The Secret of Zoya's Love

Suddenly Crazy(Extra Part)

"You know what, he said Mr. Wildan was married?"

" Cooked, anyway? Yesterday I saw Mr. Wildan close to Ms. Indira. Is she really married to Miss Indira?"

"Not knowing either, anyway. The news has spread, but it's still confusing the truth."

"Emang being the same as Ms Indira? Mending is just like me. "

"Snow, lu!"

For a moment they laughed at one of the girls who was expecting the idol figure.

"Eh yesterday anyone saw a student coming home with him? "

"Basak yes, anyway? "

The chatter of the six girls was earthy to each other echoing in the ears of Nilla who was behind them. They walked together after leaving the class.

The silent Nilla only listened to the girls gossip about her husband. He immediately grabbed his phone from the bag.

[Bang, I'm waiting near the photocopier on the east side of campus]

After sending a message to her husband. Nilla sped up her footsteps leaving the group of gossiping students.

Some thoughts crossed his mind. A new age this time his confidence shrunk a little. Yesterday Mayra was a hafizhoh, the daughter of the owner of a boarding school, now a Lecturer. Nilla was very discouraged. How is he just a student?

Nilla continued to accelerate her steps so that she would arrive first in front of the photocopy before Wildan arrived first.

"Tin.. tin.

make Nilla look. Wildan's Pajero had stopped behind him.

Without hesitation he immediately opened the car door and sat down next to the steering wheel. His head leaned back by adjusting the breath that had been hunting.

"Why, Honey?" investigate Wildan by reapplying his car.

"Eat already? " he continued again because he had not received an answer from his wife.

"Bang, why did you choose me to be Brother's wife? Brother must know, right, if many are hoping to be brother's wife?" This time Nilla went straight to the point. Wildan just smiled at his wife.

"No one forces a soul mate. You just avoid Abang, block the number Abang, the end of the end is also married to Brother."

"That's what I married, right? " press Nilla to justify.

"Hehehe but you love, don't you, same brother?" wildan asked Nilla down, her face blushing even as she bit her lower lip in embarrassment. No want - No want, the tip does not want to reject the charm of a Wildan Yusufi.

"Have you prayed Ashar, Nile? " ask Wildan breaking the silence between them.

"Already, Bang. It was at the change of class." replied Nilla.

Without asking any more, Wildan turned his car around in a cafe. Nilla, turning her head towards her husband, her gaze demanded an explanation.

"I'm sure you haven't had lunch" Wildan said.

"Bang, we'll be home soon." said Nilla reminded.

"Don't know, it's not continuous, we eat out together." Wildan got out of the car, and so did Nilla. The man approached his wife who still seemed hesitant to enter.

"Bang, is Nilla's cooking less suitable on your tongue? " ask Nilla by stopping her steps while near the bench for which they are sitting.

"It's not so, honey! " wildan answered by framing his wife's face with both palms. Nilla, looks awkward to realize if they are still in a public place.

"What is like this? Actually Bang Wildan." Inner Nila.

"Abang doesn't want you to eat late. If fasting is fasting, if not fasting you must eat." he replied with a meaningful smile. Still holding Nilla, Wildan brought his wife in.

After ordering food, they then chose a comfortable seat. To Wildan, Nilla changed a lot, his wife seemed awkward in her attitude.

"Nil, what's wrong with you?Brother feels you're always awkward in front of brother." Wildan stuck out a hand holding his wife's small hand. Nilla was silent for a moment, she was regulating her breathing and her heart that was beating was no longer because of it.

"Bang, Nilla feels guilty to Brother, Nilla has often been rude to Brother, even though Brother is always patient to face Nilla. Nilla also felt unworthy for Brother." Nilla. He was unable to look into my eyes that were currently staring at him so deeply.

"Abang loves you, Brother also likes the old Nilla. Nilla always expressed her thoughts. That's one side pulling you in your eyes." Wildan's words, make Nilla look up. Yes he looked into the eyes of the handsome face in front of him to discover the truth.

"Yes, we get married not just in a matter of time. We are married forever. Don't limit yourself to being yourself. It will only be a protest for yourself."

That smile rose from the tiny lips on that pretty face.

"The first time we were brothers was always avoiding me. In fact, I feel like you never loved me."

"I'm just a runaway feeling of disappointment Brother. Only my brother's attention always greeted me to stay afloat."

"But when I'm away, you're always getting closer, making me feel like I'm being played, Bang."

Wildan smiled, his gaze so tempting Nilla. The woman wearing the veil of pasta color was made wrong with her gaze.

"That baby's a normal guy, baby. If we meet often, maybe you won't be able to bear to see your beauty." Wildan explained by pinching his wife's nose. Of course, for him there was no dating. He considered his commitment with Nila indirectly to crush the fierce girl.

