The Secret of Zoya's Love

Gado VS Meatballs

Zoya was still agitated in her sleep, her stomach was already hungry. Then, he glanced at the clock that showed ten o'clock at night.

"Eight o'clock, I had dinner, why is this hour hungry again?" For a moment she circulated her gaze in the room, but neither did her husband find her. He was sure that Mas Hans was still in his study. Without thinking any more, Zoya flips the blanket and searches for her instant hijab. He intended to go downstairs looking for something he wanted to eat.

Suddenly, he wanted to eat something. Meatballs. It was like he wanted that food at this moment. For a moment he was stunned again. Hodgepodge. Yes, Zoya imagines eating hodgepodge and meatballs at once must be very delicious. His saliva dripped when he imagined the two foods collaborating with each other.

Mr. Dino who is allowed to return home for one week makes Zoya have to find Hans to his study. His steps back and forth between wanting to knock the whitewashed door or not.

"Simple... " The door opened, Hans stood very handsomely and looked at him full of wonder.

"What's up, Zoy?" hans asked by closing the door to his study.

"I'm hungry." Hearing that sentence, Hans stopped his steps. Zoya looks at him, with a pleading gaze and bites her lower lip. He had already held back from saying his wish, but failed.

"Certainly? In the kitchen there is usually food." Hans continued. He felt that all food affairs were entirely the power of the wife.

"I want to eat meatballs and hodgepodge." pinta Zoya in a soft voice because she saw the face of her husband who already displayed a flat look. Hans stopped his steps, he stared intently at his wife who was already looking down. With a heavy sigh, he grasped both small shoulders before him.

"Look at ten o'clock at night, where there is meatballs let alone gado gado. Don't overdo it if you want to prank me. It could lose the patience to control my emotions." said Hans, then leave Zoya who is still sculpting. Disillusioned. Getting that answer his heart felt very disappointed.

With a shunt step, he chose to sit in the TV room connected to the balcony. Left the glass door open until the night breeze began to slip inside.

For a moment she tried to hold back her cries, but not even she could hold back her tears that melted from both corners of her eyes. Not to mention he still felt hungry, making his sense of disappointment even more so.

"I'm just asking for food, not expensive stuff. Why not give it?" zoya grumbled as she sat on the sofa alone. His hand continued to wipe the water melts that continued to flow on both cheeks.

It had been twenty minutes, but Hans did not find his wife coming into the room. Curiosity makes him want to look back at the tiny figure who lately behaved strangely.

Hans fancies for Zoya's whereabouts, but as far as her visibility goes, Hans sees the figure sitting on the sofa constantly wiping away her tears.

"Oh Allah, he did not pretend to want it." murmured Hans then walked over to his wife.

"Zoy." Hans framed from behind Zoya's face with both palms, then looked up until he could see Zoya's eyes that had been crying.

"Are you really hungry?" hans asked back to convince his wife. He could still see a tinge of disappointment on the face of the ayu. Unbearable, Hans finally gave up and decided to obey his wife's wishes. Zoya is not the type of person who wants a lot or demands a lot.

"I'll try to find that for you." Welcome Hans, along with the decision of her husband Zoya smiled.

"I'm coming along, Mas." asked Zoya by tailing behind a tall body intent on retrieving the car keys.

"Outside the drizzle, Zoy." Hans refused, He just didn't want his wife exposed to the cold and damp.

"I want to come along, Mas." He half begged.

"All right!" with a heavy weight Hans finally allowed Zoya. They left Ale to Bi Muna.

Almost eleven o'clock at night, Hans and Zoya comb the city streets to find meatballs, especially hodgepodge.

"What, if you buy instant meatballs? Later the hodgepodge asked to make Bi Muna." Hans bargained after half an hour did not find a stall that was still open.

"It feels different, if instant. I don't taste." Hearing Zoya Hans reply could only take a heavy breath. One hand scooped his face trying to calm his emotions that wanted to explode.

