The Secret of Zoya's Love

Personal Assistant(Extra Part)

Hans only wears a towel while searching for his wife in Ale's room, as Zoya has yet to prepare her work clothes. His dependence on his wife grew.

"Simple..." While opening the door, she saw Zoya was helping Ale schedule a textbook. Last night, Ale had already fallen asleep after doing chores. The schedule is a little chaotic because the end of this Hans incarnated into an old baby that is no less troublesome Zoya.

"Which smile has possessed you, Hans. Your behavior is not far from Ale." said Mama Shanti one time, when she felt afraid of her son's behavior. Looking at Hans Yang, a little Zoya, what is Zoya, even though her daughter-in-law is pregnant. She also did not lose the rent with Zoya who always obeyed all her husband's wishes. But what could she do, her daughter-in-law looked so happy to serve her husband. He can only warn Zoya not to be too tired, Mama Shanti is very concerned about Zoya's condition, after the accident Zoya experienced in the first pregnancy.

"Zoy, where's my shirt? I'll have a meeting with a client. Pick the right one, let me look good!" hans said as he was in the middle of Ale's bedroom door.

"Yes, soon Ale is done, Mas." replied Zoya by speeding up her movements.

"Papa is big, but choosing his own clothes can not" Ale reproached when he heard his papa's request. The man only screeched when he heard his daughter's protesting that her chatter was above average. Actually, he wanted Ale to be a lawyer like himself, but the boy himself seemed to be uninterested. What he always said, if he was going to be a doctor like Aunty Anastasya, plus Zoya who always released her daughter to vote, was, Hans is increasingly unable to direct his daughter into the world she is in.

"Come, Zoy!" Hans still did not budge before seeing his wife move on.

"Yes-yes, Mas." After finishing arranging Ale and asking his daughter to immediately go down to the bottom Zoya immediately approached Hans, "Mbok ya wear a shirt first! " Zoya pinched her husband's waistband, making Hans chuckle as he followed her into the room.

"Honey, next week Madam Niar comes when we hold a four-monthly event."

"Mbak Niar, probably will stay a while at Mama's house. But, you just prepare a room for them. Oh yes, prepare a gift for the twins too, yes! Back when he was born we had not given any parcels" Hans said while wearing his clothes. When his twin nephew was born, they were preoccupied with the problems of Antonio and Arum, so they had not had time to give something to the twins.

"Yes, Mum." Zoya answered, Still watching her husband. The man in front of him still looked handsome, nothing had changed from his face. He still looked as fresh as a twenty-seven-year-old young man.

"Why did you leave for his office so early in the morning?" zoya asks when she sees a clock that she thinks is too early for her husband to leave for the office.

"This morning there's an interview for the new assistant. She's the one who will replace Diana." Hans replied still by buttoning his sleeves. He only paid attention to himself without paying attention to Zoya who had already lost her smile.

For a moment when they were silent, Hans just turned his head towards his wife who was already pouting.

"Why?" hans asked with a pinch on Zoya's cab's cheek.

"Is it because of the new assistant, so Hans wants to look handsome? Must've been a girl?" she looked at Hans to wait for an answer.

"Yes a girl."

"Definitely beautiful?" Hans, who was combing his hair, stopped when he heard his wife's question.

"Service when viewed from the vitae curriculum."

"Why should a girl?" Either because of her pregnancy, Zoya seems very positive.

"Let the spirit into his office." Reply Hans with originals, he still noticed his face in the mirror. Hans didn't realize his wife's eyes were already glazed over.

"Oh. I'm just kidding! If I'm like that, it means I have to prepare to be kere." Hans said by holding his wife's head in the chest curve of his field. She did not expect that this would be taken seriously by Zoya.

"The problem is not money or property. The family needs love, too, Mom." Zoya wiped her tears. Hans just smiled, if this is the mindset of Zoya who can not trick her teenage age.

"I'm afraid of kayaking in novels and soap operas, the boss is flirting with his secretary."

"Well, mostly read novels and watch dramas. It would be, yes. like this." Hans unraveled his embrace, he then pinched his wife's tiny nose.

"Don't worry Zoy, my focus is now on working for the future of our family!"

"Let's have breakfast, Ale must be waiting for us!" Hans brought his wife down. A petite woman who always binds her in love and tenderness, so that she can no longer see other women than Zoya Kamila.

