The Secret of Zoya's Love

First Kiss (Extra Part)

Her husband's new secretary curiosity leads Zoya to go to Hans' office after college hours. After all, he had indeed wanted to see that sometimes ludicrous handsome face. Longs. That word would probably be appropriate to mention his current feelings.

A drizzle that flushed through almost the entire city, Zoya sped up her small steps to get to the taxi she had just booked through an app.

On the back bench, he leaned his body to release a little fatigue after taking the second class of the course. His gaze looked out at the rain that was soaking through the car's glass windows. A few minutes had passed, until the voice of the taxi driver made him realize, "Mbak, this famous lawyer's office, right?" ask the taxi driver when stopping outside the gate.

"Sir, please come in at the main door, yes! Let me not get wet." asked Zoya when she saw the drizzle that was still at home make this city wet.

With a hasty step Zoya entered the office that was designed with quite elegant. All the old employees already know that she is Mrs. Hans Satrya Jagad, number one in the building.

"Sorry, have you had an appointment with Mr Hans?" said the woman with a makeup polish that looks quite obvious when stopping Zoya's steps that will enter her husband's room.

"Already, Ma'am." replied Zoya, he also had a chance to see the girl's smile in front of him. In fact, Zoya also noticed a sexy shirt combined with a short skirt that prints her body shape.

"I'm sorry, if I may know what this mother's name is?" ask Zuri, Hans' new secretary.

"Simple..."

"Honey." Hans' greeting to Zoya made the two women turn towards her.

"She's my wife. Next time he comes here, just ask him to come in my room!" hans's word, Zoya looked at her husband's astonishment. Charismatic aura and flat expression make Hans figure very different from when he was at home.

"Darling, come on in! Why rain?" hans asked with a small shoulder. Zuri's gaze could not be separated from the two lovebirds that berahan disappeared from behind the door brown plitur.

"Darling, wait a minute!" Hans intends to finish his job, making Zoya sit on the sofa by the window.

Hans was still selecting some of the files that would be given to Zuri for retyping because there were some parts that were wrong. Among the busyness, the man never escaped to glance at Zoya who was busy staring at her phone, occasionally he was seen typing to reply to a message.

Zoya still smiles at herself because of the WhatsApp chat in her college class group, so she does not realize if someone is standing in front of her. Instantly, it was also Hans pulling Zoya's phone, making his wife only look up in shock at Hans's sudden reaction.

"This fire, just like ABG!" hans said at a glance read the chat of his wife's whatsapp group friend.

"Who's Andre?" Hans was interested in reading it. But Zoya starts snatching her phone from Hans. Although, it was useless because the maximum height of her husband's body made his hand was not to reach his cellphone.

"Mas Hans, give it." If she reaches for her phone she's not there, at least she knows her husband's weakness. Zoya wrapped her arms around the chest of the field, Hans, who had raised his hand to read the contents of his wife's phone, lowered his hand. In fact, one of his hands had already stroked the shoulder of the body that was leaning on his chest. He would not stand the spoiled treatment of his wife.

"Who's Andre? How dare he edit your profile picture. And send it back." Andre did send an edit of Zoya's profile photo.

"Mas' habit, Andre likes his son's prank." defended Zoya by breaking her arms. But, he no longer wanted to snatch his phone, making Hans choose to sit on the sofa.

"Come here!" Hans pulled his wife's arm slowly and sat down nearby.

One hand rests on Zoya's shoulder and taps Zoya's body into her chest. He also brought his face closer to Zoya's side, with one hand sticking out to take a photo of their selfies.

The silly thing Hans did for Zoya was to change their WhatsApp profile picture with their selfies just now. It is very excessive, even who deserves to be called ABG if it is like this. But, he could only shake his head if it was like that, however, the stern-hearted man could not be protested.

The sound of knocking on the door made them again give distance, even Hans made a sound to let Zuri in.

The move of her husband's secretary successfully made Zoya not like. Either why Zoya doesn't like the girl too much or because Zoya sees the way Zuri looks at her husband is very different. With Diana, Zoya is ordinary.

"Sorry, Sir. Next Saturday there is a meeting in Bali. Are you going to attend?" ask Zuri who will determine the schedule of Hans' activities.

"I don't think about it yet, I'll let you know." Hans replied.

"Oh yeah, the file on the desk please revise us again." continued Hans made Zuri immediately turn to his boss' desk to follow his boss's orders. After that, the girl returned.

