The Secret of Zoya's Love

Fun Worship( Extra Part)

Zoya squirmed lightly as she blinked her eyes. Landing he got up when he realized that this was not the room he used to occupy.

"Mas... Mrs Hans!" call Zoya and go out of the room looking for her husband. The house downstairs looks lonely. The ornamental clock that stood upright in the middle room also showed at half-ninepm.

"Oh Allah I have not Salat Isha." murmured Zoya, but she was still searching for Hans's whereabouts.

When he got to the back of the house, Mama Shanti was seen still sitting in the rear gazebo accompanied by Bi Muna. They used to chat after the house was done and before the break.

"Where is Hans?" asked Zoya to approach her mother-in-law.

"It seems to have accompanied Ale to sleep" replied Mama Shanti. He was surprised by both. If it wasn't Hans who found it, yeah... Zoya is looking for him.

After getting information from Mama Shanti, Zoya chose to pray Isya first in order to feel calmer.

After performing the Isya Prayer, Zoya sets out to find Hans. He went back into the main house. Actually she remembered that tomorrow there was a quiz, but her growing belly made her reluctant to study. This time the lazy beat him.

Zoya smiled when she saw the man she had been looking for down the stairs with a blanket. Her husband was indeed a pretty attractive man even with a simple look. Again he praised the man who was currently looking at him and threw a smile.

"Mas, why bring a blanket?" zoya asked as Hans reached the bottom of the stairs. Zoya still looked at her husband in surprise. Instead of answering, Hans immediately embraced his wife to their new room, which was originally the guest room.

"In the meantime, we're going to sleep here" Hans said by putting the thick blanket on the bed.

"Until you give birth, you don't go upstairs." Hans looked into those brown eyes, his hands clasping Zoya's tiny shoulders. Then she opened her wife's veil.

"But, who will prepare for the needs of Mas Hans and Ale? Everything is in the upper room." asked Zoya still looking at her husband full of probing.

Notya replied, Hans instead lay down on the bed. Both of his hands were bent to become a cushion. But his gaze beckoned Zoya to sleep next to him.

The thing that Zoya hated from her husband was that his behavior always invited many puzzles that sometimes ended in silliness or something that upset her.

"From tomorrow I'll take care of myself and Ale. Mama also agreed that if you no longer climbed to the top, Mama said she would help take care of Ale." Hans continued. Before Zoya was around, she could do it. But, the tiny one had indeed become an opium that currently had to be taken off for a moment for the sake of the three, Zoya and the two junior Hans.

"What do I do, Mas?" Aside from taking care of Ale and her Husband Zoya no longer have any activities at home. Since she went to college, Mama Shanti has shown her skills in the kitchen.

"There is." Hans replied with a flirtatious glance and squinted one eye.

"Of course serve me in bed. Hahaha.it doesn't exist except." Hearing her husband's reply, Zoya hurried to leave. But, his sluggish movements due to a bulging stomach made Hans swiftly catch him.

That's right what Zoya thought before. His cool and charismatic face was just a cover. In front of him the man acted more absurdly than his daughter.

"Mas Hans, don't do this! Continuity later!" Hans managed to hug and kiss the cheek of his wife's cabi. Zoya who tried to keep her face away always failed because the two burly arms were coiled, locking firmly.

"Mas Hans, I'm pregnant." Zoya complained as her husband instead moved to the neck and gave a small bite there.

"Red, Zoy! "He rubbed his wife's neck again with a sinless smile.

"What if you're pregnant?" hans asked still staring at the red color on his wife's white neck.

"Can't do it often" said Zoya.

"Who said? Tomorrow when it's eight months and nine months it's advisable to do it often." Hans's answer made Zoya knit her eyebrows and stared intently at her husband. She suspected it was her husband's wits.

"Truly, can't you believe doctor obgyn?!" hans said by kissing his wife. He just keeps showering Zoya with kisses. On the cheeks, on the lips, on the neck and getting down makes the word urgency become a reality as well.

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"Nil, which white brother's shirt?" ask Wildan still with a towel around his waist. She had just finished her shower after exercising.

"Yes, Bang." replied Nilla who walked in a row towards the closet. She felt her husband's favorite white t-shirt already she put in the closet.

"Well, here!" Nilla found the shirt sandwiched between piles of other clothes. She handed the shirt to her husband.

"Please get her jeans too!" pinta Wildan, while wearing a T-shirt while walking to her phone that reads.

