The Secret of Zoya's Love

Death Speak

Hearing the screams, as he was about to enter the house, Hans was stunned. Ale, it was his daughter's cry that was so hysterical that he made himself simultaneously rush to swing his steps by running up one by one wooden staircase. He had no heart anymore, imagining what was really going on on the second floor.

His steps stopped for a moment, his heart pounding even more intensely when he saw the figure he had missed lying helplessly on the sofa. His pale face was being rubbed by the little finger of the princess who kept crying waiting for the beautiful eyes to open. While their household assistants are still rubbing tiny fingers that look weak. Zoya is still unconscious.

"Oh my God, what happened?" muttered Hans. Rushing over, he took over the role of Bi Muna who was beside Zoya and then lifted his wife's body into the room.

"Papa, Mama why? Why not wake up?" Hans was still ignoring Ale's question, as a flash of negative thoughts incarnated made him very confused. Tired face, a look that already looks scuffed already he does not care. Only Anxiety was now visible from the glare of sharp eyes that stared at the wife's pale face.

"Bi please, make me a warm drink!" hans said by still rubbing Zoya's palm with eucalyptus oil, then applying a liquid with a sharp aroma around Zoya's nose. The middle-aged woman was stirred out when getting an order from the employer.

"Mama's okay."Hans tried to calm Ale's sobbing. The boy believed in his papa, so Ale started to calm down. But, Hans own heart is still so anxious about Zoya's condition that he does not know the cause, glimpsed wall clock, still at half five in the morning. If fifteen more minutes are not aware he will take Zoya to the hospital alone.

"Darling, I'm home!" Hans lowered his body, whispered the sentence in Zoya's ear then kissed the pale face with his eyes still closed.

"Darling, wake!" hans whispered once again, the second whisper was accompanied by worry that had soared. Fear of something bad happening to his wife.

The flickering eyelashes that began to move made Hans look at him once again, convincing that his wife was really aware.

Zoya begins to open her eyes, perfecting her consciousness that somehow minutes away. A speck of doubt began to make him stare at a figure whose face was only spaced thinly with him.

Still hesitating, her tiny hand tried to move, palpating a handsome face that she could hardly believe was in front of her. rubbing it over and over again to reassure if this was her husband.

"Mas Hans's? Is this really Hans?" his murmuring was almost inaudible, his eyes melting the endless clear liquid. A feeling of almost disbelief and happiness now rose in his heart.

"It's me, honey?" hans answered by kissing his wife. Spilling relief that had been seized in seconds his wife was unconscious.

"Mama, don't sleep on! Ale fear. Ale was afraid that Mama would not move." the boy's crying and happiness made Zoya smile. He could understand how much Ale loved him.

"Ale love Mama?" zoya asked with a slight murmur. His gaze was looking for an honest answer that the boy was about to throw.

"Ale dear Mama." Ale stretched his body by hugging his mother. What the boy did made his heart so touched. Ale, the little boy she had not expected would give such a great love to her. The boy who initially only made his heart wander, because the child missed the mother figure so much. But, that feeling of compassion had developed into such a powerful instinct. Until she forgets she's just a mom.

"Mama love Ale." Zoya kisses the top of her daughter's head even though her hand is still tightly holding her husband's arm. It was as if he was still convincing himself that this was not a dream.

"I'm sorry, it's warm tea, sir" Bi Muna said after several knocking sounds.

Seeing the middle-aged woman bring warm tea to his wife, Hans immediately woke up. He welcomed a cup of sweet warm tea, thus making the middle-aged woman rush out afterwards.

"Darling, drink first!" hans said with one arm to help Zoya wake up.

He blew a moment of that warm tea before handing it to Zoya. With so many questions in his heart, he still looked at Zoya who was sipping the contents of her tea cup until half.

"Mas, that news? That's Mas Hans' car, right?" zoya asks by handing over her tea cup to Hans to put on the nightstand. Then she pulled her body back.

"Yes, last night my car was borrowed by a hotel friend with me. Turns out he's got his Aspr."

"Oh my God, I saw the news this morning as if the heart had stopped beating. Mas Hans's phone can't be reached either." Zoya said with her glass eyes. This time she seemed to have gotten thousands of good luck when she saw her husband was by her side again.

"Sorry, charge me still in the car. After a video call with you, I plan to go straight home" Hans said.

"It can't stand! " His whisper was again afraid of being heard by the boy who was currently still busy hugging his mother with a little drowsiness. Ale who found her mother when shocked to hear Zoya's scream. Fortunately, a moment later Hans arrived home.

"Continue?"

"Papa, this is Mama Ale!" ale protests by hitting her papa's arm as Hans shifts her arm from Zoya's abdomen.

"Continue?" ask Zoya again.

"Keep I sleepy, we're bobo together." That silly answer made Zoya pinch her husband's arm. Very greget, when he asked seriously even get a silly answer.

"What is the fate of Mas Hans' friend?" Zoya clarified her question.

"He died on the spot with his girlfriend. Maybe love is living forever."

"Feasy? "

"He cheated on his Asprinya. That's why he didn't bring a car, afraid his wife was suspicious."

"Astagfirullah, O Allah." after mentioning the name of Allah Zoya was silent. I could see the fear and sadness on my face.

"Why, baby? " Zoya's silence made Hans curious.

"We don't know death, age isn't the parameter, even being sick or healthy is no longer a symbol. If it is like a friend of Mas Hans, only God knows what class they belong to." said Zoya, his gaze looked bright as if his sentence also reminded himself.

"Zoy, don't talk like that! I was so horrified. Although I have many sins, but I hope we belong to the tribe of the khatimah husnul." At first glance the man was carried away by his wife's words.

"Sometimes, death shows what a person really looks like. Just as we have to be heart. If Mas Hans cheated it could be like that." continued Zoya with a glance at her husband.

"Don't swear to me, Zoy! I know where I've been cheating, most of the girls who are snot close to me."

"But I swear I'm afraid I'm going to work with you, Zoy." Hans retorted after getting his wife's sharp glances.

"Why are you afraid of Mama? " Ale Sahut.

"Papa is not afraid of Mama, Papa loves Mama. It's Zoya." Hans kisses Zoya's cheek in front of Ale. Zoya clenched her eyelids tightly in protest. He also regretted if Ale listened to all their adult chatter.

At five o'clock in the morning, Hans invited his wife's son to the Fajr Salat congregation. Now, his eyes began to sleepy because all night only slept a few hours in a taxi.

"Call Mama first, Mas!" Zoya's advice as they, get out of the mushala. Zoya is only worried that Mama Shanti will see the news and assume that her son is in the car.

"Ale also wants to talk to Oma. It feels lonely without Oma." said Ale who followed them back into the room to retrieve Zoya's phone.

"Assalamualaikum Oma." Greet Ale first when you see his face on the phone screen. They accidentally video call together.

"Waalaikum salam, what's the morning call?" shanti asked with a smile to see her grandchildren scrambling on the phone screen.

"Ma, Mas Hans' car was in an accident, but Mas Hans was already home" Zoya said.

"My car's crumbling, Ma. The fear of insurance can not be claimed because it is not me who drives it." said Hans by seizing the phone from the hands of Zoya.

"The car you think about. You should still be thankful that you survived. Later buy another new one." replied Shanti, she was very grateful her son was still given safety.

"Mama's good, just say buy again. Don't know what, if it's a car cost two billion." Hans grumbled by leaving his wife's son who still looks engrossed in conversation. Drowsiness made him choose to lay down his body on the bed rather than argue with his mother.

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