"Zoy, suddenly I just want to eat your sweet sour snapper." pinta Hans, he had wanted to go out for lunch, but when he saw Zoya coming, he could ask his wife to make it. His saliva seemed to want to come out when imagining his wife's sweet sour snapper.

The apartment. This time, Hans takes Zoya to the apartment, he wants to spend time alone before leaving for Bali. Zoya immediately heads for the kitchen in a very modern, after putting her bag on the front sofa. Although, he felt tired.

Zoya pushed back many times, the tall athletic body to get a little away. He felt sultry as Hans continued to poke him in the kitchen.

"Mas Hans, this sweet sour snapper won't ripen quickly like this." Zoya's protest, when Hans looks down, sniffing the scent of his wife's body makes Zoya even more disturbed to finish her cooking.

"Sama sambal rujak, Zoy." Hans' lots of wishes. Like people are craving, Hans can't stand to eat it immediately. In fact, she only wants to be cooked by Zoya herself.

"Yes-yes, But just wait at the dinner table." asked Zoya once more, but the man did not budge either. He stands behind his wife, putting both arms around Zoya's waist. It made Zoya complain many times because it was difficult to move.

Hans could not bear to see the long hair curled up showing a tiered neck and white which became one of his favorite places to leave a kiss.

"Mas Han, don't tease me!" Zoya complains as the man lands a kiss on her nape. Several times she had to tiptoe because of her husband. Ever since Zoya became pregnant, her increasingly full body made the man feel anxious to always touch her.

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A Camry sedan stops right in front of a minimalist house that looks quiet. The woman, who looked almost sixty years old, came down with a bag and parcel.

Wildan clasped Nilla's hand as he came out to greet the arrival of his umminya. The man did not want to uminya sniff his unfit household like other newlyweds.

"Assalamualaikum Ummi." greet Wildan and Nilla together. They kissed the back of his ummh hands in turn. Wildan immediately took over his official default to be brought inside. Meanwhile, Nilla immediately drove ummi Maryam to the room she had prepared.

"Nil, what did you cook?" asked Umm Maryam while sitting in the chair in her room.

"Fried potato sambal cooking with bacem eggs, Mi'. "so said Wildan when he was in the doorway. He didn't want to know that today he bought the menu from the outside.

"What a coincidence, Ummi brought rendang." Umm Maryam breaks down in bed. Age makes traveling out of town tiring.

"Ummi, Ummi want tea or warm ginger?" tawar Nilla's.

"Later on, ummi wants to take a little nap."

"All right, Ummi just take a break." They came out of the guest room.

Nilla stepped weakly trailing behind Wildan making the man stop his steps and look back.

"What's up, Nile?" wildan asked when he saw his wife's lethargic face.

"Why did you lie to Ummi? All this time, I never cooked." asked Nilla, her gaze so deep on the man who was currently smiling and closing in on her.

"Beauty Brother. Maybe you're not lying. You're my wife, Nile. I should have done it." said Wildan, clutching his wife's little shoulder into the room.

The silent Nilla felt guilty making Wildan approach her.

"Nil... "

"Why did you treat me too well, when I was too bad for you." Sela Nilla stopped Wildan's words. The thing that was on his mind. Why was Wildan too kind to her, but his heart was still for another woman.

Wildan framed Nilla's pretty face. He knew his wife was holding back a sense of sadness. I don't know because he doesn't know. My eyes looked so deeply into his wife's eyes. He cut the distance between them, "Because I love you, Nile. I love my wife." said Wilda. The Mint fragrance from the breath that swept across her face also made a different sigh for Nilla. Moreover, the gaze that looked into his heart so as to take one side of his consciousness. His heart was beating so fast, even his hands were starting to coldly resist the nervousness.

Wildan landed a soft kiss on Nilla's lips, very soft. Until the kiss turned into an exciting ******, until the girl lost her breath, they regained consciousness. Nilla, holding her breath as a kiss she did not expect landed on her lips. This is their first new thing. But, the male instinct is stronger to lead the kiss deeper.

"Sorry, I'm a mess!" wildan. Nilla did not reply, she tried to hide her red merry face, but failed. The girl seemed to have misbehaved, making Wildan only smile. Wildan had always believed as hard as Nilla was, he was sure his wife would melt with his love.

TB