The Secret of Zoya's Love

Longs

A man was twisting his fingertips on the edge of the coffee cup he had just ordered. A tall man wearing a torn t-shirt and jeans is now pensive at a coffee shop bar table that is among the bustle of the city.

After seeing the woman who had taken many things from inside her, and that was without her noticing, Rey pensively looked back at the flashes of ayu's face and a smile that was soothing. Almost crazy, because the face of the ayu as if making himself want to go back and see again. Longs. Is that really what you call miss?

"Like a breakup, Bang." Kyara's voice broke her daydream. The girl with curly hair chose to sit next to Rey. Rey herself only smiled wryly by glancing at Kyara who was looking at her in wonder. Kyara invites Rey to meet at a coffee shop to return the jacket that Rey once lent her, while they are still busy with travel when handling Antonio's case.

"Bang, thank you for the jacket." Kyara stood up again, putting Rey's leather jacket back on the chair she had been sitting in.

Seeing Rey who seemed to not want to be disturbed, the girl chose not to linger there.

"Wait!" Rey's hand held Kyara's one arm.

"That's all?" Rey raised the question by turning her head towards the tyrannical face beside her. Hearing Rey's question, Kyara simply smiled, she stared fixedly at the tall man who looked very bad. Bad psychologically.

"Alright, I'll be here to see you slump, Bang! " Kyara's words made Rey laugh sarcastically. Kyara was able to make him laugh at himself.

"You ever fall in love? " rei's question made the girl just shrug her shoulders. Kyara's body language seems to want to state if she is also a normal girl.

"But, have you ever put the wrong love?" Rey's question then made her squint, then the girl smiled. This time, Kyara's laughter that made the man with thin fur on his jaw firmly stared at her by linking both eyebrows.

"I have more broken hearts than fallen in love. But I did make a skat of my own so that the broken heart did not control my heart. Well, maybe my logic is too big, Bang." explains Kyara. Kyara does have a man-like mind. It was not only an opinion but that statement was corroborated by the psychological tests he had done.

"You mean?"

"I wanted a nice guy, but before I got to know Bang Hans, my look and my behavior attracted a lot of jerks. Of course, it's very out of sync, whatever it is if it's not right yeah.break your heart!" obviously Kyara made Rey nod faintly. Perhaps, that term was very apt with Rey's current feelings. Wrongly put the heart.

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In a luxurious house, there was a whimper of a little girl who kept asking her papa. Ale continued to wrestle spoiled around his mother's neck asking to catch up with her papa.

"Darling, Papa's coming home tomorrow. Papa, again work." Zoya tries to explain something to Ale. Zoya's body is seen staggering as the boy continues to move by wrapping his full-fat arm around his mother's neck.

"Ale wants to be the same Papa." whereas usually also the puffer boy never get along with his papa.

"Ale sleeps first, tomorrow let's meet Papa soon." Zoya must persuade her daughter to understand.

In the afternoon when they return home from meeting Nilla, Hans sends a message to Zoya if tonight he will stay at the hotel. The event that lasted several hours and his tired body made Hans unwilling to risk the trip.

"Let's go baby, the son must be obedient to Mama." Zoya then invites Ale to enter the room, her daughter's manyun mouth makes Zoya understand if Ale still wants to wait for her papa.

At ten o'clock in the night, Ale was already fast asleep. Zoya leaves Ale's room to return to her room."Oh Allah... Why be kangen Mas Hans, huh?" zoya muttered with a smile full of ideas. In her head was now an idea that would make her husband to quickly go home.

Zoya begins to look for the lingerie Hans bought at the time. Teasing Hans, was a powerful way to get the man home quickly. Imagining her husband's reaction alone made Zoya smile amusedly.

After changing clothes, Zoya approached her cellphone which had continued to ring. Just thinking about it, it turns out Hans has started calling his cell phone.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mas." Zoya said after sliding her phone screen. It appears Hans is in a luxury hotel still wearing a formal shirt.

"Zoy, why wear that shirt when there's no me?" hans protest.

"You're teasing me on purpose?" Hans looks upset when Zoya's look makes his brain start to drool.

"No. It's a pity that it's been bought but I've only worn it once." Zoya replied with a teasing smile.

"Mas Hans, just got to the hotel? Same as anyone?" search for Zoya as Hans settles down on the bed.

"Darling, if it's like this I'd like to go home now." Hans did thwart his intention to go home because the show was over after nine p.m.

"Well, what is it, what is it." Zoya protested, her hands flicked her long hair behind her shoulders making her chest exposed so clearly.

"Astagfirullah, Zoy. I'm out of focus because I imagine making out your body. You finished your period today, right?" hans asked without turning his gaze. The sharp eye was examining the details of the existing image on the screen of his phone. Again the soul of his man was made angry by the woman who had always been his servant.

"Already, it was congregational prayer with Ale. Hans is coming home fast! " pinta Zoya with spoiled. His wife's smile could not be compared to anyone.

"You dare if I'm far away. Try if I'm at home you're just shy about it." So upset Hans began to sneer at his wife, even though he was already kangen to exchange sweat with the woman he always wanted.

They chatted until Zoya unconsciously closed her eyelids. He could no longer resist sleepiness as usual. While Hans actually still not satisfied looking at the face of his wife ayu.

"Oh my God, my wife is beautiful, sexy again! " humed Hans as he closed his call. His brain that started thinking pervertedly made his junior stand up straight. A Zoya's sexiness is only hers, only she can see and feel the details.

"Soloism again. Fate fate! " the grunts then went into the bathroom to complete his desire because of Zoya's mischievous actions. Mischievous. Just this time he saw his wife so mischievously teasing him.

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After the Salat Tahajud Zoya could not close her eyes anymore. He looked at the clock on his phone, it was already at half-four in the morning. He chose to go out to watch television while waiting for dawn to come.

Carrying a flat object in her hand, Zoya looked at Ale's room first. The boy appears to be asleep and Zoya closes Ale's room and steps into the television room.

His hand turned on the television along with landing his weight on the sofa. The atmosphere is still too quiet and the cold bites to the skin.

His hand stopped moving the TV channel when a news story showed a fatal accident in the city Hans was visiting. Last night at twelve o'clock the fateful incident took place.

A collision between Mercy's ABxxxx Al police car and an inter-city bus killed two passengers in the car. A lawyer and his female colleagues were reportedly killed at the scene.

At once Zoya's body shook violently, but her heart denied that it was her husband"No way." His lips continued to mutter without caring for his head which began to throb dizzy.

Her cold hands began to reach for her phone, hitting her husband's number. "Lift, Mas!" with a feeling of anger. Several times he tried to make a call to Hans but the number he went to kept getting out of reach.

"Mas Haaanssss!" Zoya's shout followed by a hysterical cry until a moment later the tiny body slumped on the sofa with eyes closed.

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