The Secret of Zoya's Love

Preconceived Thoughts

The sound of the ballpoint pen taps filled the silence of his study. Hans leaned back in the chair behind his oversized table. His hand just kept knocking the ballpoint pen on the table with an erratic mind. Zoya, the girl is able to seize her mind. And worse, he himself never understood clearly, why and what he was thinking about for the girl who currently holds the status of his wife.

"Ehm ehm." Ryan's voice resuscitated Hans from daydreaming. He entered Hans's room with two cups of coffee, which he had just ordered from OB.

"Come, make coffee! Instead of kayaking a young boy who is again kasmaran. "live Ryan by thrusting a warm cofelate towards Hans.

"Who is also the kasmaran, in a few moments I trial !" elak Hans to cover up his turmoil.

Hans sipped the contents of the cup, while Ryan still looked at him with a cynical smile. For years the tall man was friends with Hans of course he already memorized how Hans, elukan Hans not easy to make him believe just like that.

"What about your wedding? " look at Ryan.

"Good! "

"Hahaha. " Ryan made it clear again with the question he just asked.

"Good."

"Yes yes, if Zoya is taken by a new person her name is not good, right? "

"Damn lo...! " said Hans then throws a bolpain at Ryan. Ryan's sentence only clouded Hans' mind at this moment.

"Not to be a stove! " hans continued by turning his gaze away from Ryan.

"Don't you, Hans? Lo, you like Zoya, right? " press Ryan who has kissed suspicious.

"No, I'm just looking at her face. First, he was also a victim of our parents just like me and our two husband and wife even though there was no feeling of love still our status was interrelated. " clearly Hans is trying to digest the position of himself and Zoya in their marriage.

"OK.. but Zoya is beautiful, lo! " tease Ryan made Hans throw a bitchy look at his best friend.

Hans spends his lunch time chatting with Ryan. After that, he must meet the client before the court hearing begins.

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Zoya tried to open her eyes to hold back the sleepiness as Ale asked to be accompanied to sleep. The boy felt tired from spending a lot of time playing and not taking a nap.

With her eyes slightly opened, Zoya stared at the clock hanging on the floral wall in Ale's room. His mind, waiting for Hans to come home, but drowsiness lingered to make him fall asleep again by hugging his beloved daughter.

Not long after Hans dropped out of the marcy E class, the long stride of the athletic tall man entered the house that looked lonely.

Dusk has just changed in the evening, unlike usual the house looks deserted. Coletahan and his daughter's screams were not heard at all. The thin-lipped man also stepped in search of a life that usually awaits his arrival from the office.

Ale's room was Hans' first destination, before stopping off somewhere else. On the ground he opened the door so that his creak would not be heard.

The sight that made her smile, Zoya curled up by hugging Ale who was already asleep. It can be seen by Hans how sorry Zoya is to Ale, so Zoya's body language towards her daughter can't lie to Hans's eyes.

Approaching her two women who are currently closing their eyes. For a moment he stood by the bed enjoying a scene that never got tired of being stared at.

"Ren, relax over there. That girl gave a lot of love to our daughter! " murm Hans in the heart.

Hans took a blanket and would cover the bodies of the two women who were part of his life.

"Yes...! " Zoya's voice stops Hans from turning.

"You rest when you're tired" said Hans, but Zoya lowered her legs. Her hand grabbed the veil that was next to her.

"Slowly slow...! " bluff Hans was still holding Zoya's small arm.

"If you are still tired, just get back to rest" said Hans unconsciously still holding Zoya's body.

"I've been sleeping since, Mom! Come on. I'll get Hans's clothes ready if I take a shower. "

Zoya stepped first, feeling the heartbeat when close to the man with a sharp nose is difficult to control. While Hans tailed behind with a sharp look at his wife's small body. Of course too small because Zoya is only 153cm tall, while Hans with a height of 187cm compared to the obvious.

"Zoy,...! " Call Hans when they're in the room. Zoya stops her steps, while Hans is still advancing her legs until they are equally at a very close distance.

For a moment he fell silent, arranging what to ask or not. "Can I make fried rice?" That's not exactly the question Hans wanted to ask Zoya. His final consideration, it would be very strange if he asked who the man who came yesterday was. Hans's thoughts, which seemed to be at a crossroads, made it difficult for Hans to understand what should and should not be.

"Alright, I'll prepare Mas Hans's clothes first! "

"Zoy...! " Hans stops Zoya's steps by blocking her hand, making Zoya look questionably at Hans.

"No. Make me fried rice. I'm gonna take a shower now. " Hans passed by from before Zoya, the man sauntered into the bathroom. While Zoya just sculpt, then stared at the wedding photos Hans and Renita.

"Are you Hans going to let me go? " Zoya is monologuing when Hans' attitude looks strange. Since last night Hans didn't say hello to him. Even before leaving for work he did not eat breakfast, as if avoiding it.

"Why does my heart feel weird at the thought of parting? Though previously I also knew if Mas Hans could release me at any time because he never loved me even he also felt forced by this marriage. " It doesn't feel like Zoya is sitting on the edge of the bed. How long has he been stuck there.

"Zoy...! " Hans voice broke his daydream. Zoya who had only looked pensive had now become misbehaved when Hans approached her with a towel wrapped around her waist. The waves of his body wave look shiny while still looking moist.

"Sorry, Mom. I'll get Mas Hans's shirt, first! " heard what Zoya said, Hans just frowned. Seems to be in disbelief if Zoya was just sitting quietly on the bedside.

"This, Mas! I'll go to the kitchen first. " Zoya handed Hans his shirt before leaving the room.

Zoya does cook fried rice according to Hans' request, because Hans knows it is more suitable than Bi Muna so all the food affairs Zoya takes over.

Looks Hans already look fresh with his home shirt and shorts. His steps now approached the dining table, preparing for dinner. Actually he did not like fried rice too much, but already that said, Hans is now preparing to eat it.

Zoya brings a plate of fried rice with a flat egg and a glass of orange juice.

"You eat, Zoya! " the orders of Hans.

"Later. "

Hearing Zoya's reply made Hans put down the spoon he had just taken.

"You're not my maid, Zoy. You're my wife! " Hans' words are like orders to make Zoya obey what her husband says.

Dinner was quiet, Zoya glanced at Hans. Something she wanted to ask her husband.

"Mas, "call Zoya after Hans sips her juice.

"What's wrong? " asked Hans impatiently waiting for the continuation of Zoya's sentence.

"May I participate in religious studies at Nilla's cottage? "

"At least once a week, Mom! " he continued. Hans was now looking at him with his two eyebrows together. He was thinking of an answer for Zoya, because there was something he was not happy about if the study was related to the man who gave his wife a book.

Seriate....