The Secret of Zoya's Love

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Hans occasionally glanced at the figure beside him. But, what he noticed was still looking calm feeding his daughter, the thorny fish made Zoya not let Ale eat alone.

"Ehem ahem. "the baritone's voice made the four women at the dinner table turn towards Hans simultaneously. But only for a moment, then they resumed their breakfast. Until finally, Bu Nurma and Zahra paid a break first to see the results of the garden.

"Why isn't the fish eating?" zoya asked in a cold tone.

"His aura is many." Hans replied by staring at Zoya who did not want to see her husband's handsome face in the slightest. But, even so he directly took Hans' plate to separate the thorns from the fish's flesh. It has become a habit every time you cook spiny fish.

"Darling...!" Hans restrains Zoya's arm as the petite woman is about to go backwards after finishing everything.

"Thank you" Hans said. Highlight his sharp eyes awaited a reaction from his wife, but it turned out to be futile. Zoya who tried to release the grip on his arm was free. Meanwhile, Ale had already moved into the living room to watch TV.

"Let go, Mom! Everything is nothing, I can only do that little thing." Zoya quipped, she was still trying to thrash. But Hans pulled his wife's body so that it would fall toward him.

Their gazes also clashed with each other, the heartbeat was still the same, when their distance was so close. The mixed feelings make Zoya do not understand what to do. Not a word was said, both of them still enjoying the feeling that was still rustling in each other's hearts. Zoya herself now felt stiffened as her burly arms coiled around her waist, locking onto her body movements.

Hans Pov

Distinguishing your anger is just a matter of silence and talking. In fact, you still understand that. Zoya Kamila, what if I'm without you? It's really bad for me because my life seems to depend on you.

I'm not the kind of person who can persuade women who are sulking. But, I find it funny when I behave like a player in front of you. If only you knew, only you could make me do this, dropping my pride to seduce women.

Sometimes I forget you're a teenager in general. When I see you doing all of your roles as wife and mother, I sometimes burden you with a lot of things, so it's only natural that you get angry when you feel like I never appreciate you. But, your anger, your frown and sulking are as if you would wake me up if you were a teenager.

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By late afternoon, Hans was still sitting in a small hut under a tree in the courtyard next to his in-laws. The atmosphere was quite calm, the man just finished a cigarette with a cell phone in his hand to fill the void of his time. Ale is still with Zahra, they've been napping in Zahra's room since. While Zoya, of course still silences him. How else would he have to persuade his wife, the man seemed to have lost his mind.

Hans entered the house, having finished off a few of his cigarettes. Silenced wife made her look a little lethargic.

"Zoy, you wake up Zahra. Have him drive you to the market." Hans heard his father-in-law's orders for his wife when he was about to enter the room.

"Zahra must have nagged that in wakein, ma'am." Zoya has already memorized her sister's habits.

"But, if in the corner shop this afternoon the fish and vegetables are not complete, even leftovers" explained Ms. Nurma. In that house only Zahra can ride a motorcycle. It was just the tail motor they had.

"Let me drive Zoya to the market." The baritone's voice made his second look. In the middle of the door Hans stood.

"What's not a hassle, son Hans?" Ms. Nurma became confused between asserting or rejecting him.

"The market can't ride a car. It's near the reservoir and we only have the duck's motor." that's the only way Zoya still refuses to go with Hans.

"No problem, let's put Ale to sleep." Hans was so excited, this could be an opportunity for him. Every chance he didn't miss.

They prepared to be ready, Hans took out Zahra's motorbike first while waiting for Zoya who was picking up the shopping cart.

When he saw Hans sitting on a duck bike, the tiny woman's steps stopped, her eyebrows clinging to each other when she saw such a strange sight. Hans looks strange when sitting on the bike butut, his legs seem too long when in the bend on the bike. In fact, the bike seemed to shrink when his athletic height sat on the bike.

"Wait for what else? " asked Hans as he looked at his wife from the rearview mirror. Zoya looked at his back in wonder. But, Hans calls, eventually making Zoya come closer and sit behind her husband.

Zoya is piggybacking, she just holds on to the iron near the motorcycle seat. Realizing this, Hans pulled the tiny hand and wrapped it around his hard stomach.

"Turn left and straight on, past the rice fields." explains Zoya for half their journey. After getting the explanation, Hans immediately put forward his motor slowly.

Not only did she feel strange when she saw her husband sitting on the motorbike but she also felt strange because the speed of the motor was too slow, so the person they passed also looked at her in wonder. Not to mention, Hans' left hand was still holding Zoya's arm that was coiled around her stomach.

"Don't be tacky, Mum! Everyone is watching us." said Zoya, who finally opened a chat between the lines she had to greet people she knew, she felt uneasy as the person she passed looked at her so strangely.

"Emang Why? You're my wife "Hans replied casually.

"It's in the village, Mas. though, husband and wife would look weird if it was like this. We could be the talk."

Hans Still doesn't care about his wife's words. He still just casually passed by the person who was looking at him strangely. Zoya is eager to hide her face. But, fortunately, at this time they have started to pass through the road to the left of the rice field.

Hans stopped his bike in the middle of the rice field . He then standardised his motorbike and twisted his body slightly so that he could line up with his wife staring at the vast expanse of rice fields." Why stop?" asked Zoya in surprise.

"Now you want to reminisce while courting here with your monkey love." ledek Hans made Zoya look up to throw a sharp glare at him.

"I've never been together!" elak Zoya's.

"The same old man?" hans urged.

"I'm not dating. Let that be Zoya's secret love."

"Not to find any more. One yesterday was not finished." continued Zoya in an annoyed tone.

"Yes... yes.. but, lambs don't take long huh? It can mess up all my business, Zoy." Hans said, embracing the tiny boat next to him.

"What, I am this. I'm just a maid... " Zoya's sentence hanging made Hans turn his head towards him.

"Zoy.." called Hans softly when he saw that his eyes were already glazed with glass.

"Yes, that's the truth. Did Hans ever think of me as Mas Hans' companion? I'm just a wife with what she's done is meaningless." the little hand wiped away the exhausting water that had fallen.

"Zoy, it's not like that! I was wrong, I hurt your feelings a lot. But you really mean a lot to me."

"Have it, we must hurry up to the market." Zoya tries to remind if her main goal is indeed going to the market.

"No, we have to finish everything now! " sternly Hans, he did not expect that Zoya had such thoughts all along .

"What else, Mom? I was always helpless. Hans is the most correct. I doubt myself, what is my meaning to you, Mas? Please appreciate me a little. It hurt me, when Mas Hans once scolded me, yelled at me in front of a lot of people and blamed me for what happened at the party... "

"Zoya!" Hans approached him. Hugging a woman who is currently carried away by emotions.

"If you don't want me, why keep me... I also have a heart and feelings that I also want to understand." Zoya's cry exploded while in the chest hold of Hans' field. Hearing his wife's complaints all this time, made his heart feel pinched. How evil he had been to his wife all this time, he also deeply loved the woman who was currently in his arms.

"I love you, Zoy. I've done you a lot wrong, but please give me a chance to fix it." The guilt spread over his heart, until the eyes with a sharp highlight condense when his wife reminds all of his bad treatment.It turns out, His wife too much harbored feelings of sadness, disappointment and maybe anger. And he just revealed it at the moment.

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