The two of them clenched their chins in front of the dead television. Ale, who could read and write, sent a message to his father to quickly go home.

[Pa, hurry home! ]

A slightly anxious Hans got a message from Ale rushing to go home. She was so worried about Zoya. Ever since Zoya's content grew, anxiety haunted the man.

Arriving home, Hans immediately ran in search of the two women who had always been his priority.

"What's wrong?" his steps stopped when he saw his son and wife still mute with still supported chin.

"What's wrong? Why ask Papa to come home so soon?" Hans, who was always worried about his wife, looked panicked. His face of both women was also not as cheerful as usual.

"Father, said Mama, Adek baby again want to see Kak Ale battle with Papa" Ale replied by pulling his papa arm to sit between them.

"Battle what?" Hans could still understand the meaning of the words from his daughter.

"Papa's Battle Dance. Earlier when Mama picked up Ale at the dance venue, she said she wanted to see Papa and Kak Ale battle dance." explained Ale at length so that her papa would no longer ask. Hans who heard it just smashed his lips. It doesn't really matter. The sentence was eager to be uttered, but still held back.

"Really, Zoy? " Hans still thinks it's the wits of Zoya and her daughter.

"He-em." Zoya replied with a nod.

"Ih... Papa does not believe. You don't want to eat, Pa!" continued Ale.

"Really, Zoya?" the investigation again still does not believe.

"He em." Zoya replied still not excited.

"Papa, si. No confidence." protested Ale who felt distrusted by his papa.

"I can't dance, lo." Hans was getting confused, he could not ngedance at all if only to sing might still be able. The man made sense to avoid his wife's request.

"You're lying, aren't you, Zoy? After the first trimester there was no cravings." Elak Hans, still trying to avoid. He wasn't sure it was a real cravings either.

"Mas Hans won't?" ask Zoya softly. The man then shook his head. Because, he only considers it Zoya's wits to work on it. Where is there a cravings model soan? Thought the man.

She looked at Zoya with a lethargic face leaving her in front of the TV. If, the room where he went, he was sure his wife was lashing. She still saw Zoya a distant place, the woman wiped her eyes before opening the door of her room.

"Did he really want it? But, I also don't do dance." Hans was still struggling with his thoughts. Between obeying and not.

"Papa, if Mama doesn't want to eat, two adek Ale don't want to go out?" ale asked, the puffed-up hand shaking his papa's hand.

"Well, you don't want to eat?" Hans again asked Ale who was standing next to him.

"Ale has persuaded Mama, let two adek Ale quickly out. But, Mama just shook her head." explained Ale. She did have time to persuade her mother to eat, as Zoya persuaded her to eat as she sulked.

Hans took Ale into the room. Zoya is covered in a thick blanket. Fix, Zoya is crashing. Hans has memorized that.

"Honey, I'll do it with Ale" Hans said as he sat next to his wife lying on his back.

"really? " Zoya turned his head, Hans just saw the beautiful twinkle of his wife who had disappeared.

"But that's what you ate?" pinta Hans stroked the wet cheek with her palm.

" Mama's sister Ale asked for her hairband, yes!" pinta Zoya blinds the boy immediately to his room to pick up a hair tie.

Hans folded his shirt sleeves preparing to do something he never imagined. Yes, not even imagined.

"Mama, this?" Ale showed off five hairbands made of rubber.

"Yes dear." Zoya Ale's answer approached.

"Mas Hans is slightly down!" Pinta Zoya but the man can't keep up

"Make what? " ask Hans.

"I'll tie Mas Hans's hair" Zoya replied without a burden, while Hans glared in shock at his wife's remark.

"Your path, Zoy." Hans growled, his tone still filled with emphasis. For him this is outrageous.

Zoya silently looked at Hans who was already emotionally ignited. Hans stood up, but still returning Zoya's gaze, the man could see that the eyes were already glazed with a wailing face in front of him. She was rubbing her hair trying to ease her emotions.

"I'm not forcing, Mas Hans." Lirih Zoya then put the rubber band back. Hans looked at the two women in turn. Ale was also speechless looking at him, like a gaze of supplication.

"Well, you can do it."

"Eee hurrah. " Ale shouted in excitement when he heard the shrill voice of his papa. Hans started to bend his body in front of Zoya. The five-pointed short hair was tied up accordingly.

"Thank you, Mas." said Zoya, holding her shoulder for a moment, and she landed a kiss on Hans' cheek. At the very least, it slightly cooled his almost explosive emotions.

When he saw his reflection in the mirror, his heart wanted to curse. He looks like a crazy guy. Well, this was the first time he had suddenly gone crazy and it was for the sake of his son and wife. As the curse in her heart wanted to explode, she again stroked her cheek where Zoya landed her kiss. Of course, so that he feels more patient.

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