The Secret of Zoya's Love

Love Makes Stupid(Extra Part)

"Let's say, I'm a normal guy who also has an orgasm. If I could hold back all this time. But not for now." Wildan turned around. Leaning his body towards the already panicked Nilla. The more he dodged, the smaller body fell on the bed to make Wildan's chance to touch it more easily.

"Don't forget to pray!" lirih Nilla, her voice sounded vibrating with her hands holding Wildan's chest.

Although not answering. But, the man who had buried his face in the nape of his wife also muttered a prayer. Gently Wildan began to fondle his wife. Although, this was the first time for both but Wildan was able to lead well. The combination of instinct and a book he had studied made him so master the game in bed.

"Slow, slow!" pinta Nila in a soft tone, both of her hands were already gripping the bedsheet firmly because they had felt a little pain.

"Hold a minute, yeah!"

After giving that answer. Wildan threw his possessions at his wife until a screech could be heard in their room. Not only that, the two corners of Nilla's eyes had already shed tears.

With a slow and rhythm to be able to take each other pleasure they end it at exactly eleven p.m.

"Thank you, Nile." said Wildan, kissing his wife's face, closing her eyes even though she wasn't sleeping. Her bones felt limp all after the double unification done by her husband.

"I'm sorry, Bang. I can't please Brother." Nilla said as she opened her eyes to look into her husband's eyes. There is a lack of confidence when remembering how passive he is in bed.

Wildan just smiled, "You're the best, baby." replied Wildan, with a kiss back on his wife's moist face. He's very happy. His hard-to-penetrate possessions and his wife's tears led Wildan to believe he was the first man to have his wife's crush.

"Honey, where are you going?" ask Wildan who rose up when he saw his wife was awake.

"I'm hungry, Bang." replied Nilla slightly shifting her seat to the edge. The lower part is still painful with leg bones that feel powerless.

"Darling, wait for Brother!" Wildan immediately walked around to Nila who would stand up.

"Ouch... " Nilla almost lost her balance if Wildan did not immediately grab and hold her body.

"Astagfirullah, Nile. Come on, help me!" Wildan immediately carried Nilla into the bathroom. He felt pity as well because he had demanded Nilla compensate for his game at the final tempo of their unification.

Just by wearing boxer Wildan's pants prepare a cup of warm chocolate. While waiting for Nilla to finish cleaning herself, she also had time to bake bread with cerres and cheese in it.

"Darling, hard to finish?" wildan asked as he saw Nilla standing at the bathroom door.

The man brought a tray of warm chocolate and bread into the room and placed it on the nightstand. The disappearance of the thick blanket made my eyes catch a lot of blood spots on the light blue bed sheet. Again, it made Wildan smile. There is pride in the man for having his wife.

"Bang, my head is dizzy!" Seen Nilla shook her head, her hands were already resting on the door frame to hold her to stand.

With quick steps, Wildan approached his wife and carried her back to bed, albeit still with the same bedsheet, their former struggle.

"When you eat this first, huh?" Wildan thrust out the tray he had just brought from the kitchen.

"So you haven't eaten in the afternoon?"wildan's search answered Nilla's nod. He had already memorized his wife's habits.

For a moment he was stunned to look at his wife who took a sip of warm chocolate, maybe since long ago he had loved Nilla. When he was still chasing Zoya. It's just that he didn't notice. Knowing so many little things about the girl and looking for her in her troubled heart is now a re-review of her feelings.

"Don't get used to eating late! If the money you gave me is less, just say it."

"Battle first, we'll start eating outside. " Wildan rubbed Nilla's hair before she went to the bathroom. There was a sense of happiness in the man's heart.

Nilla stared at her husband's back until he disappeared. Wildan is a caring and loving person. Long ago, when they were friends. He always had lunch on his bike. In fact, sometimes he deliberately ordered go food to send batagor or siomay during holidays to his boarding house. The man knew that his wife's pocket money was not enough to eat three meals a day.

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"Honey, the bike is good isn't this? " asked Hans when Zoya had just come out of the bathroom. Hans shows Zoya a Honda Retro bike that has made her fall in love.

"Yes good, Mas." replied Zoya with a glance at her for a moment. His hands were still busy combing his long, wet hair. In a moment, Zoya intends to go downstairs to make milk.

"Buy it, Zoya! " hans' pinta makes Zoya look at him questioningly.

"Mas Hans, don't you think there's a bike?" Zoya tries to remind if there are still motorcycles that are rarely used.

