The Secret of Zoya's Love

Speak Love

This time, Kyara escorts Rey to the apartment. He understood it clearly, if the woman was Zoya.

In a room with a fairly artistic interior, several paintings hang beautifully on one of the walls of the main room of Rey's apartment.

"Oh my goodness, Bang. How can? Brother's brain is sliding, huh?" This time Kyara preached by compressing bruises on the corner of the lips of the man who is currently storing his emotions. Though he himself felt a sense of disappointment that he still closed tightly.

"I've loved Zoya since I first saw her. What I regret, why God was late to meet me with him." lirih Rey, this time the usual face concluded that the smile looked gloomy and seemed to grimace with pain.

"Perhaps, Bang Rey will be reunited with someone much better. Will hurt ourselves Bang if we love someone else's property." Kyara tries to be a friend to Rey.

"Let's know, no one can take my heart like Zoya. I don't think my feelings are left" Rey continued. The man looked desperate.

Kyara just sighed, her heart so riled up when she heard the curses of the person who had already taken some of the taste in her heart.

"Why should a man's wife, Bang. A lot of women are out there." - sullen Kyara, her throat felt choked. He himself gathered strength to be able to control his feelings.

" If I can avoid it, I will avoid my feelings. But, the more I got to know, the stronger I felt. I like to see her gentle face, her motherly nature. She's the figure I've been dreaming of all this time." Rey's words left Kyara speechless, she still analyzes things about Rey. Really, that's love? The obsession? Or other flavors that Rey does not recognize.

"Bang, I'm still hungry. Is there something in the kitchen?" kyara asked to switch the conversation, she did not want to feel more disappointed because of Rey's confession. He also had no solution to give to the man.

"There's only spaghetti noodles and sardines" said Rey, leaning her body on the couch. Meanwhile, Kyara walks into the kitchen looking for something to cook.

Every now and then Rey glances at Kyara in the kitchen, she doubts the girl is able to do so. Not long ago the savory fragrance was smelled in Rey's nose. He moved to approach the condition of the kitchen that made him curious.

"Well ... pinter is also you" said Rey, taking a closer look at what the girl was doing. Her smile was clearly drawn on Rey's face followed by a gaze full of admiration.

"It's not Kyara if you can't do what you want."

" Simple! " said Rey by scrambling Kyara's hair to make the girl protest for fear that her hair will fall into the food that is still on the stove.

Rey never expected, the daughter of a senior lawyer could do activities in the kitchen. The man with a sharp nose did not stop amazed, because his assumption of safety was wrong.

"Get me along, Ra! I'll take you home later." pinta Rey, he does feel appropriate when talking to Kyara. Flexible enough to share.

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Hans was still staring at the atmosphere of the beach as far as visibility from the top of his room balcony. Only a sprinkling of stars hangs in the dark sky, accompanied by a roaring pounding of waves that sing to accompany the atmosphere of a quiet night.

Sometimes he smokes cigarette smoke into the air. As if hoping, the smoke soaring high was able to answer the question in his mind. What plans would Rey have for her wife? And can Zoya survive with him?

Reynaldy has everything to manage. For Hans, it comes across the possibility of something Rey could do outside of his mind. After all, he could not lie to himself if it was enough to give anxiety in his heart.

From inside the room, Zoya is still watching her husband. He knew Hans was thinking a lot. "I want to quit smoking, Zoy. I didn't want to look old just because of the toxic stuff." at that time, looking for wrinkles on his handsome face. Hans doesn't want to notice the age difference between him and Zoya.

The small steps flew closer to Hans. With no less restless feeling, Zoya touched the shoulder field of the man who was sitting on the balcony.

Still enjoying the atmosphere on the porch of the hanging room, Hans looked up at the owner of the small hand that landed on his shoulder. Zoya is now standing behind Hans.

"Honey.." said Hans by pulling the small hand so that the owner moved in front of him. He also lowered his long legs that had originally climbed on the table.

