The Secret of Zoya's Love

Curious

Zoya cooks a lot of food, considering Ale came home today. He wanted to welcome his daughter.

When Hans calls if he's on his way to pick up Ale and Mama Shanti, how excited Zoya is to hear. He who had just collapsed on the sofa immediately got up and rushed towards the kitchen.

In addition to Ale's favorite cake pudding, Zoya also cooks the food that she had wanted from yesterday. Pepes Salmon, vegetable tamarind and fried tempeh, this time he did not want the sauce like usual.

Uh, I don't know why she even felt like all her husband's favorite foods. Looking at some of the food that was lined up on the table, it felt like he was already impatient, but he had to wait for Hans to come bring his daughter and mother-in-law.

Several times he glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, until finally he was impatient and chose to wait on the side terrace near the garage.

"O Allah, long time." Zoya grumbled with a lip because she was upset. Not long after, Mercy's car, which had been waiting for her, had now emerged from the main gate.

"Mas Hans's... Ale.." muttered Zoya along with a sense of excitement that erupted in the heart. Impatiently, he approached the car that had stopped in front of the garage.

Highlight his eyes narrowed when he saw the bulky boy he had missed his babble even fell asleep on the back bench.

"Why is Ale sleeping?" zoya asks as Hans opens the door and exits the car.

"So, it's customary." Every time I get in the car, Ale starts to fall asleep.

"No, Mas Hans stinks." Zoya immediately dodged as Hans approached her, she also briefly held back the chest of the field as her husband was about to kiss the top of her head. Several times received rejection from his wife Hans was upset.

"You're tired of me? Is there another man?" The baritone's voice rang out loud to make the woman standing nearby stare with glassy eyes. Zoya crying. He felt Hans was snapping at him.

Without saying any more, Zoya chose to run into the house. His heart felt pinched when he heard Hans raise an octave of his tone.

"Astagfirullah. Closer he said stink, in the words firmly little, crashing. Want to win alone." grumbled Hans Then chose to hold Ale and bring him into the room.

"This child also, the more days instead of getting lighter, even more heavy." still with grumbling annoyed. Zoya's refusal instantly changed her mood. At first he missed his wife. He also did not understand, his feelings were not as usual.

After putting Ale in his room, Hans looked for the whereabouts of his wife. Chamber. The first place that Zoya aims at when snacking.

The big hand opened the door of his room, a sober sobbing was heard under the blanket. Zoya covers her entire body with a thick blanket of baby blue.

"That's lebay. That's just crying kayak in the tabok sekampung." At first Hans who was already upset was even more upset because of the behavior of Zoya who wanted to win by herself. Feeling his wife who started looking because of it, he was also crying.

Men who already feel sultry because of all day activities prefer to go into the bathroom. The man who was already feeling sticky with sweat felt fresh as he flushed his body under the cold shower.

Today has been exhausting. There are two trials he must do. Not to mention, waiting for Mama and Ale at the airport is quite long. Enjoying time for himself this time is much more fun.

For almost half an hour, Hans had just come out of the bathroom. Still wearing a towel wrapped around his waist, the man rubbed his still wet hair. To her surprise, Zoya still sobs under the blanket.

At once she was crying, Hans thought then walked over to the bed. The crying still sounds obvious.

"Zoy." called Hans, trying to open the blanket, but Zoya's little hand was still trying to hold it.

"Zoy...Cry for not long! It will flood." Hans continued to pull the thick blanket until a swollen face appeared.

"Maybe pregnant? But didn't she say a week ago she was still menstruating." Hans was monologuing with his own thoughts.

"Why not hug me? Why just silence? Are you still accusing me of having another man? Or did Mas Hans have another woman?" Zoya scouts Hans with a few questions when she sees her husband just staring at her. To Hans, Zoya looks more beautiful. And Hans thought, why be like his mama. What nature can a person be contagious?

"Yes, baby. Here I hug." By trying to throw away a mind filled with many questions, he slowly hugged his wife who was still as excited after a long cry.

After a few minutes of Hans stretching his arms, he rubbed his wife's still-moist face with tears. That round face looks swollen. But he won't say anything because it'll boomerang if it's mispronounced.

"Have you eaten?" hans' question was answered by Zoya. His wife's face looked as sullen as Ale's when sulking.

"I'm going to change clothes. After that, we will eat together. Oh yeah, Ale wake up, yeah! It's late afternoon." Hans gently rubbed the cheeks that had already flushed Zoya. His thumb finger was still rubbing slowly, hoping to calm the woman in front of him before he looked for a t-shirt to change. Yes, Zoya also did not prepare anything as usual when she took a bath.

"Oh Allah .. it would be crazy for me, if Mama's forces increased by one." Hans muttered in a change of clothes. His patience has just begun.

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A week after their wedding day, Wildan decides to take Nilla home to his newly purchased home in town. Indeed, it is not luxurious but comfortable enough for them to live in. Minimalist house with type 45/70 which is designed quite modern.

Wildan's car stopped at a residential complex not far from their campus. The garage is not so spacious and the yard is just enough to put some flower pots and swing chairs to relax.

"The house is not very big, Nile" Wildan said as he opened the seat belt.

"That's not the case." replied Nilla ketus. Wildan just shrugged his shoulders and curled his lips to smile.

Nilla got out of the car immediately. Then walk towards the door that is still closed. Yes, it is not a matter of home or what makes the attitude of chairman Nilla. The girl simply felt, Wildan had already framed her for taking care of the marriage beyond her knowledge. How could he manage, if the good names of both families were at stake with the 'IYA' answer from him.

"Beautiful brother, we also do not have a household assistant. But, you don't worry, you already understand the husband's duty." Wildan continued his conversation at the door, as Nilla waited for the door to be opened.

"Duck, Bang." said Nilla, she doesn't want to talk about it anymore.

The calm-faced man smiled again. Then open the door of the house with the key that he has prepared. She could understand that Nila was angry in the wrong way to marry her. But, he would not mess with the decision to marry the girl he thought was good. Although Nilla always talked to him but to Wildan, Nilla is still a good woman with all her principles.

"Darling, our room is ahead." Wildan deliberately set his house which actually has three rooms into one room.

"Are we one room? Cook yes, a house this big is only one room?" Nilla still couldn't believe it. She looks more and more fierce when she has to one room with her husband.

"There are actually three, only one for the porous and one for the sports and the guitar place." wildan replied still smiling as he watched the girl enter the room he showed by stomping his feet in annoyance.

Minimalist Wildan and Nilla rooms

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