The Secret of Zoya's Love

Plans For Zoya

"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.

The tiny hand returned the embrace of the man who was already a part of his life.

"Kring... " The sound of someone's bicycle bell passing through them resuscitates the two if they are still on the side of the road.

"I'm sorry, I've never paid attention to you all this time." With a little down to look at the eyes that are still watery, his finger rubbed Zoya's wet cheek.

"Come, later the afternoon hunt." Zoya invited, they returned to ride the butut bike. This time the small arm was coiled around Hans' stomach without having to be guided.

The market is quite crowded, they stop not far from a group of people who peddle their sales on the side of the road.

Hans was still walking behind his wife. His appearance that still looks neat despite giving the impression of casual, as well as a handsome face and body that is still quite six pack makes the center of attention of the women who are there.

"Zoy, is it a long time?" hans asked as he was already uncomfortable with the mother's gaze there.

"In the meantime, just buy kitchen spices" Zoya replied while researching the draft shopping notes given by her mother earlier. The man was already uncomfortable in addition to the gaze of mothers, also because of the market conditions are very dirty according to him.

"Buckles, Zoy!"

"Yes-yes, this is done." Zoya replied by putting her last groceries into her basket case.

"Come, Mas!" zoya said that Hans swiftly took the basket and immediately pulled his wife's arm to leave the place full of fishy smell.

He returned to ride the duck motorbike, the sunlight was dimming along with the wind that felt as cool as making the trip with the duck motor gave a different impression.

"Zoy, romantic is the atmosphere" said Hans tried to open the conversation on the way, his left hand did not stop stroking the back of the hand on his stomach.

"It's normal." Zoya replied still sounding flat.

"Is this angry mode still the story?" asked Hans, who wanted to melt down the situation that was still unstable.

"No, I'm used to this kind of atmosphere." a slightly long answer made Hans smile. As for Zoya, she does not want to keep all her anger too long because it will only hurt her own feelings.

Zoya's Pov

I felt a little relieved when I was able to reveal everything to the person who was supposed to hear it. My husband is a part of me already I should have said what I felt, besides making my heart relieved. I can also remind Mas Hans to be able to improve himself, the habit of talking is not good. Yes, if I was his wife still able to accept all of his treatment, if it was aimed at someone else, it would probably create a hatred.

I began to get to know and learn to understand the position as a companion or master. Where if a priest is wrong, he should be able to remind in the proper way.

Mas Hans is not a very bad man, he is also the same as me who has many shortcomings. Mas Hans was arrogant, but he never hit me, only he had to learn to talk better, she also strengthened me when I was down as I was when I lost my baby. Not only did his flaws remain in my memory but Mas Hans paid a lot of attention to me and Ale as well.

I don't think marriage is just us surviving or leaving. But, there is a responsibility to us for that relationship in the eyes of God. Although God has arranged, how does one go, if marriage is no longer a worship. But, trying to be patient to fill each other with his partner may be a business that is not bad.

The journey that brought them to their respective minds, finally arrived in front of the courtyard of Bu Nurma's house. Hans scrunched his eyes when he saw his mother's car parked in line with his car.

"Not yet to finish the problem one, has come the trouble maker." muttered Hans, the existence of his mother made it difficult for him to persuade Zoya to come home.

Zoya walks in first through the side door. "Assalamu'alaikum" said Zoya when she found Mama Shanti and Bu Nurma chatting in front of the TV.

"Waalaikum greetings.here Zoy, Mama's Son!" reply Shanti by glancing at Hans who was behind Zoya. He was not surprised if his son was here. He already knew his beloved son, Hans Satrya Jagad he would not lose his way to get his wish.

"When did Mama get here?" hans asked who then sat next to his mother as well as Zoya. Meanwhile, Nurma takes Zoya's groceries to bring her into the kitchen.

"Mama brought a college brochure for Zoya" Shanti said by taking some brochures from her bag. He brought several brochures from several different campuses.

"Well, this is my mom's habit. This should be in the shit first! Just made a decision." Hans was visibly annoyed by the authoritarian nature of his mother.

"This is also in crap. Mama can't wait to talk about this, Mama's eating here." Shanti replied in a higher tone.

