The Secret of Zoya's Love

Polygamy(Extra Part)

Hans was still standing in front of the mirror. Not to stare at his own shadow but to see his wife who was still pouting. Zoya always whines not to be left behind.

But he also felt sorry. His wife really looks sad. When the shadow of his wife, rising from her seat, he pretended as if he was still tidying his hair.

"Mas Han, don't go!" whining Zoya once again hugged the athletic body from the side. Her hands were circular, although the coverage of her arms could not fully cover her husband's body.

The man then smiled looking in the mirror. The faint look he looked at Zoya which this time seemed very spoiled.

"Fear, Mas Hans couldn't get home in time. We'll have a big thanks for them!" While stroking her stomach Zoya leaned her head on that sturdy arm. Zoya endlessly seduces her husband.

The man who just stared at his wife's behavior from the mirror also drew his arm up and then embraced the small shoulder.

"Darling, I'll be home soon. Partly for the sake of my career and it's also for the future of our son's child." said Hans, drowning the tiny body in his undulating arms.

"Before you leave, you can ask for enough supplies." When she did not understand the word 'defender' in question, Zoya stretched her arms slightly, then looked up at the face that was currently smiling at her. Her two hands were still coiled as if she was not willing to let go of her husband.

"Mas Han, don't have any money yet?" Investigate Zoya. She didn't want her husband to work for the family until he was short of money.

"Not that, baby!" Hans grew increasingly anxious and pinched his wife's pointy chin.

Hans no longer cared about Zoya's gawking face, he just kissed her tiny lips that became opium to him. Stipulate it up to ********* gently.

An unplanned battle ensues until Zoya falls asleep in her husband's arms exhausted.

Hans stared closely at the face of ayu who still looked moist. After exchanging sweat Zoya fell asleep, while Hans still enjoying their togetherness in bed. Get rid of the child's hair that partially covers the face of the ayu. Then, he stared so closely that he smiled. The young girl who was able to confiscate one side of the love space in her heart.

Hans Pov

She is the same as women in general. Spoiled and jealous. It looks like when you are pregnant like this. In fact, if whining her like a teenage girl in general.

Ten years old he has lost his closest person, a protective figure who should be a place to complain and rely, forcing him to mature in the face of the reality of life. Partial elimination of confidence makes him a closed figure and accustomed to resist pressure. I imagine, all of it is difficult things that he had to go through in his childhood and adolescence.

Life is beating it up too fast. In fact, she had to get married at a too young age. And it happens that Allah gives fortune without delay.

Zoy. I hope I can make you happy, spoil you, replace the affection of the father who has long disappeared.

Hans continued to stroke the white face that looked calm until it wriggled uneasily. Zoya, who felt a touch on her face, blinked her eyes. His eyes still felt sticky. The heat struggle led by her husband made Zoya very exhausted.

"Mas Hans didn't sleep?" zoya asked when she saw her husband still holding her smiling. Their bodies were still damp and without a thread while under the covers.

"My heart still holds up if you don't let me go" Hans said gently stroking his wife's long hair.

"I'm afraid Hans will be persuaded by the devil when he leaves with the new secretary." Zoya still plays her index finger on the chest of her husband's field.

"You're jealous of Zuri?" hans asked with a smile then lowered his gaze to find the jealous face of his wife.

"Yes, I'm jealous." heard his wife Hans' statement. He did not deny that his wife was jealous of his secretary.

"Oh God, Zoy. I might be interested in that model. If I'm interested it's the same Arum. She's my type of woman. Her face was innocent and beautiful natural."

"Yes, just meet Arum! Didn't I never forbid you from the beginning, Mom." Zoya immediately picked up her clothes below. He half ran towards the bathroom, making Hans even more worried about him. Hunt him into boxer shorts and chase after his wife, who has locked the bathroom door.

"Zoy, I don't mean like that!" an honest sentence that just slid away even backfired for him. In fact, for Hans physically and whatever it was already did not affect the feelings he had towards his wife. Again he deeply regretted that unimportant sentence was thrown away.

"Zoy, Zoya. Don't overdo it, Zoy!" Hans just kept banging on the bathroom door. I was afraid something was happening inside.

Almost half an hour Hans he stood up and paced back and forth in front of the bathroom door. His heart grew increasingly anxious because there was no sign yet of his wife going out.

Several times he scooped his face violently. Trying to get rid of the anxiety that is fixed on Zoya and her two children.

"Simplek! " Zoya came out of the bathroom by wiping his wet hair with a towel.

"Zoy... " Hans tried to chase after Zoya who passed him nonchalantly.

"Don't touch me!" His voice slowly chanted. But, it sounded so intimidating and so sharp, that it stopped the man's steps. This time his wife looks more fierce than the lion mother.

"That's not what I mean, Zoy... "

"Stop talking, Mom! If you can't speak well, silence will be much better." continued Zoya. Hans just gulped his saliva roughly. This is the first time Zoya has spoken in such a high tone to her. The man just stared at her from a distance, a gaze full of apologies.

After drying her hair, Zoya took her hijab and walked out of the room. Not wanting his wife to be angry, Hans rushed to follow her.

"Zoy, where are you going?" he said he was still chasing Zoya. Afraid his wife would run away.

"Zoy... " Hans immediately grabbed Zoya's hand to stop.

