The Secret of Zoya's Love

Duty For Zoya

"Ihhh.. lash, huh?!" After entering the room Hans approached Zoya who appeared to be standing by the window of the room.

"Anged, yes!" Hans continues to tease Zoya while her wife is still on the phone with Nilla.

Several times, Zoya confirms the index finger on her pursed lips, warning Hans to be quiet and not to disturb her. But, the man even no stop bothering even a few times he tickled his wife's waist. The tiny body was on its knees holding back amusedly while trying to focus on his conversation on the phone.

"Oh Allah, Mas Hans why so nosy." protested Zoya, when she closed her call. Zoya is forced to delay her chatter as Hans relentlessly continues to harass her. Zoya returned to lay her body on the bed in an arbitrary position. Soon, Hans settles down next to Zoya, but on his stomach looks up at Zoya's face.

"You're jealous, right?" seductive Hans pinched the tip of his wife's tiny nose.It was clearly visible the rest of the irritated streaks still lingering in his heart.

"It looks like he's still expecting Mas Hans." continued Zoya. This time, Zoya turned her head towards the sharp eyes that were still at home looking at her.

"Start it! Everything a woman wants is on me." Hans deliberately added to his wife's annoyance. In fact, a faint smile seemed not to recede from the thin lips of the man who was also looking at him.

"Is Mas Hans interested in him?" shrieked zoya, their views were intertwined as if they wanted to read each other's hearts. The look in the eye just wants to say if this simple woman who is currently in front of her is able to shift her world. Diverting many things, so that he does not know if one day without it.

"Where is it possible? From the beginning I was never interested in Denisa, let alone that she didn't seem to like children very much. So what about Ale?" Those beautiful Irish eyes were just staring into Hans's eyes, he was still looking for honesty there.

"All Mama's candidates are of no interest to me." Hans continued.

"Include me?" sela Zoya's. Like that of a woman, she is always looking for faith.

"Outside of you, Zoy. I was small, very thin and kept wearing clothes as well. Really lungset. From the look nothing interesting at all." Hans continued to speak with a recall of his wife's first look. He did not realize that the woman beside him had already refrained from hitting her annoying mouth.

"Well, how could I have married a girl like this?" chirped Hans without noticing his wife's pouting face. Zoya glanced at her husband who had issued many words that made the earlobe heat.

"What looks more like a baby sitter, huh?" lirih Zoya, her weakened sentence made Hans realize if there was something wrong with the sentence. For a moment he looked at his wife's gloomy face.

"Where are baby sitters wearing hundreds of millions of watches?" Hans raised the small arm upwards, as if to clarify the price of the circular watch on his wife's wrist.

"What's? Astagfirulah..."

"Hundreds of millions?" Zoya was shocked that she never expected the price of the watch on her wrist to reach hundreds as well. For him it was too much.

"That bought me Mama, lo! You'll hurt Mama's feelings if you don't use her gift." Hans held Zoya's hand which was about to take off her watch. Hans already memorized that when it comes to Mama he can't do anything.

"So who called?" hans asked by playing his fingers on his wife's tiny lips. One hand was bent to become the headstool.

"Nila, she said tomorrow she's getting married to Bang Wildan."

"But, it's only a family event after the Qabul ijab."

"But, it looks like Nilla is still in doubt with Bang Wildan." explains Zoya, Zoya shifted her position to look at the man who was still looking at her fixedly.

"Well, what's it like living in an ex-married?" goda Hans, he smiled even more when he saw the twitching on his wife's forehead.

"Mas Hans, that was it! Let it be the Secret of Zoya's Love, only! Don't jump again. Especially when we hear our children later. No, Great." Gently and with a look down the woman asserted, if all the stories are enough in store.

"Let's just make a kid. Let something be kept secret." The big hand began to unravel the hijab of his wife, berahan without taking off his sharp gaze, he began to unbutton the tunic that still worn Zoya. As it turned out, he actually embodied his words to continue the one round yesterday that had been delayed.

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The morning when the sun has peeked out of the gap of the ventilation gap and windows, hinting that such a bright morning has been given nature to perfect the day that we will go through. So does the heart of the woman who is currently excited in the kitchen. Today Zoya is going to college to apply for college.

In the kitchen, Zoya is preoccupied with cooking many of the favorite foods all at home, especially Ale. From last night Ale had ordered Chicken porridge.

"Darling, today to college, right? You just take Mama, huh? I got a lot of shows today." Hans walked over to Zoya with a neat look. Hans' favorite masculine perfume is so fragrant and fresh in Zoya's nose. For Zoya this is a distinctive fragrance attached to the body of her husband.

"I can take a taxi, Mas." Zoya is still busy rolling cooked food into the bowl she will serve at the dinner table.

"Honey. cup.." The man's kiss landed on his wife's cheek. Anxiety that sometimes encourages the man to take unexpected actions.

"Oh my God, I still stink!" said Zoya tiptoed and spontaneously avoided her head. He felt bad himself because of the sweat and smell of onions on his body.

"i like. Yeah again?" goda Hans by raising his eyebrows.

"Don't, Mas!" Zoya searches for the path that was blocked by the athletic body. His hands were still carrying the bowl of porridge and vegetables that he would bring to the dining table. The man followed his wife's steps back to find his position at the dinner table.

"Mama's been the chicken porridge?" chirps Ale who just appeared from behind the house accompanied by Mama Shanti. The boy walked by jumping up and down towards Zoya.

"This" Zoya replied as she showed off the bowl in her hand and smiled at her daughter who was nearing. The two age-different twins walked side by side towards the dining table.

"Zoy, this is Denisa's business card and it's a card to make payments. After college, you go straight to the showroom." Hans handed over Denisa's business card and an ATM card to make the payment.

"Oh yeah, don't forget to bring an identity. Later all letters of the vehicle use your name." Hans said as he sat at the dinner table. He deliberately left the business to Zoya, so that his noble wife learned to take care of other things besides home affairs.

"But I'm afraid I can't!" replied Zoya who was hesitant to do it according to what Hans wanted.

"Maybe, I'll be accompanied by Mama."

"Can you, Ma?" Hans turned his gaze towards his mother. Waiting for a definite answer from Mama Shanti.

"Yes, Mama could have. Just so there is money on the way." replied Shanti. Opportunity to morotin his son. Thought Shanti.

"Hm... " Hans had been lazy to answer or argue with his mother. After marriage with Zoya, the windfall problem was launched, although many problems that always confront him.

By pleasing his mother, he hoped that all business could run smoothly. No, we deny the greatest strength for children is the prayer of parents.

Seriate...