"Mama wants Zoya to go to college again. If you need a cake shop and flowers owned by Mama to be taken over by him." continued Shanti increasingly make Hans more upset.

"Why? Afraid Zoya won't take care of you? " You're afraid you can't say anything bad to Zoya? Zoya's Mama's daughter too, Mama doesn't accept that you talk to Zoya, let alone in front of Mama." Shanti's words made Hans silenced. The mistake he made to Zoya was no longer able to make him argue. Silence, a sudden atmosphere of silence when the tension occurred.

"Mama." called Ale as she exited Zahra's room with a fresh face. Zahra had just bathed Ale. The boy came over to Zoya and struggled spoiled on her mother's lap.

"Mas Hans, I've been looking after Ale when Hans goes on a date to the market."

"Yes, later Mas replace your ugly bike with a new motorbike" said Hans flat, he still regulates his emotions because of the silly idea of his mother.

"Zahras... " Zoya was embarrassed when Zahra said that. But, actually Zahra did not know if there was tension between the three people in the room.

"Ihhh. pinter you're Zahra. Even more sinter than Zoya." Shanti shouted in excitement when she heard Zahra's words that killed the silence between them.

"Zoya can go to college, but I haven't agreed if Zoya takes care of the business. Let him adapt to his new activities, Ma. Outside of my job as a lawyer, my investment was still more than enough to guarantee my wife's future." Hans finally gave his decision. If I can be honest, Zoya is very happy to hear that means she can learn again.

"That's Mama's new kid. Which means Zoya is in what class? What is regular non regular? " shanti asked to be sure because she knew Hans was quite dependent on his wife.

"Regular driving, he'll have a lot of peers" Hans replied briefly. His tone still seemed flat because the decision he took was heavier for the good of his wife and he had to hold back his ego.

"Related?" Shanti tried to convince her son.

"But it's up to Zoya." Hans, then his eyes glanced at Zoya. He could see those beautiful eyes looking sparkling. She knows Zoya is happy with her decision even though the woman has yet to give an answer.

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After dinner, Zoya accompanies Ale to sleep in Zahra's room. Although her daughter is getting sticky with Zahra but Zoya will not miss the moment to accompany Ale to sleep. The look of the puffed up boy made Zoya inching to get out of bed. She kissed her daughter's forehead before leaving her with Zahra.

As he walked to his room. Those beautiful eyes saw the shadows of the two middle-aged women chatting to each other outside the terrace with smiles that did not recede from the two. Zoya believes they are nostalgic.

"Everything is planned, the old you get a child is the answer if we will be besan" said Mama Shanti giggling. Zoya simply shook her head with a smile at her frenzied behavior.

Since dinner, Zoya no longer sees her husband. He tried to find her in the room. It turned out to be true, her husband was lying down staring at the ceiling of his room.

"Ale's asleep?" hans asked when he saw his wife coming into the room.

"Yes, I have." answered Zoya by sitting on the bedside.

"You're going to choose what regular lectures are non-regular? " asked Hans, getting up and sitting down to his wife.

"According to Hans, which one did I choose? I don't really understand college." replied Zoya.

"I actually prefer regular. You can exchange ideas with many friends. It will change your thinking pattern. But, it would probably make you tired if you had to take classes almost every day and take care of Ale."

"The most tired even take care of Mas Hans." said Zoya with a simple smile made the man next to her even closer.

"Tired but it's addictive, isn't it?" tease Hans by hugging the tiny body in front of her. His body bent down making his face close to that ayu face.

"I don't mean that, but tired when it's emotional talk bad." Zoya tries to dodge even so her body lets her husband hug her and kiss her cheek.

"Let's go home the day after tomorrow, yeah!"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Zoy, even if my mouth and attitude are arrogant. But I love you, Zoy. Whether you believe it or not, I have no intention of beating you up. There's no woman but you."

"Amin to Allah. May what my husband says be honest." said Zoya, raising both hands. Zoya's smile and glances made Hans even more anxious. Hugging her body tightly in front of him Hans also showered Zoya with a tickle that made Zoya giggle hold amused.

Seriate.