The Secret of Zoya's Love

Patience (Extra Part)

Wildan Pov

I opened the door very slowly. The first sight I saw was her, Nilla who was just sitting staring out the window. There was nothing in the narrow courtyard of our house, just a few moon orchids and underneath it a small fish pond that was gurgling with adem sound.

My heart that was once emotional, began to melt when I found my wife who was just silent silent. I could see him holding back the tears. At that moment, I felt guilty again. I felt too evil for forcing her to marry me. With the reason, all the villagers already know the news of me and he will get married, that's what makes Nilla can not refuse anymore. He thought about the good names of his family and my family, and I did take that into account before.

Nilla, not a bad girl. I know him very well. But he is very stubborn. I'm sure he has a taste for me, too. At first our relationship was good. But somehow his attitude changed drastically for me. Where my fault lies, he just silences me even more confused.

Ever since we got married, she seemed to be taking some distance from me. Even though we were one room but looking at me, Nilla looked reluctant. We, enter the room as scheduled alternately, except when we are asleep. I had never touched her at all, even she still wore her hijab while sleeping.

Wildan tried to approach Nilla who was still unmoved. The man chose to sit near his wife who kept staring at the window.

"I'm sorry, if I had to force you. But I don't want our marriage to have a story like this." Nilla was still listening to him. He just kept looking ahead with his hands clasped together on his lap.

"This marriage should be a field to seek reward not to be hostile." Wildan continued. He was eager to pack his disappointment in patience, for he was a priest in his family. His good family is now in his hands.

"What should I say?" mummified Nilla in the heart. He himself became a gamang with his heart. No way, she says if she is jealous of Zoya, her own best friend. More precisely he was jealous of Wildan's past love which still ignited jealousy in his heart.

Nilla let out a long sigh, outside the rain sounded very heavy making Wildan grabbed the AC remote to raise the temperature, the weather was still hot.

"I'll take a shower first! If you want to eat, in the refrigerator there are mangut catfish, just keep warming." By stroking Nila's head, Wildan went to the bathroom. It's not that not being able to cook Nilla is deliberately not willing to do anything so that Wildan knows if this marriage is not true.

Nilla closed her eyes until a few drops of water dripped from both corners of her eyes. In fact, there was a sense of guilt when letting Wildan do it all. What kind of wife am I? The question of his identity is constantly wandering in his head.

"But I'm not an escape from her broken heart. He still holds a taste for Zoya." One side of his mind did not want to lose to parse a thought and prejudice that justifies his actions so far.

The girl who wore a longdress of pastel colors in the heart-red triangle hijab went to the kitchen. The air that initially felt sultry was slowly changing cold. The rain was starting to mix with the wind. Nilla is making hot tea.

"Make it up, huh?" His little heart wants to make Wildan. But one side of his heart refused. For a moment he was pensive, until finally the water he boiled was boiling, making him re-conscious.

Nilla began to turn off the stove, then intended to pour boiling water into the two glasses she had prepared.

"Twoaarrr.....! "

"Payarrrf... "

"Aarrggh... " The sound of lightning and the falling shards of glasses sounded along with Nila's loud cry.

Wildan who had just come out of the bathroom and was still wearing a towel around his waist was shocked, hearing Nilla's scream. Rushing he ran looking for the origin of the sound that made him panic.

"Nil.." cried Wildan when he saw Nilla's hand resting on the ceramic kitchen table. The girl had already let out tears withstanding the pain and soreness in her feet that had already been flushed red.

His feet fell out of a glass filled with hot water. His hand not with her nudged him when shocked due to the thunderous sound of lightning.

"Be careful Nile." Wildan warns Nilla because glass shards are scattered everywhere. But, the girl still groaned withstanding the pain in her legs.

Carefully, Wildan approached Nilla by sweeping some of the sand glass into small pieces.

"Come, I'll help!" Wildan grabbed Nilla's little body and carried her to the bathroom first to wash her feet from the hot tea spill.

"Hold, yeah!" lirih Wildan's. The man who still knew the towel put his wife in the closet. On the ground he doused Nilla's feet with cold water. The white skin instantly became flushed.

"Get out first! I want to change." said Nilla when she received a line of clothes that Wildan had just taken for her.

"Why? You're my wife. We're halal, right?" wildan said with a smile on his lips. He felt funny when he saw Nilla's annoyed face telling him to come out.

"You made me do it, didn't you?" nilla replied with a look of annoyance.

"Bang Wildan, beautiful brother." that gentle tone made Nilla no longer flinch. Wildan who was like never angrily responded to his rebelling.

"Speed, out!" nilla's high voice made Wildan smile again. But he's just turning around." If you have, just say so! " wildan said, still with a smiling face. Just this time he felt his wife hug him and hold his field shoulder very tightly even though it was due to the pain in his leg.

"Already." said Nilla, making Wildan turn his body, he was shocked even though he was immediately muted by the shock when he saw Nilla take off her hijab. This was the first time he had seen his wife's beautiful shiny black hair.

"You want help, don't you?" Nilla's voice awakened Wildan from awe at the creation of God which is now his.

"Yes, pretty." Wildan immediately carried Nilla out of the bathroom. When his facial skin came into contact with Wildan's bare chest, Nila's heart beat uncontrollably. In fact, the whirring of the strange taste did not escape spread in the body of the man who put his wife's body on the bed.

"Shorten with clothes!" Ketus Nilla makes Wildan who will intend to change clothes also undo his intentions. He went back to his wife.

"Why, Nile? "

"You're electrocuted, see this?" Wildan did not bear the responsibility of teasing Nilla. He pulled the tiny hand to touch the torn bread on his stomach which was still faintly visible.

"What the fuck, this. I'm not interested." Nilla quickly pulled her hand. His red face could not lie anymore, making Wildan smile at his wife's behavior.

"I will treat your feet, after changing clothes, don't go anywhere! " said Wildan, Nilla who is difficult to control must always make it to give a warning.

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Hans pulls up the book Zoya is reading. Since then he felt his wife had not noticed his presence at all.

"Mas Hans, I have a quiz tomorrow." Zoya complains, she can only read the quiz material for tomorrow after accompanying Ale to study and deliver her daughter before going to bed with a fairy tale.

"Since college you haven't been paying attention to me." Hans completely got rid of his wife's book by throwing it on the table in the corner of the room. Hans' actions upset Zoya. A sharp look was cast towards her husband who now chose to sit nearby.

"No flirting with the Boss, don't pay for college, lo!" threaten Hans by bringing his face closer towards Zoya. Their faces are only a short distance away.

"Kan, my savings are still a lot, can even pay until graduation!" answered Zoya who is the biggest financial holder in the family.

"Darling, I do, too, want to be wooed!" Already having no articles to threaten Zoya, Hans immediately seduced Zoya by locking the tiny body with his two hands coiled. Her lips touched the cheeks of a slightly raised cabi since Zoya was pregnant. Hans's whimper was indeed like a child asking for candy.

"Tomorrow I have a quiz, Mas. I want to get good grades so that Mas Hans and Mama are not disappointed." Zoya replied with a smile towards the man who was incarnated like a child.

"But I also need attention, so don't be disappointed." Still with his chin on his wife's tiny shoulder, Hans still whined. The smell of vanilla perfume made the man's imagination even more wild. He did not land to not smell the white nape that became one of the favorite places on his wife's body.

Zoya responds to Hans by commenting on the smile on her ripe lips. The softness made Hans wildly imaginative. Unable to hold it in, he then carried his wife to bed.

TB