The Secret of Zoya's Love

Shared Time(Extra part)

In the car as they drive home. Several times Hans's eye glances were caught off guard by Zoya. Zoya laughs at her husband's behavior. Not usually Mas Hansnya it makes it baper.

"It looks like something's happened." Finally Zoya's voice broke the silence between them.

"He he he... You're smart now, Zoy." Hans pinched his wife's chin.

"Mas Hans's.... Look road!" Zoya again warned, as Hans turned his head towards her in the state of the road ahead began to look crowded.

"In school again the same husband and in-laws the goal is also to add pinter." continued Zoya again. Some aspects of Zoya have changed.

"Ha ha ha. " Hans immediately laughed. Sometimes Zoya's answer does leave her astonished. Like not Zoya, although the rhythm in her sentence still sounded meek.

"Then, in the village if there was a girl who went to college and she was always on the lips. He said what high school girls do later is also the end in the kitchen." Zoya still told me with a look of laughter considering the scorn of the people in her village towards the girls who were in college. For some villagers, after college must be an employee. If not, they think it is a loss.

"Continue." sidelines Hans who wants to know the extent of his wife's thinking.

"Didn't college look for science? Not looking for money or a job. Strange enough, if after college their demands, just a round of being what?"

"Dimodalin just a little bit, you're pinter, yeah. Haha." Hans laughed again. His hand held his wife's hand. She believes that Zoya will be a wise mother for her children. At this time his wife had made him comfortable to just exchange ideas. Unlike the first one he saw. Zoya is just a shy, innocent girl.

"But baby, you're also getting chatty" Hans continued by pinching Zoya's gnarled cheek.

The black Mercy veered in the house that stood gallantly among the ranks of the houses in the complex.

"Mr...! " tele shouted as she saw Zoya open the main door. The boy immediately hugged Zoya until Zoya stopped her steps for fear of falling.

"Yesterday, careful. Mama brought two of your sister-to-be" Hans said by ruffling his daughter's hair and passing it.

"Hae's two younger sisters, how are you today?" asked Ale by kissing her Mama's stomach.

"Ma, Ale also wants to attend Mama's college just like the junior duo in mama's stomach." pinta Ale, she also wants to know what adult school looks like.

"Junior? " ask Zoya while carrying Ale walking towards the living room.

"Kan, Papa used to say junior Hans? "answered Ale still walking by holding his mother's hand.

Zoya puts her bag on the sofa, then she sits on the carpet next to Ale. The boy immediately struggled on the small body of his mother. Every now and then, she landed kisses on her two sisters who were still in the stomach. Like venting his kangen taste for not meeting Zoya all day.

"Hae's two younger siblings Brother Ale. Who do you look like? Papa, Mama or Sis?"

"Like Brother Ale yes. Ale is beautiful." Ale was still talking to his sister who was in the stomach. Her ears which she faced towards her mother's stomach demanded to hear the answers of her two younger siblings.

"Like Papa all." said Hans who emerged from the kitchen. He wished his son was a boy.

"Zoy, will?" tanya Hans brought two boiled eggs and a few pieces of apples and oranges, complete with a glass of water on the tray. He purposely brought it to Zoya.

"I want to, too, Pa?" The boy immediately welcomed the presence of his father who was sitting below.

"I see you're tired and lemes. The hungry, right? " ask Hans by feeding a piece of apple into Zoya's mouth.

"Papa, Mama bribed Ale no." protested Ale with a sullen face towards her Papa.

"Oh here unfortunately Papa, here Papa bribe!" goda Hans waved his hand for the puffer boy to approach. Ale stepped over his mother's feet to scatter towards his papa who was ready to catch him.

Zoya only smiles when she sees the two people getting along. In fact, she hoped that if the twins were born, her husband could share his love fairly.

Hans took his daughter and fed her piece by piece the fruit she had just brought.

"Zoya, don't eat the yolk!" hans Pinta. When looking at Zoya's stomach that already looks big, Hans began to often remind to regulate the intake of his wife.

When he got home, Hans wanted to talk about Zuri to his wife. But, she undoes her intentions when she sees Zoya taking her fatigue off. In addition there are also still Ale who want to spend time together . Hans didn't want to ruin their company with the office.

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"Don't you want to go home to see Abah and Ummi? " Nilla's starting to remind Wildan. Ummi once told them, if there is a holiday to take a moment home.

"Friday and Saturday are holidays, Bang!" nilla said while putting warm ginger root for her husband on a small table where they spent their free time. Wildan pulled Nilla's arm to sit nearby on a thin foam, under a sofa that was near the fish pond they spent free time with.

"You want to go home?" Wildan asked his wife again by putting down the book he had just read. If Nilla wanted to go home, maybe she would choose to stay at Nilla's parents' place.

"I have a lot of work, Bang. I'll practise soon." Nilla is always focused on college, his ideals are not grandiose. He just wants to be a teacher.

"Then my brother will accompany you here. You can't leave yourself at home." Wildan clutched a small body nearby. Her hand pulled the new Nilla to lean on her body.

"I don't want my brother's relationship with the big family to stay away just because of me" said Nilla, who already felt Wildan away from his extended family. Not only Nilla, Wildan also knew that his family could not accept his wife with all their heart.

"Not away, beautiful brother. But, you just chose the right time" Wildan said then kissed the top of his wife's head. He did not want Nilla to feel discouraged.

Wildan deliberately gave his small family distance to his extended family. He was not ready if something happened that could offend each other. They are a part of him especially Ummi and his wife.

The man again remembered Ummi's demands to immediately give momongan. But, Wildan himself felt his marriage was still a corn, they still enjoyed their closeness. After all, Nilla was his choice even now it was his responsibility. He would not let his wife be sad.

What about Ummi?

Umm Maryam is her mother. Number one in his life. Although according to him the thought of Ummi Maryam is not right. But, he had to find a good and proper way to reject the direction of Umminya's thinking.

"I love you, Nile. Your happiness will also be accountable to God. Pray for Brother to always be guided." Wildan's sentence suddenly made Nilla look up at his handsome face. His heart was showered with thousands of colorful flowers. Those words sounded soothing to the recesses of his heart.

Nilla hugged the body of the field, she leaned her head as if just her husband was the right place to lean and share.

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