The Secret of Zoya's Love

Husnudzon (Extra Part)

"How can I be happy if it's just being an escape. I got her body but her heart is still for another woman." Nilla stared at the empty water that continued to pour from the pump which was designed very slick in the fish pond.

A small house is simple, but in it there is a lot of love and affection. That is the desire of the owner. But, in reality, his desire is still being fought for.

In between the distance between the main house and the library, only about three meters wide, there is an organized garden that is quite comfortable with open air, and, the main house and the library room are simply connected by a roof that holds the two together. One-body sofa with a comfortable backrest, the sofa that is currently the place of Nila's fall to fill the void of time.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said Wildan as he walked closer to Nilla. After he finished teaching Wildan immediately rushed home.

"Greetings waalaikum." answered Nilla briefly, her face looking up at the arrival of her husband. The tired face of the stern-headed man broke the smile on his face.

Nilla got up from the fall when she saw Wildan approaching and then placed his weight near her feet. The man checked his wife's legs, leaving Nilla speechless.

"Still in pain?" wildan asked then he stared at the streak of sadness on his wife's face, even catching Nilla's slightly swollen eyes. Blubbering. Whether the willingness of what Nilla was hiding, the man who was still staring at his wife full of investigation was still unable to find the answer.

"No." replied Nila softly, making Wildan want to know what was really going on. As she caught the gaze of that one eye peeking into her eyes, Nilla tried to avert her gaze.

"What's wrong?" wildan asked with a pull on Nilla's arm. There was no resistance, the tiny arm was stiff in his grasp, "We are halal, Nile." Wildan continued as he felt his wife's stiffness. Wildan himself did not understand what because they were not used to touching or indeed his wife was not happy, but the stiffness he believed to be a form of doubt in his wife's heart.

"Tomorrow Ummi came here, Nile." Nilla immediately pulled her arm. As if he was surprised.

"Tomorrow I go to college, Bang." replies Nilla.Setting a nickname that the man who had long wanted to hear who was currently smiling at him.

"Don't be like that, no matter how he ummiku and that means he ummimu also." Wildan knew Nilla was just avoiding meeting her parents. The first time they met, Wildan could see the awkwardness of the two.

"But Ummi and Abah don't seem to like me" Nilla replied in a soft tone. Sometimes, the girl regretted why she only thought of the family's good name. Why not think of a lot more important things than a marriage. He felt that marrying Wildan was not the right decision. Wildan family like forced to accept it even though it is still covered with a stale attitude Ummi Mariyam.

"They don't know you yet, Nile." Hearing Wildan's words made Nilla speechless. For Wildan, maybe it was a simple thing but not with him.

"Have you eaten?" ask Wildan who only answered Nilla's trousers.

"Later on, I don't want to eat yet" replied Nilla then noticed some koi fish running to and fro.

"All right, you're gonna take a shower first. Later, we'll eat together." Wildan ventured to kiss the top of his wife's head. Nilla looked up at her husband who was standing up and smiled at him.

Nilla looked at Wildan's back who had entered the room. It's a man's first touch to her, she doesn't expect Wildan to do it, but she's more likely to hurt a man she actually admires. Since asking for a breakup that immediately got rejected by Wildan, Nilla has always been ketusi even sometimes forget about manners. He seemed to be looking for a way to get Wildan away from him.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat..." A very familiar voice Nilla heard uttering greetings after several bells rang.

"Waalaikum salam." replied Nilla with a loud voice, to signal to her guests if she already knew if anyone was visiting. Steady, Nilla opened the door.

"Nilla, how are you?" Zoya hugged Nilla. Of course, he misses his best friend. Since Zoya gave Nilla a wedding present, they have never met again.

"Good, Zoy. Come on, sit down!" said Nilla by looking at the friend who came with Zoya.

"Yes Nile, this is my classmate Aini." Zoya introduces Aini to Nilla.

"Nilla" Nilla said with a friendly smile to Aini.

"I'll stay a while, yeah!" Nilla then went to the back to get her two guests a drink. He slightly dragged his steps walking towards the kitchen.

"A guest, Nile?" wildan asked when he saw Nilla pour orange juice into both cups.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Let Brother bring you!" Wildan immediately took over the tray that Nilla would carry. They walked to the living room.

"Oh Zoya .. How are you, Zoy?" ask Wildan after putting a tray of drinks on the table. Meanwhile, Nilla moved the two glasses filled with juice in front of her two friends.

"Me, good news, Bang. I'm here to see Nilla as well as giving an invitation to a four-monthly event next week."

"How, Nile?" wildan asked with a look towards Nilla, waiting for his wife's decision.

"God willing we're coming, Zoy." Nilla who had been silent made Wildan understand if something stuck in Nilla's mind.

"Then I go inside first." Pamit Wildan, give the women a chance to enjoy the chat.

