The Secret of Zoya's Love

Love Rejects Old (Extra Part)

"Gus, where's Nilla? Why are you cleaning the room?" asked Ummy Maryam when she found her son sweeping the living room. The displeased look was clearly visible on the woman's face when her beloved son did housework.

"Maybe Nilla is still tidying up the room, Ummi." replied Wildan ending the activity. Though, he knew Nilla was working on a college assignment.

"Alright, let Ummi make breakfast. This hour Nilla should take care of the kitchen first, so you're not late for breakfast." Nilla who heard the sentence Ummi Maryam also as soon as possible completed the task that will be sent to the lecturer via email.

This morning was different for Wildan and Nilla. Tense situation. The arrival of Ummi Maryam removes the impression of relaxing in the Minimalist house of the man who always spoils his wife. For Wildan, in fact all is the duty of the husband, that's what makes Wildan not too demanding Nilla.

"Gus, if you're going to match us with Mayra, maybe you won't have to hold a broom!" The sentence Ummi Maryam made Nilla stop in front of her room. She tried to listen back to Ummi and her husband's chat in one piece.

"Don't do it, Ummi! Maybe we are the ones who are not fooled." said Wildan who was waiting for umminya cooking.

"Mayra, beautiful girl, hafizdoh anyway. His brother also had a boarding house. In fact, he had always been gentle and polite. To Ummi, Mayra was like a drop of heaven's angel." Ummi Maryam seemed to express disappointment because it was canceled making Mayra a son-in-law.

Wildan stood up from his seat, he knew it was disappointing ummi and his brother for refusing to be betrothed to Mayra.

"Ummy, that means Mayra is not the soul mate of Wildan." Wildan said to Umm Maryam, his hands held Ummi's shoulders so gently, as if giving a soothing understanding.

"Princess Ummi now Nilla. Whatever Nilla lacks, Wildan hopes Ummi can guide her with affection." Wildan was indeed a gentle man, nor could he take sides if the two had differences, because one side of his mother and one side of his wife.

"Yes, Ummi said, right, if." As a mother, Ummi Maryam already knew her son, Wildan who was gentle but always firm with his stance and always responsible for all his decisions.

Nilla could only squeeze the side of the robe, her eyes were already heating up to withstand the cries she still held. It feels quite painful if it has to be compared to others. He again thought that this marriage was like something very forced.

Nilla returned to the room as she could not stop her tears from dripping. His heart seemed as if it was pierced by thousands of extremely slashing pains.

"I am bad, my father is only a village secretary, not a kyai. But, my heart hurts when compared to this." Nilla murmured inwardly. His face lowered, his eyes continuously dripping with water droplets that he was hard to stop. Her chest feels tight.

"Nil." call Wildan. Nilla just wiped her tears, the man who was still surprised even walked up to his wife. Wildan could not understand why his wife was crying.

"Nil, why?" ask Wildan when he's next to Nilla. Woman, it shook its head holding its breath so as not to sob.

"Tell Brother, Nile? You can be angry with your brother, but don't hide anything from your brother." Hearing that sentence made her cry even more obnoxious. So good her husband was, but she never did him any good.

The mixed feeling made Nilla, no longer able to stem her crying outburst.

"Darling...!" Wildan ventured to mutter the call dear. He hugged his estranged wife, and rubbed his shaken shoulders.

"Our marriage seems to be wrong" Nilla said while in the arms. Of course it struck Wildan, even so, he was still trying to calm down.

"Abang, feel you're the right choice for brother. And you have assured me this by the guidance of Allah. May it be a guidance from God." Wildan began to understand where Nilla was going. But, she wanted Nilla to tell her own story.

"Ummi doesn't like me, Bang. I've heard Ummi's conversation with Abang." said Nilla.

"Nil, Ummi doesn't know you yet, so Ummi talks like that."

"Isn't it important I'm sure you're the best for me, brother." Wildan wiped away Nilla's tears. He felt pity because maybe his umminya speech that accidentally hurt his wife.

Hearing Wildan's words made Nilla stare at her husband. The man seemed to make Nilla again convinced of his decision to marry the figure in front of him.

"Let's get out! Not good for Ummi." after wiping his wife's tears, Wildan took Nilla out of the room. They approached the ummi Maryam who had been staring at the dishes at the dining table.

"Come, the breakfast is ripe. Get used to breakfast, before you do activities." said Ummi Maryam when he saw the presence of his son and daughter-in-law nearby.

"Sorry, so trouble Ummi" said Nilla as they sat at the dinner table.

"If there's Ummi it's okay. But, Ummi hope you can get used to preparing breakfast on time." Ummi Maryam's ridicule made Nilla nod, though she felt stifled by her in-laws' speech.

After reading the prayer they continued breakfast together, Nilla's already bad mood made the girl reluctant to swallow her food.

"Nil, eat a lot of protein so you fill up quickly." Ummi Maryam put some meat and some shrimp on her daughter-in-law's plate when she saw Nilla just stirring her rice.

Ummi Maryam herself, indeed a firm person, she always speaks as is. In fact, he also had an authoritarian character, but because Wildan was no longer able to persuade him to marry Mayra, he chose to give up.

"Thank you, Ummi." replied Nilla.

After that the mood of silence returned. Only the clanking of spoons and plates clashing against each other could be heard in the room.

