The Secret of Zoya's Love

Disappointed End of Khilaf

"Mas, where's the hammer?" zoya asks for her order while putting the warm tea she just finished making.

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

"Where is Mas, the hammer?" reiterate Zoya once again. The smile of the sumringah did not fade from the tiny lips of the woman who had waited expectantly.

"Emmm....Sorry-I forgot, sweetie." Hearing Hans's confession made a smile on the woman standing near him immediately receded. Disappointed Zoya also greeted, when she was hoping to eat martabak when her husband came home.

Without saying anything Zoya stepped away leaving Hans, "Definitely cranky." muttered Hans by staring at his wife's back. In a hurry, Hans sipped the warm tea he had wanted in order to quickly persuade the enraged Zoya.

When he entered the room, the corner of his eyes condensed. Zoya searches for the wallet where she forgot to put it. He intended to go find his own martabak. A feeling that was so overwhelming, he realized that. But, he himself did not understand, just did not bring the food that he had ordered his heart to feel tremendous disappointment.

His gaze circulated, sweeping every corner of his room space. Until finally, the brown eye bead was fixed on two objects that he always carried when out of the house. Cell phone and wallet. Still disappointed and gloomy, Zoya picks up her wallet and cell phone. Some of the incoming messages as he turned on the flat object screen were visible. Without a doubt he opened it straight away, as he himself had since this afternoon arranged an appointment to meet with Nilla.

"Astagfirulah... " Zoya's eyes widened instantly, his heart felt squeezed. Grumpily. Inside there it feels so painful. In fact, the tiny hand instantly smothered his own mouth, trying to silence his voice that would scream loudly.

Zoya only cries when she sees a photo of Hans with a woman who hugs the shoulder of her field. Therefore, Zoya could no longer hold back her cries.

His legs felt unable to support his body which immediately felt weak. In fact, his breathing began to sting because of his sobs. Laying on, she sat her body on the dresser chair.

"Oh my God, have thee, O Lord!" lirih Zoya by hitting her chest repeatedly, hoping to eliminate the tightness there. In fact, the roar of his voice was increasingly heard echoing throughout the soundproof room space.

"Zoy, what's wrong with you?" Hans was stunned when he saw Zoya crying with her face covered. The woman who could no longer hear the voices of others continued to cry.

"Zoy...!" With great astonishment, Hans embraced his wife who was still sitting limp. Instantly, Zoya pushes Hans' body away.

"Don't touch me!" The first time Zoya screamed in front of her husband. Those round eyes stared furiously at Hans.

"Yes, why? If it's a martabak problem, I can find it right now" Hans persuaded him to try to get close to his wife. He did not expect, martabak problem can make Zoya this angry. In fact, the woman who had never said rudely had already snapped at him.

"I don't want that anymore, from now on I won't ask you anything, Mas" Zoya said loudly. Without saying anything, Zoya then stepped towards this walk closet, without saying anything, it made Hans tail behind Zoya's body.

"Zoy, what's wrong?" hans asked, she was still getting more and more confused as Zoya opened the bag and put in some of her clothes.

"Zoy!" Jerk Hans. The baritone's voice rang out to make the pregnant woman tiptoe in shock. That flat face looked flushed withstanding emotions.

"I'm going!" zoya replied with her clothes. Anger shakes his fear. No longer waiting for long, Hans immediately held back the tiny hand to stop putting the clothes into the bag.

"What problem?" the sharp gaze was full of probing, Hans could not understand the situation.

"Why, when I was pregnant did Mas Hans always hurt me? Ji-if-a-I really mean nothing to Mas Hans. Just let me go!" Still with a gasp of breath, Zoya vented her anger. She was also already as excited as her crying could not stop.

His hand continued to wriggle, until the big finger took it off. When he saw that the skin of the white wrist had turned red, his emotions began to recede.

"I'm going to find martabak right now" Hans said.

"No, I don't want it!" Zoya's voice gradually calmed down but sounded sharp in the ears of the man who had not been able to digest the situation. The bag of clothes was ready to be carried.

