trying to convince her eldest daughter of the goodwill she was going to do. 

Zoya Kamila, a beautiful girl with round eyes and a sharp nose, was just speechless, she was unable to say anything when her mother had made up her mind. 

"Sleep! Tomorrow the family of Ms. Shanti will come home! " said Ms. Nurma, then she left Zoya's room. His eyes also condensed as he stared at the streak of sadness that emanated from the beautiful face of his daughter. 

"Mother...! " bluffing Zoya with closed eyes, a sense of tightness in the chest even more so when his mother was sure of his decision. 

His heart became increasingly agitated, the last greeting between a third of the night was now breaking the cry that could no longer be held back by him. 

"O Allah, is marrying someone I don't know your way of teaching me sincerity with all your destiny? O Allah, only you know that in my heart there is another figure" said Zoya at dawn, he also cried gurgled on the prayer mat to vent the sad feelings that were difficult to control again. 

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Late in the afternoon, Zoya walked through the corridor of the office where she worked in a boarding school foundation in her village. 

His mind was so upset because of the arranged marriage that had been planned by his mother, it made Zoya not realize that since then someone had walked behind and noticed him. 

Wildan Yusufi, a handsome man with a shady face who is known to be smart and religious, is still the same figure. The figure that looked at Zoya was full of admiration like four years ago. 

"Assalamu'alaikum Zoya's... " That heavy voice made Zoya aware of her current existence. 

"Girisham, Gus! " answered Zoya, who then lowered her gaze, Wildan's presence again made Zoya's heart beat faster. 

"Is the data report of all teachers and staff prepared?" tanya Wildan, the son of the owner of the boarding school Nurul Jannah who has just obtained an LC from Al-Azhar University in Cairo, Egypt. 

"Already, Gus! God willing tomorrow I can hand it over to Gus Wildan." Zoya still did not dare to look at the handsome face that had always been associated with her name, the white girl continued to accelerate her footsteps in order to quickly leave the man who always made her groggy. 

"Call Wildan or Brother! " wildan said, the man still admired the beautiful girl beside him. 

"All right, I go first! Assalamu'alaikum... " Wildan then turns the corner leaving Zoya to continue with the goal of returning home. 

"Eh Zoy, what's up with Gus Wildan? From earlier we saw you guys talking familiarly, even the glance did not turn from you." said Nila who suddenly came to him with Hasna. It seems that the two are very enthusiastic if there is something related to the man who has always been the center of the universe among the girls in their neighborhood. 

"Just ask the data of teachers and employees at the Nurul Jannah Foundation!" zoya replied with a gentle smile that was always decorating her thin lips. 

Deg, as soon as Zoya's thin smile receded, there was a sense of sadness that quietly slipped when he heard the news that Hasna had just told him. Indeed, he should not let his feelings grow and develop towards Wildan, because all of it is impossible for him who incidentally is the daughter of an ordinary and simple family. 

They walked together along the lonely road in their village, until Hasna and Nila one by one turned into their respective homes because only Zoyalah's house was the farthest between their three houses. 

The purple-hooded girl was still walking with gontai steps. He lost a lot of hope about his feelings. Several times he had to sigh to strengthen the sense that should be kept tight. 

His steps were increasingly swallowed, when he saw Marcy's sedan parked in front of his house. The little body trembled a little, for he was sure it must be the family of Bu Shanti as his mother had told him, if his family were to visit. 

"Assalamualaikum...! " said Zoya as she entered the house. An atmosphere of stiffness was created, as all eyes stared at the presence of the girl they had been waiting for. 

"Waalaikum greetings... " Sounds the voices of the two middle-aged women answering Zoya's greetings almost simultaneously. 

"Zoya, meet this Miss Shanti and her Son Nak Hans! " Hearing her mother's explanation Zoya simply nodded to greet the man who just glanced at her coldly and then took the back of Bu Shanti's hand to shake hands. 

The evening that leaves little doubt in Zoya's heart after the return of Bu Shanti's family. It was still clear in his mind about the status of Mas Hans who turned out to be a one-child widower. Not to mention, the cold gaze of the handsome-looking man made Zoya even more furious. But what power if he also did not have the courage to dodge all. 

Again, he stared at some family photos when there was still his father. Her tears were dripping, "if only you were still there!" he murmured in the heart. 

"Zoy, I'm sorry I forced you a little. But I'm sure this is what's best for you! " The presence of Bu Nurma suddenly arrived nearby made Zoya shocked. 

"Mom, Mas Hans just can't seem to accept Zoya" Zoya said, recalling Hans's cold gaze at her. 

"Perhaps because you don't know, in fact, Nak Hans is willing to accept this matchmaking." Hearing her mother's words, Zoya fell silent again. 

"I'm sorry Mom, can't make a wedding party for Mom's daughter!" Clear details also glide by themselves from the two Netra Bu Nurma, she realized her son's marriage is not the marriage that all girls in this world want. But he is sure that the family of Bu Shanti will give a good place to Zoya. 

Ms. Nurma hugged her daughter, there was guilt when she realized that she was not a parent who could give her child what she wanted. But in his heart, he never escaped praying for Zoya to always be given all the goodness and happiness. 

"Mother, don't cry!  Zoya is happy if she can make you happy. Don't worry about Zoya, Mom! " zoya said by kissing both of his mother's rough hands. The hand that gave him love and so many things. As she stared at the increasingly wrinkled face, Zoya would never have the heart to say no, even if it was about her own life. 

"Zoy, the day after the wedding, Ms. Shanti's family will take you straight away. Mother's message, you must be patient and sincere. In addition to being a wife you will also be a mother at once." Ms. Nurma hugged her son again, kissing the top of her girl's head which she was about to take off to live with another family. 

After Bu Nurma's departure from her room, Zoya closed her eyes again, sighing deeply as if she wanted to gather strength to be able to accept everything sincerely. No one knows someone's next life. 

Seriate.