The Secret of Zoya's Love

Body Odor

Hans stared at the figure who was still asleep. A calm face with a smooth breath, making men who lie on their sides enjoy the details of his wife's ayu face.

His finger touched repeatedly, accompanied by a smile clearly drawn on his face, Hans' index finger as if playing a plump feather attached to the eyelid that was still clenched quietly.

As Zoya's tiny body wriggles restlessly due to the finger play on her eyelashes. He came back smiling. Hans shifted his position slightly, intending to clear himself.

"Where are you going, Mas?" zoya's tiny hand held Hans' sturdy arm.

Hans paused for a moment with a smile on his thin lips. His gaze was fixed on the figure who had just opened his eyes.

"Are you awake?" hans asked by getting rid of the child's hair scattered on his wife's pretty face. Zoya only smiled spoiled but her fingers still tightly grasped Hans' sturdy arm.

"I still want to be accompanied." asked Zoya to make the man's smile more clearly drawn. Since when does Zoya get so many requests?

Hans returns to lay his body beside Zoya. By raising the blanket, he embraced the tiny body that then joined him as well. Strange feelings continued to rage in his mind.

"Why is it so spoiled?" hans muttered still with his wife. He just felt astonished, not usually Zoya this pampered. The man didn't ask much, they enjoyed their time together more.

Sunlight that began to peek behind the orange sky made Zoya repeatedly blink her eyes. After the Fajr Salat, he chose to go back to sleep.

During the gospel, he was looking for a figure who since last night always held him when he was about to leave. Zoya had already circulated her gaze, but neither had her husband's shadow found.

"Where is Mas Hans?" zoya muttered as she saw the bathroom empty. The curtains that closed the window of his room facing the open sea.

From the balcony he could see Hans who was running combing the beach, the athletic man was seen enjoying his morning jog by enjoying the atmosphere of the beach.

"Why am I staying?" zoya grumbled with pursed lips. He felt unfair because he could not enjoy the beautiful beach view. But, on the other hand Zoya also still feels reluctant to leave the room.

The bed, it felt like he wanted to re-enjoy the soft bed. Still wearing Hans's shirt that was almost knee-length, Zoya reopened her body on top of the padded bed.

Laying on, his eyes narrowed again. He didn't feel like he was back to sleep, even though it wasn't a good night's sleep. The sound of the waves was still heard even though his eyes could no longer open.

"Darling... Hae why don't you wake up?" The baritone voice again made Zoya again blink her eyes. The athletic man was already standing by his hanging feet.

Zoya lay on her back, as if she no longer intended to go back to sleep. But the fact is he's back to sleep.

"Zoy, look! The day is bright!" Hans was still trying to get his wife to open her eyes. Still standing and resting at Zoya's feet. Hans kept trying to wake his wife.

"Mas Hans, it's not romantic." she complained with her eyes closed. His hand grabbed a pillow to make a roll. Without caring for her husband who was standing with a sneaky look, Zoya changed positions by hugging a pillow as a bolster.

"Well, you want a romantic one, right?" muttered Hans. Before long staring at his wife, Hans raised Zoya's body until the woman screamed in shock.

Hans takes Zoya into the bathroom and it manages to make Zoya tiptoe in shock as cold water flushes her body. "Mas Hans." He hugged the athletic body in front of him.

"Mas Hans, it's cold!" zoya complains that she does not want to take off her arms to a man who can only smile when he sees his wife's behavior. This morning, they took a bath together before Hans took him to comb the beach and enjoy breakfast outside the resort.

"Romantic, right?" Hans still helps Zoya dry her long hair with a towel.

"Tortured me. The water is cold." A cold shower indeed managed to make Zoya open her eyes and feel fresh. But he had to shiver first while doing so.

"You wear your clothes yesterday! We're going out resort. Today we're going back to town." Hans leaves Zoya to find his phone. Since last night he hasn't touched that flat object at all.

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In a pretty fancy workspace, on the second floor. A girl wearing a floral-patterned hijab combined with a plain blouse and cloth pants was standing by the window.

From yesterday his heart was so riled up to decide for the next step. Today, Rey tried to call him several times but was not picked up by him. He just wanted to make sure his heart was.

The events, yesterday and Rey's unanimousness to get Zoya's love make Kyara feel gambled with her own feelings. Stop and continue. According to him, the love that has not been conveyed is indeed too beautiful and stifling.