"I'm sorry! I've become a burden on Mas Hans' mind." The habit of feeling women always apologize when she feels she has become a burden on others.

Not replying to his wife's sentence, Hans pulled the tiny body closer. His hand was circular to control Zoya's small waist with full possessiveness.

"Until any moment, you are mine and only mine." Hans muttered with his head resting on Zoya's flat stomach still standing. The athletic body locks his wife's body with arms coiled around her waist.

"Drt. drt... " The two stared at Hans' vibrating phone. Mama Shanti, the name is clearly calling.

One hand still hugged Zoya's waist and one hand stuck out, grabbing the phone lying on the table.

"Greetings.." replied Hans. The faces of some of the two were now visible to Ale.

"Ale, Mama misses." That soft voice made her daughter smile. A happy face could not be hidden the boy when he heard the word kangen from his mother.

"Where is Daddy's mom? Not at home, right?" cecar Ale, when looking at a different atmosphere, not a house or apartment.

"Mama's on the beach with Papa" Zoya replied.

"Ih...Papa cheated, Ale left!" the boy looked pouted.

"Ale, will you be okay?" hans teased the boy not to sulk anymore.

"Now. But, it had to be made in two because Ale wasn't invited for the holidays."

"Two what four?" hans continued to make Ale think. She missed her daughter, too. Teasing Ale to him was the most fun entertainment.

"Two!" Ale's reply made Hans laugh. His daughter thought 'Adek' was an item that could be made at will.

Just a few minutes later, they let each other off, until Niar's voice called Ale for dinner. Ale closes his call, but Zoya still misses her daughter.

Still sitting on her husband's thigh Zoya now turns staring in the sharp eyes of people nearby.

"Why?" hans asked by landing a kiss on the small shoulder still wrapped in his shirt. After the shower Zoya put on Hans' shirt because she didn't bring a change of clothes.

"Mas, what if Mas Hans reported Bang Rey on the charge of molestation?" That was what Zoya was worried about. She didn't want to because she was her husband in trouble.

"What dare him? He will not risk defaming his own good name" Hans replied.

"Is that what you've been thinking about since?" hans continued to make Zoya nod slowly.

"Mas Hans himself? I know, Mas Hans is thinking a lot." Seeing Zoya's eyes staring at the ashtray made Hans understand that his wife had already noticed him.

The wind was blowing fiercely on the balcony, making the cold air sweep across the face. Seeing his wife cold, Hans pulled his wife's small body to lean into her field chest. Not to forget he also tightened his embrace to make the tiny body of his servant even slightly warmed.

"Zoy." call Hans.

"Hmmm." replied Zoya with deheman. His hands were playing Hans' shirt buttons.

"Reynaldy is richer than me. He doesn't just have one company. And his assets won't run out of derived purpose." Hearing the words of her husband Zoya also rose from her backrest. He looked at Hans.

"Why talk about other people, Mom?"

"He likes you. In fact, he might be able to provide more facilities than I give." Zoya is not concerned with Hans's words. The woman rested her body on Hans' chest by herself.

"I'm your wife, Mas. Ilove you. And I'm pretty grateful for what Mas Hans gave me. Even I am happy with our family. Then what am I looking for?" Gently the voice sounded to warm the heart of the man in distress. He was worried that Zoya would choose a man who was quite attractive to many Eveans.

"You love me? Since when? why don't you ever seduce me?" Hans is happy that Zoya's reassurance makes him fall back in love.

"No, I just couldn't stand it. What if I let out my death appeal?" Hearing Zoya Hans's reply, her hand framed the headscarf-less face, landing a kiss whose intention was only a moment but received a welcome beyond her expectations.

"We're going to continue next round, right?" This time, Zoya seduces Hans by draping her arms around her husband's neck when Hans takes her into the room.

Hans himself felt quite astonished, tonight Zoya looks different. Her anxious onion, and her welcoming attitude to her husband's touch, made Hans start the next round. The stage that ends with a hot and loving struggle between the two.

Seriate......