The Secret of Zoya's Love

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"Thank you, Mum! " said Zoya with a smile that could tear down the man's world. Zoya feels the warm side of Hans's flat look.

Zoya put back the cup that she had already gulped some of it in.

"Sleep here for tonight! So that I can know how you are! " Hearing Hans' orders, Zoya simply fell silent, How could she defy her husband's orders.

"Alright, Mom! This is actually common for some women. "zoya back to lay his body in a king-size mattress, the call 'Mas' was slowly cultured, it turns out, at first it felt strange to say by the girl.

Hans, choose to study some case files in the room only. That way, he can find out Zoya's condition. Why his heart always wavers when he sees Zoya. Maybe because of a sad face or all this time that he knew, Zoya was not the type of woman who likes to complain to make Hans feel Zoya is the biggest puzzle that he had to solve.

A notification rang out from Zoya's phone, the little hand groped looking for her phone located on the nightstand.

Zoya, how are you? I can play at your house, right? I now live in this city because my father allows me to continue college.if possible, share the location.

Nilla

Zoya smiled as she read the message from Nila. His body leaned against the head of the bed. And his gaze was now observing Hans playing his laptop keyboard. Like I wanted to say something but got stuck.

"What's wrong? " asked Hans ahead by still staring at his laptop. Zoya actually wanted to ask. But the girl had always been a lot of consideration when it came to interacting with Hans.

"May my friend from the village play here?"

For a moment Hans stopped his finger movements. The man who was currently leaning his body also let out a long sigh, His sharp eyes were now staring at the girl who turned her eyes clumsily.

"Zoya...! Here you my wife is no one else. You deserve guests from anywhere. " Hans does feel Zoya is still building distance between them, even though she has done many tasks as a mother and wife.

Could it be that he still loves someone? That suspicion always made Hans even more curious about a Zoya Kamila.

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Hans looked at Zoya who was still wrapped in a blanket. It is not unusual for Zoya to wake up this afternoon, Hans just let his wife to sleep, because he knows, if last night Zoya can not sleep because she is less comfortable with menstrual pain.

The sound of life and sunlight that pierced through the gap of the room curtain made Zoya blink her eyes. The first sight he saw was Hans already sitting nearby with a shirt already soaked in sweat.

"Sorry, I'm bad luck! " Zoya hurried to lower his legs from the bed. But his movements came to a halt as Hans held his arm.

"Where are you? " asked Hans with a sharp look. The look in her eyes made Zoya's heart beat faster, especially when the big finger was still holding on to her wrist, making Zoya even more nervous.

"What about your stomach? " ask Hans by pulling back Zoya to sit next to him.

"It doesn't hurt anymore! " answer Zoya.

"Mas, I'm going to clean up, first. "as always, Zoya doesn't seem to give Hans enough room to get to know him better.

Hans looked back at Zoya who went into the bathroom, he actually wanted to clean himself because of the sweat that already felt sticky on the body. The man is still diligent in exercising to maintain his body fitness.

Fifteen minutes, thirty minutes, forty-five minutes and an hour Hans calculated the length of time Zoya was in the bathroom. Fix, this is not natural if only for bathing only. Hans moved closer to the small room in the corner of his room.

"Zoya, what are you doing in the bathroom? " Hans banged on the bathroom door, but there was no answer.

"Zoya...you're okay, right? " asked Hans once again still with his hands pounding on the door.

Looking forward to getting an answer from Zoya, Hans intends to break down the bathroom door.

"Ceklek." Zoya's head appears from behind the bathroom door.

"You why? "

"Yassass! " squealed Zoya as Hans' hand impatiently pushed the bathroom door open. The white face, now met with red when the gaze of the man with one child was fixed on him.

"A-I ..forget to bring change! " Zoya stammered as he explained everything to Hans. his body was cold hot as the sharp gaze rained down on him.

Zoya passes by Hans who is just sculpting, Hans slowly regresses his steps, letting Zoya walk towards the walk in closet. Her brain froze as she looked at Zoya's new white skin. Her long, curled hair, smooth shoulders and thighs that were explored were exquisite. Sexy, the right word for a girl's body that is always wrapped in a loose robe.

"Sheeekk...! " Zoya slid the door walk in closet to make Hans regain consciousness. The man who was sticky with sweat also chose to go into the bathroom.

"Jeez Hans. He's a kid! " bluff, then go into the bathroom to normalize the bottom. Of course the image of the sexiness of Zoya's body is like in the embrace of her eyes.

"Crazy...where to hold If like this continues! " revealed Hans under the cold water that emanated from the shower. He had to temper the current turmoil of his male soul.

Zoya still felt her irregular racing heartbeat, her face still pajas as those sharp eyes seemed to skin her. Quickly and deftly he immediately put on his robe and immediately came out of the room.

"Mr...! " call Ale in front of the TV next to his room. The boy seemed to be watching cartoons.

"Mom make breakfast first, yeah! " grove Zoya as she goes down the stairs. The boy immediately turned off his tv and ran after Zoya.

"Ma, Ale wants milk! " alley said as Zoya took her down the stairs.

"Yes, Mama's making some milk soon. " Ale shouted with excitement as he was already below.

In the kitchen there is already Bi Muna who looks already look bothered.

"Bi, what's it? " after asking Ale to sit down, Zoya approached the middle-aged woman.

"It's another boil, meat and cut vegetables. He said Zoya wants to cook some soup! " Zoya looks at some vegetables in the refrigerator, he feels he is still lacking in kapri beans and fried onions.

"Bi please Ale make milk and Mas Hans make coffee, I want to see maybe there is still a vegetable maker who is still shabby! " said Zoya then stepped over to Ale.

"Ale's here, yeah, Mama's gonna go shopping for a second!"

"Ale's coming! " the boy immediately got off the chair and approached Zoya, forced Zoya to take her daughter out of the house.

Impatient with Ale's fairly slow pace, Zoya ended up carrying Ale. It was quite tiring to walk carrying a child weighing nearly twenty kilograms that was fifteen meters.

Sweat began to wet her body, Zoya lowered Ale as she reached the vegetable shop. There are already many mothers waiting in line to shop.

"Brru lives here huh, Ma'am? " ask one of the mothers who is also wearing a hijab.

"If it's not wrong, Mrs Hans, is it? " said one of the short-haired mothers.

"It's Mama Ale! " said Ale proudly showing off her new Mama. Everyone also knew that Ale was the son of Hans, the city's top lawyer.

"Ohh yeah, I'm beating the mama from the village huh?" ask one of the mothers standing next to him.

"Yes, Mom! " answered Zoya bluntly.

"So young, so pretty! "

"Well, that's how Mom is good to have a beautiful child can be fooled by rich people. We can live a good life! " saying one of them. How hurt Zoya's heart when the spicy speech was thrown away, there were even those who connected it with ridicule but some were trying to dampen their gossip.

Zoya only chose a few vegetables to buy, it feels like she can't bear to hear the mother's talk there even though not all of them are like that.

In a hurry, Zoya leaves the place by holding Ale back, tears that have been kept even trickled down when remembering the bad sentence that was thrown for her especially for her mother.

"Ale go in first, yeah! " Zoya opened the door for Ale. while he was still wiping his tears to keep from making a ditch when he re-entered the house.

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