"Assalamulaikum, Ummi" Wildan said as he picked up the phone. Nilla who heard, Ummi's name immediately turned his head. The word 'Ummi' was like a terrible thing to that woman.

Nilla went back to looking for jeans that became her husband's favorite while relaxing. Nilla pulled the pants and turned to hand them to her husband.

"Astagfirullah, Bang." Nilla gasped in shock as the tall, strapping body was already standing behind her.

"Eh, that,..." Nilla did not continue her sentence.

"We are husband and wife, Nile. Brother wants to wear pants in front of you is also not a sin." Wildan said with a smile to see the face of his wife who has been blushing.

"You, you want to come with Brother? I'd like to see Brother's friend, nice place, lo!" bargain Wildan, considering Nilla never walked the road. Sometimes he wants to take his wife to enjoy the atmosphere outside.

"You are, Bang."

"Oh yeah, Bang. Did you call Ummi?" Wildan stopped combing his hair, he then turned to his wife and walked over to her.

"Yes, why?" wildan asked by pinning his wife's son's hair behind his ear.

"Bang, I'm worried about my situation. Maybe, Ummi can't take it, Bang. Bang, what if I can't get pregnant? Will you remarry as Ummi suggested?" Nilla poked Nilla with various questions that made her heart uneasy.

"Huss....!" Wildan put his index finger on his wife's lips then smiled and hugged the small body that looked unsettled.

"Bang, are we programming a baby tube." Nilla's anxiety made the woman think in that direction.

"We work and pray first. Maybe God asked us to be patient first." still stroking the arm of the woman who is now leaning on his body Wildan continued to explain.

"If you marry again, insyallah it is not the only way. And you are sure, you cannot afford to be fair. Sayyidah Aisyah was once jealous of Sayyidah Khadijah, it was Rasullullah. What about an ordinary human brother?"

"But, what if I can't get pregnant, Bang?" Nilla stared at her husband's shady face with glassy eyes.

"Don't say that, again! Have patience and trust, and Allah will give you the best. If only to get the descendants of Abang married again, Insyallah it is not an option, Brother. After all we haven't had a year of marriage, maybe God gave us a chance to date first." Wildan explained. For the baby tube program has not crossed Wildan's head, although some scholars allow as long as the egg and cell****** from the married couple. But, Wildan still wanted to enjoy being with his wife.

"Unless, Brother is willing to marry again, aka marriage, child problems can make an excuse." tempt Wildan made Nilla hit her husband's back. Wildan smiled when he saw the half-smiling face on his wife's pretty face.

"Abang loves you, Nile." said Wildan then anchored his kiss on Nilla's thin lips. The lips she always wanted for her to taste sweet.

"Bahala, lo, Nile. Especially if it's up to that scrumptious favor." tempt Wildan. Getting married makes the man more free to explore his feelings for his wife.

"Had just wanted that brother." replied Nilla with a blush smile.

"Come, get ready for the hunt late!" wildan said by shuffling his wife's hair.

"Wait a minute, yeah, Bang! " pinta Nilla then tiptoed to kiss her husband's cheek before she ran into the bathroom.

"She has merit." cried Nilla before closing the door.

Wildan just smiled looking at his wife's spoiled attitude. The nature of the jutek at once spoiled that makes Wildan more loving.

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Morning sun that already looks bright shining. But, Kyara was still reluctant to leave the room. Today there's no trial, today it's just going to go to Hans' office. It will be late in the afternoon when office hours are almost complete.

"Tok. "

"Yes, come in! " kyara shouted as she heard her bedroom door knock.

Indrawan walked closer to his daughter who was still under the blanket.

"Ra, Daniel's coming to pick you up soon!"

"I mean, Papa?" Kyara was shocked when her papa told her everything.

"Yes, he tried to call your phone but it's off. Later in the day there will be the inauguration of the hospital owned by his extended family. He wants you to accompany him to the show." Obviously Mr. Indrawan, Kyara immediately grabbed his phone. He turned off his phone before going to sleep.

"Hope you won't let Papa down, because Papa made sure to Daniel that you're going to the show."

"But... " Not yet Kyara responded to his papa sentence, Mr. Indrawan had walked out of the room first.

"Papa." complains Kyara.

The girl bowed lethargic. She understands if Doctor Daniel is paying attention to her, but her little heart is still on Rey.

It's been half a year more distance and time separating them. Kyara, also does not want to wish more on the man has disappeared from her life. But, to accept Doctor Daniel as someone special Kyara still can't. Kyara is indeed a girl who is idealistic enough to determine her feelings.