"What else, Mom? I'm hungry." said Zoya, shattering her shoulders.

"Mas Hans was just taking a shower. Look at! Hans is so dirty!" Besides being hungry, Zoya is still upset with her husband.

"All right, I'm gonna take a shower. Wait for me downstairs! After the bath I will also eat." said Hans when only getting a sharp look at Zoya.

Zoya actually wants to eat meatballs, but it's already one in the morning. Later, surely the tail will be complicated again. Zoya decides to make milk.

A glass of milk is not enough. But, in the refrigerator there was only sardines and some food that he did not want.

"Where's the food?" hans asked as he approached her was stunned at the dining table. The man with the nose looked at the empty glass of milk still held by his wife.

"I want to eat meatballs." she says by stroking her stomach. He knew it was impossible to get meatballs in the early hours. At the terminal, when he found the meatball stall it must have been closed.

"I'll find it!" said Hans. The man's words made him look up. She was astonished, so much that her husband was understanding.

"I'm coming!" Zoya.

"You're home. This I'll also comb the street looking for a traveling meatballs matchmaker." Hans explained as he picked up his car keys near the TV.

"I'm coming, anyway." Sergey Zoya. In Hans' heart his wife was indeed different since she was pregnant. Already, whiny, possessive, insistent, sucks all. But he loved her more and more.

They finally combed the streets looking for meatballs until there was a meatball wagon that stopped in front of an alley of the boarding house of the students. Zoya does want to eat on the spot making Hans have to wait for her to eat.

"Zoy, cobain." said Hans by taking a spoon in his wife's hand when he saw Zoya eating voraciously.

After spending two portions with director Hans who also wanted it, they finally returned home.

In the car, occasionally hans glanced at Zoya who was just staring out the window. She felt, Zoya was reluctant to see him.

"Zoy, don't you have any headaches going on?" hans said with a pull on his wife's chin.

"Why not pick Ma'am Arum, if he's your type, Mas."

"Because, I love you, Zoy. Other than you my type, my heart can't move to another heart." replied Hans, he was waiting for Zoya's reaction. But there was still no reaction. Even so, he grabbed his wife's hand grasping it, he wasn't the type of person who could talk a lot to seduce a woman.

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Nilla is still packing the souvenirs that will be brought by her in-laws. While Ummi Maryam was still sitting waiting for him with various messages that he continued to convey.

"Oh yes, Nile. Don't delay the baby! We hope that you will soon provide us with a successor for our old ones." Nilla simply smiled in response to her in-laws speech. Just do it they haven't, how could she be pregnant.

"For our extended family the more the child the better." her last message in-laws made Nilla speechless. Suddenly there was fear in his heart. To him, the Son is God's business. And man cannot dictate what he wills.

It looks like the Camry Sedan stopped in front of the minimalist house. Arsyad's big family car has picked up Ummi Maryam.

After taking off the farewell hug in turn. Umm Maryam looked at Wildan so deeply. The favorite son who was supposed to head the boarding school even away from the family.

"Gus, a man can be polygamous. Especially to strengthen the fight in the way of God."

Degs... That sentence didn't just surprise Wildan. But also Nilla. In fact, the girl stared almost in disbelief at her in-laws, she felt unsure of what she had just heard.

"Yes, Ummi went home first. Don't forget, if there's a vacation you go home, Gus!" say Umm Maryam before stepping out and into the car. Wildan who is still surprised by the umminya sentence that discusses polygamy, it was just smiling to release his umminya return.

The shadow of the sedan disappeared from the eye. Nilla rushed in. His heart was so chaotic, that there was no expression he could put out to show his mood.

The girl prefers to go behind. At the edge of the pond, he stopped then looked for fish food that moved so agilely. He felt his life was getting more complicated.

Wildan looked at him from behind. He knew Nilla was hurt by her umminya speech. For the man, all that was said uminya was a form of disappointment all along.

"If you want to cry, cry!" said Wildan by holding Nilla's hand that will sprinkle fish food. The girl did not realize that the surface of the pond was almost full because of the grains of fish food.

"There's nothing I need to cry about" said Nilla still holding tightness in her chest. Too many things seemed to squeeze his heart and heart.

"Are you not sure of my love, Nile?" Wildan twisted the small body to face towards him. He could see his wife's glassy eyes despite trying to hide them.

"I love you, Nile. My feelings and this marriage are not just a game. I live it with my mind, my heart and my conscience." Wildan framed his wife's face, he slightly raised the beautiful face in front of her so that his gaze could look down on the heart of the woman who was currently a part of him.

If the mind can deceive, the heart can lie, but not with the conscience.

On the ground, he eroded the distance of the two. Gently, he then held his wife in his arms.

"I'm your husband, Nile. Destiny, the universe and my promise to God have bound me with you." whispered Wildan making a warm feeling spread in the heart of the girl who is currently getting weaker to hold back her cries .

Nilla was not able to talk anymore besides her increasingly innocent cry in the arms of the burly body. In fact, Nilla was not the type of girl who easily cried. But, Wildan's words were able to shake his heart

"I love you, Bang. I also don't want us to be apart or there's a third person among us! I'm scared, Bang. " It was very desirable for the girl to say it. But unfortunately, his tongue is too muddy because he has not understood the meaning of himself in this marriage.

TB