"If you're pregnant, I'm happy. If it's like this, I feel like you're fighting me, Zoy." When she heard her husband's words, Zoya could only look at the face of the person next to her. The words spoken by her husband are like blaming him.

"If not sincere, yes, we've just gone home." that soft voice made Hans understand if his wife was sulking. The man who was currently driving his car slowly did not answer anymore. He just kept watching the left right of the road they were going through. I don't know how many hours they combed the city until now the luxury Sedan car passed the road on the edge of the city.

Near the terminal, Hans saw a meatball stall that was still open. Supposedly from the start, he calculated the main terminal to look for meatballs.

"Sir, pack one!" hans said, then turned his head out when a shadow of Zoya caught up with him.

"Zoy, look wet, your clothes!" Hans started rubbing Zoya's small shoulder which was hit by drizzle.

"Mas, what's the package?" ask Zoya.

"One."

"Sir, the meat's three packs but no noodles." Zoya immediately asked the meatballer to add her husband's order. Hans who saw his wife was just silent by staring at Zoya full of investigation. The disbelief made Hans just stifled.

"Sir, if you sell hodgepodge where, huh?" ask Zoya.

"If it's this hour I don't know. Just near the market there is my brother who wants to make a hodgepodge, if the mbaknya cravings." Hearing the meatball's answer blinds Hans and Zoya to look at each other. Astonished because it considers as if the meatballs had memorized people cravings.

While wrapping the meatball, the seller also showed the direction and characteristics of his brother's house selling hodgepodge to be asked for help. Hans who had been annoyed just paid for the meatballs and then returned to the car, then they looked for hodgepodge.

The drizzle still flushed along the way. Hans deflected his car in the yard of a house near the market according to the characteristics mentioned by the meatball seller.

"Tok... Assalamulaic." Hans knocked on the door of the house that looked dark and quiet. Fortunately, he did not have to wait long because the homeowner had already opened the door.

"I want to buy a hodgepodge." Hans said.

"How many packs?" asked the middle-aged woman smilingly looking at Zoya who was standing behind Hans. The woman thought that the buyer was ngidam.

"Two, ma'am." answered Zoya then advanced her standing. He's clutching Hans's waist.

Still by sniffing the scent of meatballs that teased him was incredible. The veiled woman rested her body on her husband's burly arm while waiting for the order to be completed.

After following his wife, Hans chose silence. Actually he's upset. Although Zoya never asked for many things, but this time it is very excessive, including three meatball packs and two packs of gado gado.

The black-coloured Mercy glided so subtly entering the luxurious mansion that stood gallantly. Hans stopped his car at the side door, he didn't put it in the garage because it was so late and he was getting sleepy.

"Thank you, Mas." said Zoya with a sinless smile, but she knew Hans' upset face was clearly drawn.

With a flat face, Hans just looked at Zoya who entered the house with two plastic bags. The face of the ayu looked overjoyed with very excited steps.

Zoya goes straight to the dining table, where she puts food that has become their prey. Step nimbly take the plate and spoon in the pantry.

Hans who originally intended to go to sleep immediately became curious about the food that made him very troublesome. He chooses to approach Zoya at the dinner table.

"Mas Hans, will you?" zoya asked as she poured her meatballs into the bowl.

"No. Just want to see you eat. Watch out if it's not spent." threatens Hans with a flat face but Zoya replies with a grimacing smile.

Hans knitted his eyebrows together as Zoya mixed a pack of meatballs with a pack of hodgepodge. He also had time to gulp his saliva violently, feeling Zoya's behavior was not natural anymore. Deviant behavior? Or Jin's sash? His brain is still asking questions while his eyes are still watching his wife enjoy the fusion of food according to his own version.

"Oh God, Zoy. What's going on?" the weakness in the heart. He could hardly believe it when he saw how greedy Zoya was to enjoy everything.

Two packs of meatballs and a pack of gado gado had been spent. In fact, still aspire to continue later for food that is still wrapped.

"I still want it. But baby, I'm full." Zoya muttered with her back on the head of the chair. He did not realize Hans had already noticed it was filled with a sense of wonder.

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