The Secret of Zoya's Love

Presence of Rey

"Oh Allah forgive me. I'm sorry, Mas." Her cry again exploded by hugging the muscular arms that were coiled around her waist. Sin makes Zoya say nothing but cry.

Hans then breaks down his tired body next to Zoya. His hand gently stroked his wife's long hair. A touch that is quite soothing for the woman who is crying.

"I know, it's not easy for you to believe everything I say. But tonight you need to rest! Think about our two potential children, Zoy!" talk to Hans, as much as he can calm Zoya down.

Likewise Zoya, when she heard that there were two souls now living in her body, she began to relieve her ego. His emotions and fatigue will greatly affect his prospective children.

The subtle rubbing in her hair and the emotion that had drained her energy, lingering made Zoya fall asleep. Very carefully, Hans pulled out his arm which was used as Zoya's head pad. He picks up his wife's phone and puts it back down after seeing the contents of the message on Zoya's phone. He can understand when he sees some pictures of himself at the club.

Not forgetting, he also paid attention to his two injured arms. Maddened. She did not expect, Zoya could go on a rampage like that. The scars and bites of his wife still leave a pain there.

At this time, Hans was alternating observing a calm face with an already swollen eye patch. His love and compassion were even more fertile in his heart. He felt a little quarrel and a little jealousy made him love more and more women who had a fairly clear age gap with him.

Hans Pov

This is all a misunderstanding, Zoy. If I were you I might not lose my temper either. I was also wrong for not being able to be honest with you. In fact, I forgot about your wish that only asked for a small thing.

But, this is the first time I've seen you hysterical and so emotional. It was as if I saw the image of my emotions on you. Is it possible that the term orok is true? I want to smile to myself.

It might sound silly if I'm a little happy. You're jealous, Zoy. That means you love me so much. Even if there are people who intend to destroy our household, it will only be a dream.

Zoya Kamila, with you I know a different kind of love, anger, jealousy, fear of loss, a sense of care and caring.

But, who's the guy who took my picture at the club? And why choose to send on your phone? Is that Rey? But I didn't see him there.

Hans again tilted his body to face his wife's calm face, removed the child's hair that fell between the face of ayu that looks fat. The thin smile was painted on the face of the man who was currently still imagining how angry Zoya was.

He can understand how old Zoya is still a teenager. At the age of twenty-one years, he has borne a lot of problems in the household. Once again, she smiled back at Zoya's face. Soon, he fell asleep again beside her.

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"Jeek... Yuck... Yuck.... " The nausea seemed to want to drain all the contents of Hans' stomach that was still empty. After the Fajr Salat, ten minutes of Hans still bending over in front of the sink. His stomach felt stirred, even cold sweat continued to pour out endlessly.

"Mas Hans..." Zoya is shocked when she hears Hans's voice vomiting. Blanketed with a face of wonder and panic

Anxiously Zoya approached her husband. Her tiny hands began to massage Hans' nape. Not felt, but the touch and anxiety of his wife always gives comfort to the tall man who is still bent.

Overuse

Yes, it is indeed very excessive for his age who has stepped thirty-two years.

"Zoy...!" Call Hans with a breath of breath. Both hands stacked on the white ceramic sink, still with the body still bent Hans stared at Zoya's face still looking anxious.

"You Fajr Salad, gih! I prayed first, can't wake you up, Zoy."

"If you go down please have Bi Muna make me some sweet tea." Hans said, leaning his back against the body of the sofa. His stomach did not stop nausea even though he was currently still able to hold it .

Zoya went down. Although his heart wanted to hurry, but the experience of falling down the stairs made him very careful. They had indeed planned to move rooms, but Bi Muna had not finished preparing their rooms below.

"Bi, please make some sweet tea, yeah. I'm going to Fajr Salat." said Zoya when she saw the middle-aged woman would start her activities in the kitchen. Zoya, it's in a hurry because it's five in the morning. The dawn is almost over.

Inside the room, Hans pinched his dizzy head. How many times had he approached the sink just to spit out something that was not there.

"Oh Allah, this is how it feels." he lamented when he chose to sit back on the sofa. All his life, he had just felt something unusually uncomfortable. The pain, not. But the nausea, the dizzy head that came arriving arrived and disappeared itself only then he felt at this time.