"Nil, Ummi knows you're also busy in college, but Ummi messages, you won't forget if you already have a husband." Ummi Maryam put back her spoon, after she finished her breakfast. Again, Nilla just nodded.

"Oh yes, do not delay pregnancy on the grounds that you are still in college, If you have decided to get married means you have thought about the consequences." Ummi Maryam's sharp sentence made Wildan grab Nilla's hand. Behind the dinner table, Wildan clasped his wife's hand, hoping that Umminyya's words would not be put into his heart.

"Ummi, don't worry. Insyallah if the windfall we will certainly receive." one hand holds the hand of his wife and the other stuck out holding the hand of the crepute. Wildan can understand, maybe this is an expression of his general disappointment because he has refused to be betrothed to Mayra. In fact, the family of Arsyad (Large family Wildan) has been anxious to take the daughter-in-law of the owner of the tahfizdul Qur'an pesantren. Their approach had actually been a long time, it was just that at that time Wildan did not seem interested in getting married, he was still busy with his education and business.

"I'm sorry Wildan, Ummi! Wildan has disappointed Ummi a lot." The owner of the shady face tried not to make his umminya even more disappointed by admitting all his mistakes.

Breakfast this time was like judgment for Wildan. He decided to go to this city just to treat his heart injury, when he was left married by Zoya. But, in reality, the universe is talking another. He reunites with Zoya and Nilla in this town.

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Zoya frowned when she heard her husband's decision to go to Bali. He just sat down with his body resting on the head of the bed.

Since becoming pregnant Zoya feels she can't stay away from her husband for too long. Every time, he wanted to always see Hans face. Not to mention, every night he couldn't sleep, before Hans massaged his leg.

"Darling, please please. I was only in Bali for two nights."

"I also need to exchange insights as well with the current development of the law" Hans persuaded as he lay crosswise and placed his head on his wife's lap. Each time, he kissed the slightly protruding belly next to his face, as if greeting the two junior Hans there.

" Will Mas Hans go with the Secretary?" zoya asked with her head down, her strayed hair had partially fallen on her husband's face.

"Can?" goda Hans smelled the scent of his wife's long, straight hair.

"Did Mas Hans leave his pregnant wife with another woman to go to Bali?"

"If his wife allows it, I will do it with pleasure!" hans replied with a faint smile.

"Get started, shitty!" zoya's murmur made Hans chuckle, he indeed liked to make his wife pout the most. Hans knew, the answer would make Zoya feel upset. And it was so much fun for him.

"Jealous, huh?" pinched his wife's cabi cheek.

Zoya fell silent, she no longer knew how to express her current thoughts. Of course she's very jealous, but Zoya doesn't want to be too possessive.

"Tok... "

"Ma, Ale just wants to sleep here, with the baby scowl" Ale said as he walked into their room. Hans just turned his head towards Ale who was walking over.

"Excuse me Papa! With his casual style Ale said excuse me when jumping over the body of his father who was lying crosswise. It then pushes the huge body away from Zoya's stomach.

"What the hell are you, Al." said Hans sewot when his position was captured by Ale. The boy who is currently lying down and putting his head on Zoya's lap, kisses Zoya's stomach and circles her hands around her mother's waist.

Looking at his daughter Hans's behavior, he took a pillow and placed it on his wife's leg bone to lie down. Not to be outdone by Ale both sleeping in a row with their heads on Zoya's feet.

"Darling, if you excuse me, it's not just in the speech. But, Brother Ale must wait for Papa to slide." explained Zoya by wiping her daughter's hair.

"Yes, Mama!"

"Sorry, Papa!" said the boy glanced at his papa, but then hugged Zoya back in the stomach.

"Ale's in the trunk, I don't think so?" hans' protest made Zoya smile. Sometimes her husband acts like a child.

"Mas Hans, right, is old." said Zoya.

"Please on, Zoy. Avoid that word! Mostly my love, our love will reject the old." elak Hans, for the man there will be no age limit to pour out love. Although it will be delivered in a different way.

"There is no old word for love." continued yes again to further convince his wife.

"Ma, Ale wants a little sister and a boy" Ale said, stopping the debate between his parents. The boy was still imagining with his two younger siblings to be born.

"You guys or girls are the same. Ale's sister should still love her two sisters later huh?" Zoya did begin to include thinking how the relationship of a brotherhood. Although, they are different mothers, but Zoya hopes they will always be brothers who love each other without distinction.

"Geez, what the fuck are you guys!" mama Shanti shouted, when she saw a sight that was unnatural for her.

"Where can it be like this. O Allah, Zoya is small, in the stomach there are two boys, two even sleeping on the legs where you are big."

"Otherwise you're Hans, don't you like your wife?" Mama Shanti is back nagging. He was so upset when he saw his son would not lose to take Zoya.

The middle-aged woman sat beside Zoya. Slurping her daughter-in-law's stomach. He smiled, he felt a sensation when he touched it.

"Ihhh Oma, hold the adek not for long." Ale protest was disturbed when his position was uncomfortable with the presence of his oman's hand.

Usually they spend time before sleeping in front of the television, but this time they are enjoying the detection of prospective new members of the universe family.

TB

Thanks for waiting for RCZ. We finish until the end of the month huh. hehehe Hopefully not bored.