"Darling, that's an old bike. This is the latest model, lo. Let your husband be cool!" In front of the mirror Hans hugged his wife to seduce her. Both hands were coiled on her petite body. He continued to whine like a toddler who wanted a toy.

"It's a limited edition, lo." Hans tried to explain once more to convince his wife. Not only a hug, she also showered Zoya with a kiss, making Zoya even seem uncomfortable with her husband's behavior.

"Mas Hans, ah!" Zoya Protest.

"If you want, the old bike is sold first, just bought a new motorbike" said Zoya. Makes Hans break his arms.

"Don't, Zoy! It's a memory motor." Hans was already beginning to desperately look at his wife.

"Yes a memory with his ex Mas Hans, right?" Zoya grabs her headscarf then walks away leaving the hans still grinning with disappointment.

"Zoy, my ex, right, just two, not much!" Zoya did not comment on Hans' defense, but now she is more focused on going down the stairs.

"Mas, try practicing simple living! The old Mas Hans motor is also still functioning well. It's still possible for a long journey." explains Zoya

"We as parents should be able to set a simple example for our children." Zoya is still trying to give her husband some understanding.

"Come, zoy! Prestige is important in life." Hans is still trying to persuade Zoya. Under the stairs, they were still fighting each other. Hans' large hand held both of his wife's shoulders demanding approval.

"Mas, if we are only for those styles and luxurious living, we do not need to learn, no need to practice. But, if we are actually capable but still able to live simply, that is what needs practice and awareness if all belongs to God. There's nothing we can boast about."

"I want our children to become humble and humble.We as people ... "

Instantly Zoya is silenced with a kiss of the thin lips of the man in front of her. "That's a mess." Hans replied.

"Uhuk... " Mama Shanti coughed coughing as she put down her cup. His mind wanted to scream and scream. From behind his reading glasses, he saw his son******* his daughter-in-law's lips. He had seen the drama, but what made him almost dependent was Hans' sudden reaction to silence his wife.

Zoya who already knew the whereabouts of her in-laws left Hans who was glancing at her mother who was peeping. Zoya was embarrassed, her mother must have seen her."Ah...how is this." cried Zoya in inner greetings, her face blushing withstanding shame.

"Zoy. "call Hans after his wife.

"Then Hans just buy the money with Mas Hans." Zoya is already looking annoyed, she is currently in the pantry to make milk.

"Zoya, my money is only fifty million where to buy that bike! " clear Hans.

"Make a savings pet is not enough money that much." continued hans make Zoya turn. The sharp look she gave at her husband. That mouth is really shitty.

"I mean stash like a horse farm and friends." Hans swallowed his saliva violently when he mispronounced the words.

"Tomorrow we'll see the stuff, okay?" Hans is not giving up.

"Mas, what did Mas Han say if one day the motorcycle will be in hisab?" answer Zoya. He was still trying to make Hans understand the intent of his thinking.

Niar who had put the children to sleep came out of the room. Looking at her mother who was still at home glancing at the two people in the pantry, made her ask, "What the hell is it, Ma? " So she chose to sit with her mother on the dining table chair.

"Love makes a fool." Mama Shanti said. Hearing his mother's answer, Niar frowned, he did not understand what his mother was talking about.

"What do you mean, Ma? " ask Niar.

"Your grandfather. Mama was asked to buy a motorcycle with Zoya. But, Zoyanya was reluctant."

"Look at him still please kindly. Though, actually he can buy it himself." explained Shanti made Niar just understand.

"His brain suddenly disappeared in front of his wife." explained Niar who wanted to laugh at the stupidity of his sister.

"But, it doesn't matter. Mama was even happy, because Mama also trusted Zoya more than Hans." continued Mama Shanti, she looked back at the screen of her phone.

"The child is asleep? "

"Already, Ma. Ale sleeps just as big." Reply Niar who made a nickname for his eldest son with the name big brother.

Feeling bad for not greeting her mother-in-law, Zoya comes with a cup of milk and coffee. However, he still noticed the desire of the man who walked lazily tailed him.

"Zoy, did he check the contents yesterday?" ask Niar.

"Yes mbak, yesterday had swollen my legs. But thankfully after the urine test the result was negative."

"The doctor's word is just intelligence." said Hans by glancing at Zoya with a manyun face. He has not received his wife's approval. Zoya is still strong with the establishment if you want to buy a new motorbike must sell the old motorbike. Because according to Zoya, her husband's old motorbike is still good and the two Hans rarely use the motorbike.