The Secret of Zoya's Love

Night Club

A half-drunk man stared at his face, which still showed bruises, still watching him in front of the mirror. After a long time, only this time Rey re-enacted the illicit drink. He just got home from the nightclub. There was no other choice but to go there. Usually, when she is agitated Kyara is always a place to share. But, the girl seemed to have deliberately disappeared from her life.

"Ky, where are you?" his gerrick. The girl who was able to calm herself with such simple thoughts was never again able to meet. No, it's not just like that. Kyara is also good at reading situations and positions because she has studied psychology.

The inflamed heart made him not know where to share. He was placed on a king-size bed. His gaze stared at the sky of the room. Zoya, only the smile of the hooded woman is now beautifully painted on her eyes.

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Hans massaged his head that felt dizzy. In fact, his stomach felt nauseous but nothing could be spewed out. He thinks it's all because of the night shower that's got him in the wind.

"Good day." said Ryan as he opened the door to his best friend's room.

"Come on, Ryan." welcome Hans to make the tall, brown-skinned man walk in and sit right in front of him.

"Why does your face look pale?" ryan asked as he began to look at the face of the figure in front of him.

"I think I got in the wind. From this morning the nausea continues." said Hans by leaning his body on the body of his work chair.

"Well, it's a pity that you can't come tonight." Ryan's face was full of disappointment makes Hans could not bear. Anyway, Ryan's his best friend. Next week, he's ending his free time. It would be outrageous if he did not participate in the event. But Zoya, how would she say that to Zoya, if she was going to a nightclub? For naive women, night club may have a meaning that is not good.

"I'll come along. But, I couldn't come until the end because I didn't tell Zoya about this." Hans's sentence made Ryan smile. For him, Hans' presence is quite meaningful because they have been friends for quite a long time.

After submitting some papers and getting affirmation from Hans, Ryan came out of the luxurious room with satisfaction.

Hans decided to go back to the apartment first. If he returns home, he is sure Zoya is not allowed to go, let alone the place he seven is a nightclub.

He drove his car casually, his nausea worse than his headache made the man with a sharp nose want to get to the apartment immediately.

After parking his car in a basemant, his long steps swayed a little run. Cold sweat began to wash over his body.

"Huek.. huek..huek." The first place he went after entering the apartment was the sink. It felt like he wanted to get all of his stomach out but could not.

His breathing gradually hunted down, Hans stared at his face in the mirror. As if asking what happened to him. It was only the first time he felt such a great wind.

"Oh my God, it feels like something. Dizziness, nausea and if it's cold sweat out it feels like the body was weak." murmured when dropping his body on the sofa.

His hand reached into the cell phone in his shirt pocket. Zoya, his wife is making a video call.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mas" Zoya said as she looked at Hans's face on her phone screen.

"Waalaikum salam. What's up, Zoy? " asked Hans still leaning against the body of the sofa, Hans looked at the smile on his wife's face.

"Just "Kangen. Mas Hans, at the apartment, huh? Why not go home?" Hearing the word 'kangen' from Zoya for him, made Hans smile. There was a sense of happiness between her unfriendly body condition.

"I'm home a little late, Zoy. I want to rest here first." replied Hans, there was a hint of guilt that was peeping in the corner of his heart as he lied to his wife.

"If you go home with martabak, yes!" pinta Zoya with shame. He also realized all along that he wanted too much.

"Yes dear." replied Hans.

"Oh yeah... " Zoya's words are now paused.

"Yes, what else, baby?" Hans responded immediately, wanting to know what his wife wanted.

"Hurry home, yeah!" pinta Zoya, embarrassed, suddenly his face looks blushing, making Hans smile slanted when he saw the spoiled face of his wife.

After a few moments of calling, actually just to release his unusual longing, Hans also laid his body on the sofa. He just wanted to take a short break before going to meet Ryan's invitation.

It has been a two-hour break to make the body that is all day limp is quite energetic. Eight o'clock in the evening he started to prepare, to go to the nightclub. He hopes to be home before ten in the evening.

The latest Mercy drove over the asphalt on the road to the club. The atmosphere was a little cloudy, the road was not too dense. The slightly reduced motorcycle user made Hans drive his car casually.

Actually not in a good enough state, but Hans tried to look good just as he entered a room so crowded by the bustle of the human sea. The almost deafening sound of music. And cigarette smoke and the smell of alcohol that is quite stinging, actually makes his stomach feel more nauseous again.

Hans walked over to the designated room. There are already some friends who have come, although he also said to come early.

"Hae... How are you?" greet Varo as they shake hands with each other.

"Add more handsome." praise Albert honestly.

"Look younger, huh? " Tempta Agra by punching Hans' burly arm.

There is also Ryan and two other friends who have enjoyed their drinks.

"Come, drink Hans! " take Arga as she pours a drink from the bottle into her glass.

"Thank you I can't drink that! " reject Hans. besides he knew it was illegal, he also did not want to damage his organs with alcohol. He promises to always be healthy to take care of the people he cares about.

They exchanged stories, between jokes that brought laughter among them. Not left among their jokes, the adam also told about their personal lives and work.

"Hae, let's go down to the dance floor!" zidan shouted towards them. Zidan and Danang had just enjoyed music and danced with the two girls he was with.

"Come on, we're getting off tired! There are a lot of sexy girls down below." persuade Danang once again.

His three friends Varo, Albert and Arga seem to be interested. Not with Hans and Ryan. Hans himself was already feeling uncomfortable due to the condition of his body.

One of the girls approached Hans by putting down his arm and embracing the shoulder of the field. The girl was still trying to persuade Hans to go down to the dance floor.

"Go! Don't bother me or I'll throw you from here on the dance floor." Hans refused to let the girl leave immediately. But, the girl with a tight dress with a top tang model was even spoiled in Hans' body.

"Damn it, lo budek huh?" Hans throws the sexy body on the couch and leaves the table where they told stories. Everyone fell silent, they did not expect Hans' reaction to be so arrogant.

From a distance, someone was watching them. In fact, when the woman seduced Hans, she took some pictures. And the plan is he'll send it to Zoya's phone.

"Hans...!" call Ryan. The man who had the show tried to persuade Hans to stay.

"Sory, Yan's. My head felt dizzy, even from this afternoon my stomach was nauseous. I want to go home soon." Hans replied honestly. Ryan could understand because since noon Hans did look pale.

"OKs. Thanks for coming." Hans then left the place wanting to make his head feel broken.

Ten o'clock in the night, Hans just got home. The house looks empty. Everyone must have slept. He also believes that Zoya must have slept. Since becoming pregnant, Zoya is the most sleepy.

"Mas Hans.." call Zoya to stop Hans from climbing the stairs. Hans looked over and approached his wife in the kitchen.

"Why the smell of cigarettes.he said he wanted to stop smoking, let's not get old quickly." said Zoya when sniffing the dominant aroma of her husband's clothes.

"Meet a friend earlier. Zoy, ask Bi Muna to make me some warm tea" Hans said, making Zoya smile.

"I'll make it for Mas Hans" Zoya replied, then started walking into the pantry. Hans sat at the dinner table waiting for his wife.

"Where's the hammer?" zoya asks for her order while putting the warm tea she just made.

Hearing his wife's question, he could only gulp his saliva roughly. His throat felt dry for a moment.

Seriate.....