"Let me go, Mom! Mas Hans can have fun at nightclubs with any woman Mas Hans wants." Zoya's words stunned Hans. The man immediately nodded. She doesn't expect Zoya to find out if she's coming home from a nightclub. Guilt begins to whack, not because of Zoya's words but his own dishonest feelings with his wife.

"Open, Mom! Hans no longer has a burden if I'm not here." Zoya's eyes don't stop shedding tears.

"Zoy, that's not what I meant. I went to the club just because of Ryan's invitation and a friend's friend." Hans said.

"Mas Hans is in charge of all, so there's no need to talk to me about anything. I have no meaning in this household." Hans was a little overwhelmed as the woman who was usually just speechless and crying at this moment interrupted him continuously. Zoya's crying didn't stop either.

"Zoy!" Hardik Hans, when he saw Zoya who seemed out of control.

"Yes keep snapping! If you need to hit me." Zoya tries to take Hans hand towards her face. But, Hans still held him off a little on his wife's skin.

The arm also began to hug the tiny body that had gone out of control. Hans knows that Zoya is no longer able to control her emotions, it could be the effect of her pregnancy. The Zoya he knew, if angry will only be silent, even for a moment he can forgive.

Zoya struggled to escape from the arms of the burly arms that hugged and darted from behind, "Zoy, listen to my reason for doing it!" hans Pinta. But Zoya's hands get hysterical as Hans hugs her even tighter.

"Who else is better at making excuses If not Mas Hans." Zoya choked with a claw on the muscular arm that was not also shaking it.

"I came only because of Ryan's invitation. Soon he will end his life. He's my best friend since childhood, Zoya." Han tried to explain calmly. If he warms up, everything will grow.

"Sexy woman hugging you, Mas!" Zoya still corners Hans. When she heard the woman hugging her Hans frowning, she just realized something was being blown up in her household.

"Why silence?" When not getting an explanation from Hans, Zoya's emotions again peak. He returned struggling with all his might. Zoya turned her face slightly and bit Hans's arm, which was still cradling across her, hugging her body.

"Adrrghh... " Hans growling. His face grimaced with the pain. But, still he did not release the body of the woman who was currently carrying her child.

"Whatever happens I won't let you go, Zoy. From the beginning, now even later I won't let you go." said Hans still by hugging his wife's body even when the man landed a kiss on his wife's head making Zoya even more innocent. His heart was mixed.

"Listen to my explanation, Zoy... " The sentence hangs as Zoya's body decays in her arms. Hans looked anxious as he propped up his wife's already damp body due to sweat and tears.

"Zoy... Zoya!" get Hans to try and resuscitate Zoya. The first thing she did was to open the veil that framed Zoya's pale face. In a panic he looked for eucalyptus oil.

"Zoya.open your eyes, Zoy!" Hans smears eucalyptus oil on Zoya's nose. His hands also did not stop rubbing his wife's cold hands. Sweat began to wet the body of the man who was attacked by panic.

"Honey.." called Hans when he saw Zoya blink her eyes. That's still crying, too.

"Zoy, I swear by God I don't know that woman. Hear me! Magrib I'm still in the apartment. That's me sleeping till eight, I'm feeling unwell, Zoy. After that I did go to the nightclub." explains Hans still with his wife's hand.

"That woman, I swear I don't know. Even I don't care. If I'm going to be naughty out there. I'll rent a private room." continued Hans, the man's argument dampened the gaze of Zoya who had earlier intimidated him.

"Trust me, Zoy. Like I always believed in you. I'm sure there's someone trying to make our relationship crack!" Hearing Hans's words made Zoya's heart weaken. She should know her husband better. His eyes were glassy but with guilty eyes.

"Astagfirullah, O Allah. I have let the air**** burn me in anger." murmured Zoya regretfully, her tears are now shedding incessantly because they feel so bad. She had already yelled at her husband, even physically hurting him.

"Oh Allah forgive me. I'm sorry, Mas." His cry again exploded by hugging that muscular arm. Sinning made her unable to say a word except to cry.

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