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Nilla still has difficulty walking because of her feet that still hurt. In fact, he felt that at this time it was much more painful than before, but yesterday Wildan had called a doctor to check his condition. And, give him anti-pain medication.

"Nil, can you walk? " Task Wildan when he's tidy when he's leaving for college.

"Had." replied Nilla without seeing Wildan.

"No way" Nilla argued, making Wildan smile. He felt his estimation this time was not wrong. If Nilla had intended to lie to him.

He prepared some drinking water and some heavy snacks on the nightstand. Wildan did not want Nila to go hungry or thirsty before he came home. Only two hours of teaching. He will soon be home to take care of his wife.

Wildan's phone rang, as he put food on the nightstand. The man chose to approach the flat object immediately, which was still lying near his bag.

"Assalamu'alaikum." replied Wildan when answering a call from his friend who became the committee of Al-Azhar_ Cairo Egypt alumni association.

"(....) "

"Sorry for today I can't come, My wife is sick." Wildan replied making Nilla look up to him. He felt, Wildan was very good at pretending, as if he was the priority of the calm-faced man.

"(...)

"Greetings" said the man, closing his phone and putting it in his pocket.

With a backpack perched on one of his shoulders, he approached Nilla pretending to play his phone.

"Abang, go first! No. Don't block, yeah! If there's something important, how about it?" wildan said by gently stroking his wife's hair. Nilla's been blocking Wildan's number for a long time.

Wildan wouldn't force Nila to behave the way she wanted. Yes, all this time he hopes to have a wife who will take him to work by kissing the back of his hand and a smile that is served to give him spirit.

Wildan stepped out by shaking his head. Because his brain is back. If Zoya were to be his wife.

"Astagfirullah azim thing." he murmured softly as he opened his car door. It is not easy to forget a dream and love in the past. But, he regained his senses if he had already decided to become the priest of a different woman. Whatever his shortcomings and advantages, his wife is the part he must accept sincerely.

"I'm sorry, Nile. Trust me, you're the only woman who'll have your whole heart." Wildan monologued in his heart while driving his Pajero sports car to campus. Nilla's attitude does make Wildan have to be more patient, because he knows that Nilla is not that bad.

In Nilla's room wept for herself, she realized Wildan was a good man, but with whom her husband would do good. Wildan also could not bear, until Nilla himself could not distinguish, who was special in Wildan's heart. Does her husband's heart still belong to Zoya?

Back Flashback.

When they just got. They are said to be dating, but they do not spill feelings on each other like lovers. They just made a commitment to be a couple, until, as Nilla once said, she just wanted to finish college first.

That afternoon, after teaching private, Wildan invited Nilla to his house. She asks Nilla to cook because she has to correct her student's final semester assignments.

"No, there's a good read, isn't there?" nilla asked after finishing her work in the kitchen.

"Just look at the Nile, in the back room near the fish pond" Wildan replied, he was still focused on an answer sheet he was correcting.

Nilla walked over, leaving Wildan heading back. Minimalist house is quite neat and comfortable. When seeing orchids and roses packed in a few neatly arranged pots near the fish pond, Nilla smiled. The man who will soon be asking for it is a painstaking man, he thought. When she found a sofa near the pool, Nilla tried to sit there.

"Bang Wildan must have spent a lot of time reading here." Nilla muttered while enjoying the sofa with the sound of rustling pool that one becomes rhythmic in the tranquility of the house.

His round eyes glanced at a book of Nicolas Sparks novels. At first he was surprised to find Wildan readers of all kinds of books not only about religion and science.

Curiosity leads him to flip through the book and find a photo of his best friend, Zoya. He knows that the photo was taken while Zoya was still working at the foundation with him.

The most special woman in my life, the beauty that makes all angels feel jealous. The beauty that made many people admire her, was not only a pretty face, but she was a woman with the beauty of her heart.

The most beautiful Zoya Kamila

Nila fell silent, her hands trembling as she read the writing behind the photo. Disappointed, angry or possibly jealous. He closed the novel and put it back where it was. But, he could not ease the turmoil of his inflamed heart, until several times he wiped his tears.

The Flashback

Nilla still cries when she remembers it, especially now that she is in a cycle of relationships that she herself does not understand where her goals are and with what foundation this marriage takes place.

Tbc