The Secret of Zoya's Love

Wildan's Coming

After seeing Ale exhausted and filling the boy's stomach, they decided to go home. In the car, Ale was calm with slightly narrowed eyes due to drowsiness. Hans who saw his daughter was helpless just smiled. It was not difficult to persuade Ale, that was always on his mind.

Meanwhile, Zoya glanced at Hans who was still busy staring at the road ahead. Decak awe never fade from the view of the beautiful-eyed woman. Men whose age has stepped on the head of three it does still look cool, his face is always fresh and facial details that do hint at good looks owned, not wrong if many women admire her husband. Maybe, if he claimed to be a bachelor even many women who would believe. Zoya continues to observe Hans closely because of the end of this the man next to her keeps complaining about aging?

"Darling, why look at me like that? You're not mad because we met Naura, are you?' hans asked with his hand out holding the tiny finger.

"No, Mas. Oh yeah, don't forget to stop behind the Al Muhajirin mosque, huh?" Zoya tries to remind Hans. He looked at the astonished woman beside him. But, even a smile returned his gaze.

"Your stomach still hurts? " ask Hans.

"It's not sick, it's just a little stiff" Zoya replied.

The car stopped in front of a small building behind the mosque. As they got out of the car, they were greeted by two middle-aged women who had just come out.

"Please, get off the groceries, yeah!" zoya said, Hans just understood, why his wife shopping for groceries too much.

"Assalamu'alaikum." Zoya said. While Hans brought all the items into the parlour. Not much for the stuff he brought. Because he thought money would be more flexible to use as a necessity.

"Greetings waalaikum" the two middle-aged women replied in tandem. They are Yasmin's mother and Nadya's mother, the caretaker.

"Sir Zoya, come in! " said Yasmin's mother let her inside.

"Thank you, Mom. I think it's enough here, 'cause Ale's asleep in the car." Zoya answered and sat her body on the chair on the terrace.

Hans looked at his wife, almost in disbelief as he handed an envelope to the caretaker. This time, he was just a massive figure as an observer of the three women's conversation there. He begins to realize that this is not the first time Zoya has come here. In fact, the caretaker had also known Ale. His heart was so full, when he saw something his wife had been doing all this time. Just a few moments they visited, until now they were back in the car that leads to the road home.

"Honey, if you say you do it often I'll add your spending money" said Hans inexhaustible, all this time the money he gave Zoya is not much but can still be used by his wife to share. Hearing her husband's sentence, Zoya looked at the man next to her and then smiled hinting at happiness.

"Mas Hans has given more than enough money. But, there's actually something stuck in my heart, Mom." Zoya hesitantly wants to express her heart, choosing to take a prologue to see her husband's reaction.

"What, honey? " ans replied Hans still by staring at the road in front of him.

"Hmmm...Did Mas Hans ever calculate how much Mas Hans earned in a month? "

"Calculated, of course, from the office, from all the investments that are income of course I count." Hans replied confused by Zoya's question. Zoya, herself does not want to take too far in her husband's financial affairs. It feels too much if she is too deeply about her husband's finances because she is just the one who has just entered the man's life.

"Have you counted to pay Zakat? " ask Zoya with a heart. Irish eyes stared at the reaction of her husband. Hans just shook his head. He never knew about it.

"I only pay taxes" Hans said.

"Mas Hans should have paid Zakat the income. Just how many percent, it won't make you poor. Sorry, I just wanted to remind you. May the fortune God has given us be a blessing to our family the world and the hereafter."

"Muaachh.... " Hans just threw a kiss deep at Zoya. The man held his thin lips between his focus on the streets.

"Astagfirullah." said Zoya, then closed her mouth with wide eyes towards her husband. No one would have thought, if a figure known to the public as a charismatic, cool and smart person sometimes has an absurd behavior, it might make someone shudder in horror.

"I can no longer express my feelings with words. Oh yeah, I'm going to meet ustad for zakat business, but not my former rival's" Hans said by turning his car into a complex road to his house. Their conversation made the journey home not feel so fast.

They, Hans and Zoya get out of the car at the same time. If it wasn't for bringing Ale into the room, Hans might have chosen to accompany Zoya to meet Wildan.

"Assalamualaikum, Zoy." said Wildan ahead. That shady face now looks mixed with a flustered streak.

"Waalaikum greetings." replied Zoya. Hans glanced sharply at his wife and guests as he passed them by carrying Ale inside.

"Zoy, do you know where Nilla is?" Wildan's questions amaze Zoya.

"I mean, Bang Wildan?"

"Said his boarding friends already two days Nilla's not in the boarding. I'm worried about his condition. I couldn't reach him either, my number was blocked, I used another number and there was no response. You think you know where he is?" Wildan was really worried about Nilla. Last met while in the parking lot, Nilla's reaction was so hard to reject the marriage. Which Wildan feared Nilla would run away from this town.

"Don't worry, tomorrow if I meet, I'll let Bang Wildan know." Zoya said casually because Nilla invited her to meet tomorrow morning.

"You know where, Zoy?" Investigate Wildan still with curiosity.

"Not knowing, Bang.But take it easy, Nilla's fine, maybe she needs to be alone right now." Zoya tries to convince Wildan, Nilla is as ordinary as that. He likes to run away the most.

"Then I say goodbye, Zoy. I'm waiting to hear, yeah. Assaalamu alaikum." said Wildan then left Zoya who was staring at his disappearance.

"There's a Nilla" Zoya grumbled, shaking her head slowly, then entering the house.

Slowly, he climbed the stairs. He wanted her to clean up. Turns out, Hans was already sitting on the couch with the television on. He glanced, his wife walking past him.

"Ehem.. ahem. "the deheman finally made Zoya stop her steps. She decided to turn around to approach her husband, a reaction she had already memorized when her husband was in a bad mood.

"Yes.I came, Mas." said Zoya who then dropped her body next to her husband. But, there was no other reaction from Hans except to move some television channels. At least the man did not look at Zoya at all. With a smile Zoya hugged the body beside her.

"Anged?" zoya asked with a look up looking at the face that disguised her thin smile. Actually Hans was smiling happily because of his wife's embrace. Rarely did Zoya give her a hug, but it was always Hans Damba, his wife wanted to spoiled with him because for him like that women in general.

"still angry? I gave you my hug, Mas." said Zoya, looking for a smile on the man's face for her.

"Give me a child!" sahut Hans by framing Zoya's ayu face and landed a short kiss on the tiny lips. Instantly, the smile on Zoya's face shrank. She recalled her first pregnancy." I'm sorry, I can't take care of her." she left a little distance between them.

"Not that, Zoya." Hans hugged his wife, drowning the tiny body in the chest of his field for a moment. And then stretch it back by looking into Zoya's beautiful eyes. "We'll process it again until it's finished!" hans said with a smile reassuring his wife.

"Don't bite your lower lip, I can't stand it." Hans said, clutching his wife's shoulder back against her chest.

"I love you not only because of the child. We still have Ale. But, may Allah grant more fortune to Ale's friend." Hearing Hans's sentence made Zoya nod and smile towards the lowered face, waiting for her smile.

Seriate...

It turned out to be part hundreds yes gaes... Thank you for still accompanying RCZ to this extent. Look forward to the next part that is a little stressful but romantic.

May you always be given health, happiness and abundant fortune! "