The Secret of Zoya's Love

Back One Room

"Mas." call Zoya after Hans sips her juice.

"What's wrong? " asked Hans impatiently waiting for the continuation of Zoya's sentence.

"May I participate in religious studies at Nilla's cottage? "

"At least once a week, Mom! " he continued. Hans was now looking at Zoya with his two eyebrows together. He was thinking of an answer for Zoya, because there was something he was not happy about if the study was related to the man who gave his wife a book.

"Eehmmm... Do you want to go to college? "

"Buk-no..no, Mas!" Zoya immediately stuttered as she answered Hans question quickly. He did not want to trouble Hans with financing his tuition, although it was possible for Hans to be nothing.

"If you want to go to college it's okay for me, Zoy! " continued Hans as he stared at the look of Zoya.

"No Mas, Ale's coming to school soon. I want to focus on Ale. In fact, if for religious studies only once a week and that is even if there is free time."

"Well if you want it that way. Oh yeah, when did you leave you? " ask Hans who has started to want to know Zoya's background.

"When I was still in SD. If it's not wrong fourth grade SD." Zoya's eyes are foggy. The water that condensed in his eye was now dripping.

"I'm sorry, I just want to know a little about you, not to bring up your grief! " said Hans, his hand outstretched with Zoya's fingers.

"It's okay, Mom. Everyone will go through it. Including Mas Hans too!" Hans tightened his grasp, trying to strengthen his wife. This is the first time she's seen Zoya cry.

"I'll take this back! " But Zoya carries the dirty dishes to the kitchen. Hans looked at his wife's back.

"I know you're like a woman in general, no matter what you feel sad, angry and maybe in love. But who has your feelings of love, Zoy? " Hans is monologuing with his thoughts. Curiosity towards his wife always disturbed his mind.

The sound of an energetic step echoed, the thump of the reflection of the slightly squeaking high heels shoes was now getting closer, making Hans turn to see who was coming.

"Mama." snorted Hans as he looked at his already smiling mother heading towards the dining table.

"Ahh, baby. Mama hasn't had dinner yet! Is there food for my mom? " Santhi chose to approach Zoya who was in the pantry, because she knew that if she was near Hans of course her son would just sneer at her. They are like mortal enemies.

"Mama, would you like some fried rice? " ask Zoya.

"Whatever matters to your cooking, Zoya! " Mum Shanti now chooses to sit at the dining table. As usual, Hans rarely spoke, the man with the cool look was more happy to pay attention.

"Where's your mom's granddaughter, Hans? "

"It's sleeping, Ma!" hans replied then finished the juice.

"Are you guys on your honeymoon, donk? "

"Ohuk.. uhuk... uhuk...! " Hans coughed when he heard the babbling of his mother.

Zoya brings fried rice and juice to her in-laws. Then placed it in front of her in-laws while glancing at Hans who was coughing.

"Why, Mas?" zoya asked and offered water to her husband.

"Mama was just from Niar's place? " ask Hans.

"Yes, this is from the airport straight here! " mama Shanti replied casually.

"Geez, why do you run, Ma! Take care of your health ", Hans said.

"Yes, this is mama again taking care of your mental health!" Hearing her mother Hans's reply was immediately silenced. Zoya glanced at Hans with a faint smile on her lips.

Instead of arguing with his mother continuously, Hans chose to step aside and choose to go to the library room on the second floor of his luxurious house.

Only Zoya who accompanied Bu Shanti enjoyed dinner this time. The middle-aged woman was very happy, she had never wrongly chosen a daughter-in-law.

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Tonight Zoya returns to Hans's room, as Bu Shanti chooses to sleep with Ale because she is missing Ale.

Zoya hangs her Hijab, while Hans is still in the library. The man deliberately spends a lot of his time on the pylons because he knows that Zoya will be back in the room for tonight.

Zoya's white face looks fresh after cleaning, she starts combing her long hair before going to bed. Once again his eyes were fixed on Hans's first wedding photo.

"Everyone has their own life line. Lucky for those who married lovingly and a moment that suits their dreams. " His heart is now painful. Not out of envy for the circumstances of others but on the other hand he already had no hope of getting someone's love. She had closed the meeting about the figure of wildan, and her husband's heart should still belong to his late wife.

By sitting on the bedside, Zoya closed her already hot eyes.After many things had been stored and piled up, she was now feeling very sensitive.

"Zoya ise... " Hans call surprised him. Hurriedly, she wiped away her tears even though it was useless because Hans had caught her first. Zoya does not hear Hans coming to the room.

"You crying? " Hans approached Zoya, the man bent his legs, crouching right in front of his wife.

"I'm just a little sensitive right now, Mom. "

"You are not God, nor are you an angel gifted with only one feeling and one duty. You can lie to others but not yourself!" Hans looked at the round eyes that were currently glazed glass in front of him.

"I'm your husband, Zoy. Whether we accept it or not, but the reality is like that. At least I can be a friend you can trust, " Hans continued by holding Zoya's little shoulder.

"Trust me, don't keep everything yourself! it's gonna be a time boom." Hans grabbed Zoya's tiny body in his arms. Suddenly, Zoya's cry exploded. Like there's nowhere to spill everything that's stifling.

The small hand gripped firmly on Hans' back, even his sobs that it became a bit of a worry for Hans, but Hans let it go for some time, it might have been too long that Zoya kept a lot of the flavor that made her sad.

Almost fifteen minutes Zoya cries in Hans' arms, Zoya herself does not notice. Hans is like giving a comfortable place, warm embrace of her husband makes Zoya spill all that brings her feelings sad. A hard life after his father's departure for good. Any scorn, scorn that can only be swallowed without having to be able to protest. Even his love that has run aground makes its own sadness, a less qualified social status sometimes makes someone feel down in many ways.

"Silence, Zoya! " Still patting Zoya on the back, Hans tried to calm his wife's sobs.

"I'm sorry, Mom. My attitude is too much."

"Zoya, listen to me. Do not get used to keeping everything yourself. You have the right to do whatever you think is right. " Hans framed the cabi's cheek with both palms. She wants Zoya to be more open. I don't know, the sense of belonging and relating to the girl in front of him was lingering without him knowing when it came.

Seriate.....