"Mas Hans." Call Zoya when opening the door with a sweet tea that is still warm. The smell of tea on the nose of the man who is currently staring at his wife also makes it feel fresh.

"Drink first! It's still warm, Mom. Hans, why?" Zoya handed over a cup of tea which her husband then wiped away .

At the sight of his wife's tense face, Hans smiled faintly, then clasped the tiny body in his arms.

"I'm sorry, it must be because of me. Oh God, forgive me, Mom!" said Zoya, he increasingly tightened his embrace in the chest of Hans field.

"Zoy, why are you crying?" Hans asked as he felt his chest wet. Hans stretches Zoya's arms because he wants to see both eyes that are filled with water.

"I'm sorry. I have dared to raise my voice in front of Mas Hans" he said with increasingly heavy tears.

"And this, because I'm a mas. Forgive me for being so outrageous." she continued, grabbing her husband's arm, which had multiple wounds. Then, his face looked up, staring at the thin smile that was at the corner of the lips of the man in front of him.

"Darling, I was wrong too. Not being frank with you. But, believe me I don't know the woman in the photo."

"I swear, Zoy." Hans just kept convincing Zoya.

"Yes, Mas. Like Mas Hans believed me. But, I don't want Mas Hans to go to such a place anymore. I'm pregnant mas, we should be able to improve and collect a lot of goodness so that later they become good children." said Zoya by stroking her flat stomach.

"Cups... " Hans framed Zoya's face with both palms and then landed a short kiss on Zoya's ranum lips.

"I've missed him, baby." whispered Hans as his kiss moved into Zoya's jaw.

"Mas Hans, I'm ten o'clock there's a briefing for the freshman orientation." Zoya held onto Hans's chest as the man eroded the distance between the two.

"There's still three hours, enough to make love to the lightning version." - crazily Hans, every look at Zoya that increasingly looks contained, as if igniting the desire of a man who greatly admires everything his wife has. Zoya followed what her husband wanted. He had also missed the gentle touch of a finger that was so expert in making him float.

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"Don't rush! No one will dare to scold you." Hans said with a panicked hold on Zoya's arm. Because of the morning game that lulls them in favor, this time the bed affair makes Zoya have to mess up her schedule.

"Yes, Mum." Zoya kisses Hans's back. While Hans himself held Zoya for a moment to land a kiss on the lips that had become opium for him.

"Mas Hans, someone will see!" moaning Zoya made Hans chuckle, because the glass of the car is already full of window film so as not to see through. But, if you look at anyone for a man who every day feels that kasmaran is not a problem.

Ever since Zoya was pregnant, there were feelings that were hard to describe. Such great affection, even a day of not meeting could be so he misses Zoya a lot.

"Later, when I'm done, I'll pick you up. I'm in the office for just a minute" Hans said before Mercy rolled into his workplace. This weekend, she wants to invite Zoya to pick up Ale and bring Mama Shanti to live temporarily in her house.

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Zoya walks through the campus corridor. Many students have since disbanded. Zoya looks panicked and confused, she rushes to get there before the place is empty.

"Assalamualaikum, is it over, Ma'am?" zoya asks a girl who is walking from where the freshmen are gathered.

"Greetings walaikium. Yes, it's done. The new student, too, huh?" asked the white-hooded girl with a smile on her lips.

"Yes, Mother. I'm late." Zoya displayed a regretful face, making the girl take out a note paper.

"Mending on photo only requirements and what will be brought for tomorrow Monday." the girl's suggestion made Zoya a little relieved. Zoya smiles to welcome the kindness of the girl who says her name is "Aini". They get to know and exchange mobile numbers.

But just for a moment they get acquainted, the girl is saying goodbye because there is still business. The campus began to be quiet again, new students were already home. However, the schedule of the lecture is not yet active.

Zoya chose to sit in a long chair in front of one of the buildings. He took a deep breath as he felt a little tired.

"Assalamu'alaikum angel of heaven!" The heavy voice shocked Zoya. At once Zoya shifts her seat as Rey puts her weight on the same chair. The man also offered a white rose, but Zoya ignored it.

Seriate....

Could Rey's arrival force Zoya to leave? Looking forward to the next episode of gaes. heheheh

Hehehe late up ya gaes. othor again hehehe love pot hopefully can start diligently again ya upnya.

Happy reading gaes... Healthy always.