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The long-haired man was still standing by the window of his apartment. His gaze swept across the details of the city that had no effect on him. Lonely and homesick, it's the only thing that faithfully inhabits Rey's heart after being away from the girl who makes her too late to realize the feeling of love.

It's been two weeks he hasn't returned DM from Kyara. Not without reason. The man who is being overwhelmed with longing for the girl has not had time to open Instagram. He thought he had to finish his studies faster to get back to Indonesia.

"I shouldn't have tied you up in two years, Ra. You've been too good to me." Rey has a monologue in her heart. Asking Kyara to wait for him for two years makes Rey think, if that would be a burden for the girl. Rey slightly regretted the request to the girl who had been accompanying her in turmoil.

"What if there's someone more worthy of you, Ra?"

"My friend you keep getting hurt because of my complaints and stories." Word after sentence sprung up in his brain. He felt this was unfair to Kyara.

Rey let out a long sigh, two years long enough to endure the longing. He walked over to Kyara's magic box.

Then he picked up a fairly outdated diary, behind it a few sheets, and it was enough to make Rey understand how sad Kyara felt when she left Mama.

"You're a great girl, Ra!" roy's Mumam. Kyara always packs her grief in good shape. Practical and smart thinking. Rey does not realize that Kyara's magic box has accompanied her to enjoy the longing that is spoiled in her heart.

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Zoya lay agitatedly on the bed. In addition to his body that feels sore all, he is also still waiting for Hans who did not come home.

Several times, she tried to contact Hans's phone, but was unable to connect. Bad thoughts come back to him.

Novels

He recalls several novel stories in which the boss had an affair with his secretary.

"O Allah." - Zoya covered her head with a pillow because she could not hold back her crying. For no apparent reason, she cried herself with her bad thoughts. Until he didn't realize someone had entered the room.

"Darling...!" call Hans by taking a pillow that drowns his wife's head. The man who still looked fresh and tidy was already sitting on the edge of the bed.

The eyes are clearly visible to men who already look fresh when they get home. Both of his eyebrows were linked feeling strange.

"What's wrong with you, Zoy?" his hands put away the haircut that slightly covered his wife's pretty face.

"Because of the new secretary, Mas Hans forgot to go home. Is it so exciting to work that you forget to go home?" zoya's innuendo makes Hans just smile. He was still waiting for the next scolding from his wife.

"Why not answer? Has Hans run out of excuses? " this time Hans could look back at the beautiful eyes that were already glassy.

"Dear." The two large palms framed the beautiful face of his wife.

"Had, nagging?" hans looked at his wife who had shed tears.

"But... "

"Is that as bad as your husband, until every time you accuse him of such a thing." Hans interrupted Zoya. Both talapak hands pressed the cheeks of his wife's cabi until Zoya's tiny lips, also depressed make Hans laugh to see the funny shape in front of him.

"Makanya husnudzon, baby. Not Suudzon!"

"Who does not think badly. He said the secretary is beautiful to make the spirit of the office." Zoya still looks sewot.

"Being late is not what it used to be and being contacted can't either."

"How come, his wife is not suudzon." Zoya continued to nerocos make Hans even smile amusedly. Zoya looks really chatty.

"Darling, listen to your mama's voice! Mama Zoya was very chatty. So you guys should be ready, yeah! " hans said as he bowed, kissing his slightly protruding belly as if he were talking to two junior Hans.

Zoya pinched her husband's shoulder making Hans look up and cast a sharp glare.

"You too, Zoy? "bid Hans by rolling one eye.

There was no reply from his wife, making Hans approach Zoya's face, his gaze already fixed on the tiny lips that had become opium to him.

"Mas Han, that's not it... " Hans immediately silenced Zoya with a kiss until his wife gasped.

"I'm out of the apartment, together with Ryan." explained Hans who had understood if his wife was jealous. The man revived his phone when he saw his wife was still pouting.

Hans shows Zoya CCTV in the apartment. Actually, he came home since four in the afternoon, in the apartment he trained his muscles and chatted with Ryan.

"Mas Hans, this is not what it means." Killah Zoya's. He tried to cover up his sense of positivity.

"Then?" Hans knitted his eyebrows together, he still did not understand Zoya's intentions.

"I just want to be taken in." Zoya asks in embarrassment.

"Oh my goodness, Zoy. In the office I'm the boss. Out there, people adore me."

"Booking yes, at home every night I'm a masseuse? " sad Hans.

"If you don't want to, you already do!" Zoya tilted her body back at her husband.

"Yes. yeah. I'm a pijitin. Fates." Hans started massaging his wife's white legs. Meanwhile, Zoya still hid her smile.

"For a long time I opened a plus massage parlour." his grunts while squeezing the chunks of the back of his wife who increasingly look sexy, immediately Zoya also screeched loudly because of her husband's naughty hands.

"Mas Hans. His hands are conditioned!" ketus Zoya glared at Hans, while the man just chuckled with his lips.

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