The Secret of Zoya's Love

Shortness of Breath(Extra Part)

When he saw his reflection in the mirror, his heart wanted to curse. He looks like a crazy guy. Well, this is the first time he's gone crazy and it's 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.

Music playing. A song belonging to BlackPink became Zoya's choice, of course because Ale had mastered it. The two started a movement, more precisely led by Ale. Of course it's not a battle. Hans who tried to follow Ale's movements even messed up the bully boy. Occasionally Ale shoved his papa waist as they made colliding movements. In fact, the boy had a chance to nag his papa because his papa instead damaged all movements and broke his focus.

The movements were chaotic, but Hans could see the laughter of his wife. Zoya even giggled at the sight of the two people dancing chaotically in front of her. Spending a round of songs, for Hans it was a long time. Zoya still laughed, occasionally clapping. But, to Hans this was torture. Over time the head feels dizzy because he has to keep moving sometimes spinning following the sound of music that sounds more noisy.

"My head is dizzy." Hans finally gave up on nearly finishing one song. He slammed his body on the bed.

"Papa." cried Ale with his tap off.

"I'm claustrophobic, Zoy. I'm gonna faint." she shrieked by clenching both of her eyelids. With one hand, he held her chest.

"Mas Hans's.... " Zoya looks panicked. Hans' white face was already covered in sweat that was still pouring out.

"Papa.... " In fact, Ale shouted as he watched his papa lie down with a stupefied breath. The boy immediately cried by shaking his papa's arm.

"My breath feels tight." Hans said with his breath still tight.

"I have to what? " Zoya looks so panicked, even the guilt now seems to keep yelling. He looked around looking for where his phone was. He's gonna call an ambulance.

"Sickness, tightness." Hans' moans make Zoya even more nervous.

"Hold on a moment, Mas." he said in a raucous voice, his body was already trembling.

"Artificial breath." asked Hans with a still wheezing breath. Zoya was panicking. Artificial breath alone he never did it and did not know how to do it. But her panic made her decide to try it.

"Sister Ale, face there! " let Zoya point behind her daughter.

"Come, Brother! " press Zoya once more, making the boy twist his back to them. What Zoya fears, Hans has a heart attack. This disease knows no age.

Zoya opened her husband's mouth, her body still shaking as she began to subdue him. When she pressed her lips together, Hans held her shoulders and nape, making Zoya's eyes round as Hans clenched his lips greedily. Zoya realizes it too late.

A few seconds later the page became******, until Hans let it go with a gasp.

"Mas Hans." called Zoya in a slightly raised voice and hit the arm. Ale who heard it turned his body to look at his papa who was laughing.

"Papa's fine" Hans said to his daughter.

"Papa, Ale was scared" said the boy, looking almost in tears.

"Yes, Mas Hans is outrageous." With glassy eyes Zoya showered her husband's stomach and waist with a pinch. Seeing his mama was venting his relief, Ale did not want to lose.

"Bad papa." choked the boy by hitting Hans's arm even occasionally his daughter's little punch hit him in the chest.

"I can be really sick if it is rubbed like this." Hans protested with his body wriggling squirming his body withstanding the heat and amused because of the pinch.

"I am the one who almost hangs!" lirih Zoya then lowered her head and dropped her face on the chest of the field. Ale also did not want to lose, the boy immediately lay down hugging his papa.

Hans chuckled with both hands hugging his two women. He just kept going second with a kiss.His heart was happy, two women were always worried about him.

Happiness is not expensive. Sometimes people choose to be happy in an expensive way.

"Is there anything else? Why are you hugging each other like Teletubbies?" Mama shanti's voice made the three look up. While Ale swiftly got up.

Mama Shanti who just came home from a gathering with her friend also looking for her grandchildren upstairs. Below seemed lonely, as he climbed above the door of Hans' room open. He was sure if they were spending their afternoon in the room.

The middle-aged woman approached. He was shocked when he saw his son's hair.... Ah, he himself could not comment.

"It's normal, Ma" Hans said with his rent.

"Come on, open the pigtails!" hearing his papa's orders Ale immediately stood up to open the pigtail.

"Ihhh..papa gray hair! " chanted Ale as he saw a white hair on his papa's head.

"Does it, Zoy?" Hans now leaned his head towards his wife. To seek the truth from Ale's words.

"It's just a piece of kok!" answer Zoya.

"Papa is graying Kayak Eyang." Ale was still mocking his papa making Hans pull the puffed up body and tickle it.

"Papa, too." cried Ale many times. The puffed up body continued to wriggle holding back the amused.

Zoya heads to a table, where she hides a handycam. Then he approached his mother-in-law who was sitting next to Hans.

"Let's see the dance, Papa!" zoya approached them without guilt.

"You recorded it, Zoya? " ask Hans who is answered with a smile by Zoya.

"Awas lo, if anyone finds out." Hans threatened by clenching his fists.

"Where? " Mama Shanti immediately grabbed a handycam from Zoya's hand because she was impatient with the slow movements of her daughter-in-law.

"Geez Hans.... " He could no longer comment, for which he laughed out of his lap and let out tears.

So much influence of her choice of petite woman? He can make his son crazy. He laughed until he didn't speak. Yes, his stomach felt unable to stop to shake.

"Zoya, why not make up?" His words broke off because he had not been able to stop the laughter completely.

"Already have. I'm hungry, Zoy. I haven't had lunch!" The sentence had a frenzy of expelling the three women to go to the kitchen. After the hearing, as he read the message Ale sent, Hans rushed straight home. Lately, Zoya has always seized her anxiety.

Hans looked at the three women who were walking out of the room. Somehow he was always anxious when he saw a small body with an increasingly enlarged stomach. Yes, it was only four months that Zoya's stomach was very large, different when Renita was pregnant with Ale. Four months, no one has recognized Renita's pregnancy.

"May you all be well, always be healthy. You are my world." Hans murmured inwardly. The man went to the bathroom to clean himself up.

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In a fairly large house, Zuri stared at her reflection in the mirror. The twenty-six-year-old girl was pondering her way of life.

Since when did he turn out to be like this. His disappointment in an Ark made him so wild. That innocent face was no longer the identity of his character.

Three years she became a secretary with different directors, making the girl a lot of money. A fairly luxurious house, Mini Cooper car and still a lot of money flowing in his account it is a gift from his boss who always brought himself to accompany him in for business affairs. If with Arka, his first boss he did it with love. Arka that always showered with sweet words of love made him forget that the man still bears the status of another woman's husband. Until one day their secret relationship was revealed, Arka had to make her choice. The bule-faced man apparently chose his wife, and that made him very disappointed. Her heart was so wounded that all this affected her life to this day.

He looked back at his face in the mirror. The past reminds him. Zuri looked back at her line, which always got the praise of every man. His body that can not be rejected by anyone makes him more sure if there is no man who can reject his charm. Even the household of the second boss had to run aground because of him.

Zuri, the girl with a million charms. The different thing is that he prefers other people's partners. Always put in a position between the options. His disappointment in Arka made him always want to be chosen.

TB