Kyara smiled sneerily at the city street from the top of her room window. This time, his heart was bigger choosing to retreat, of course he was disappointed. But, he did not want to be disappointed even more deeply because it forced a love that was not for him.

"Good afternoon, Boss Ma'am." Ryan's voice blew his daydream. With Diana, Ryan stood in the middle of the door of the girl's room that did look smart.

"Come in, Bang."

"Come in, Di." Kyara turned to them to let them in.

Their steps were focused on the sofa in the corner of the room that was very modern. The painting is in line with some flowers located on the work desk and corner of the room, giving a feminine impression to the owner.

"Why don't you ever go to the office, Ra?" ryan asks, who used to spend lunch with Kyara and Hans at the cafe in front of his office.

"really?" kyara replied with a crisp laugh. Hans' office did give a different impression. Moreover, the owner, the man who dared to scold him was exhausted. That was the first impression that the girl gave to the figure that her brother considered.

"We're here to give you our wedding invitation." Ryan began to explain the intention of their arrival to Kyara's office, while Diana pulled out the invitation paper from inside her bag.

"Oh my God, your struggle is finally a success, Bang."

"Goodbye Bang."

"Congratulations, Di." Kyara congratulated the two. She witnesses Ryan's struggle to get Diana's heart. Several times the tall man was rejected on the grounds that he still wanted to focus on college and work.

"Finally, the effort did not betray the results." continued Kyara made Diana blush in shame.

The afternoon conversation, at the end of working hours, made the three of them feel at home if they did not remember the changing atmosphere of the evening, maybe still fun chatting.

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His hand was still reaching, looking for the phone that had been ringing since. His squinting eyes tried to see clearly who had called him earlier.

After returning from the resort Zoya felt her body quickly feel tired. In fact, every time the drowsiness whack can not be held.

"Mama." he muttered then answered his mother-in-law's call.

"Assalamulaikum, Ma" Zoya replied inching her body against the headboard.

"Waalaikum greetings... Are you sick, Zoy?" mama Shanti asked when she saw Zoya this afternoon still look tangled on the bed.

"No, Ma! Zoya is just tired. No Ale is deserted either." replied Zoya.

"Mamaaaaa... Is it so?" asked Ale after successfully seizing his oman's phone.

"Honey, Ale is just as good as Papa." Zoya replied

"Tomorrow Ale home, Ma. Ale was already missing Mama." replied the puffed up boy still displaying a smile that made his eyes narrow even more.

The sound of Mama Shanti's voice warned Ale not to call Zoya too long because Mama Zoyanya was sick.

"Mommy Sick?" the boy turned the phone screen on his face.

"Dear no, just sleepy." answered Zoya still smiling at her daughter.

"Mama rest, Ale's coming home tomorrow. Tomorrow Ale accompany Mama, yes! Let Mama Zoya get well soon." Zoya smiled as she listened to her daughter's words as if she was an adult.

"Thank you, Mama's beautiful daughter."

"Assalamualaik." Ale turned off his call.

"Waalaikum salam." Zoya puts her phone back on the nightstand.

Zoya again relaxes her body and pulls back the blanket despite having no intention of going back to sleep. She just wanted to get her energy back in order to get up and cook something for her husband when she came home from work.

Not until ten minutes, the door to his room was open, it turned out Hans had come home from the office.

"Mas, are you home?" zoya asks when she sees her husband coming in and approaches her on the bed.

"Yes, are you sleeping?" Hans put his phone on the nightstand.

"Yes, lemes wants to sleep on" Zoya replied as she shifted her body to the center as Hans sat next to her.

"We're checking your blood sugar or your blood pressure, okay?" hans bargains but is rejected by Zoya on the grounds that she only feels tired. Zoya just wants quality time to rest.

"Mas Hans, don't come near!" zoya protests as Hans breaks down her body next to her. Zoya moved her body away from Hans.

"Why?" hans asked, astonished that Zoya would not normally refuse him. Even now his wife gave him some distance.

"Just be careful, don't like Mas Hans stink." Hearing Zoya Hans's refusal to link her eyebrows together again. He tried smelling himself, to his astonishment, he felt his usual body odor as he came home and hugged his wife. The perfumes are still sharp.

Seriate....