The Secret of Zoya's Love

Romantic(Extra Part)

"We'd better go home!" hans said when he saw Zoya had started to calmly lean on the body of the chair. His lips continued to murmur istigfar.

Besides being angry Hans could read his wife's regretful face, it might be the first time Zoya has cursed someone so dirty.

There was no answer from Zoya, the difficult emotions to decipher were still raging in her heart. There was anger, sadness and regret all mixed in. Maybe it's more appropriate for Zoya to experience 'Shock'.

Hans was still staring at Zoya, whose glaring gaze hinted that he was no longer able to express his feelings.

"Darling.." called Hans, he then clasped his wife's cold hand. In his kisses many times revealed a deep feeling.

"I feel weak." replied Zoya, her voice still softened.

"We'd better go to the doctor, okay?" hans bargained, but Zoya just shook her head. Zoya just feels like she's lost all her energy.

Hans then got up, he grabbed him and carried his wife's head to lean on his stomach.

"Bang, what now?" kyara's question, which arrived, was heard when the girl returned to her room. Kyara is no less tense. Especially when he saw Zoya who was still leaning her head on the waist of the athletic tall man. Kyara could read the restless face and the sadness between the strokes of the face.

"Sir Kyara, please take the woman home!" zoya's words made Hans stretch his arms. Then looked at Zoya questioningly. He could not guess what his wife was thinking.

"Oh yes, Ma'am." Zoya's sentence then stopped Kyara's steps and turned towards Zoya.

"Tell her, don't try to ruin my family, because I can do more than just cursing or slapping" Zoya explained, not without reason asking Kyara to drive the girl. But, she was sure that the little heart of the girl was also in pain.

"All right!" Kyara already considers Zoya and Hans as her family, so what they ask for will never be denied.

Zoya's little hands re-embraced her husband's waist, she also hid her face behind that flat belly. Hans knew for sure Zoya began to cry, the man had already memorized his wife.

How could he do more than he did today? Right now after doing everything he looks messed up.

After waiting for Zoya to calm down, Hans takes her home, not to the house anymore. But, she is going to take Zoya to the apartment because she feels she has a lot to talk about with Zoya.

In the apartment, after the office and Salat Magrib Zoya chose to sit on the balcony. He seemed to need a lot of oxygen, and the atmosphere was free to burst into a stifling sense.

Hans accidentally makes milk for Zoya, after Zoya says she has not wanted to eat. Aware of that, his attention did not escape from Zoya who was still a lot silent.

"Darling, drink first!" Hans offers a glass of milk chocolate specifically for pregnant women while in front of Zoya.

"Thank you, Mas." said Zoya then sipped a quarter of the glass and put it back on the table next to her. Hans sits down near Zoya.

Hans rubbed the corner of Zoya's lips that still left traces of milk with his thumb. He lowered his head against his forehead near Zoya's temple. It is very desirable that he can express his feelings unfortunately for the woman who is part of his life.

"I'm sorry, always putting yourself in uncomfortable situations." she said, somehow Hans' eyes warmed up. The words that sounded so deep made Zoya close her eyes feeling the pounding of her heart that was increasingly stomping incoherent in her chest.

"Trust me, I never wanted to hurt you. Because of that, I always tell you things, I try to be more open to anything with you, baby." Hans' words touched Zoya's heart. This time Hans was different. The calm atmosphere of the night made him bring out the deepest side of his feelings.

Zoya turned, until their noses touched each other. Yes, their faces were only a thin distance away even the breath of the two swept over each other.

"I've seen it myself, Mom. Actually ha I came when Zuri just entered the Mas Hans room. I'm just waiting for Mas Hans' reaction. But the girl's recklessness made me flinch, unable to hold back my jealousy. How could my husband be hugged in another woman's arms?" said Zoya, her hand slipped on the burly arm and hugged the chest of her husband's field. Hans returns Zoya's embrace and lands a kiss on the top of his wife's head.

"But, Mum... " Zoya then parses back his embrace. But Hans just knitted his eyebrows together.

"My food box, Mas. I put it on the table that was in the corner earlier." explains Zoya who remembered the purpose of her coming to the office to bring food for her husband.

"Oh God, Zoy. The food box spoils our romantic moments." hans said by kissing his wife's caby cheeks until tubed.

"Mas Hans. "it seems that Zoya is overwhelmed by her husband's actions.

"I love you, Zoy." This time he kissed his wife's soft lips. Love makes something in Zoya so special for men to want to spend the night alone.

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Kyara drove Zuri in a taxi. During the trip there was no conversation between them.

Zuri stopped the taxi, in a minimalist house designed quite modern. Kyara herself was a little stunned, as she looked at Zuri's house. Luxurious. A house that was quite luxurious for the size of a secretary.

"Please enter!" zuri said it still sounded weak.

How shocked kyara became when the girl opened the gate of her house. Minicooper. The cool car inhabits Zuri's garage makes Kyara even more curious.

"You live alone?" ask Kyara.

"Yes, I have no family" Zuri replied calmly.

"Why did you drive me? Didn't I deserve to be away." continued Zuri so flatly. That incident was nothing more than what he had previously experienced. In fact, he was once exhausted in front of many employees.

"That pregnant woman asked me." Kyara's reply left Zuri dumbfounded. Then he smiled wryly as if not believing what the girl in front of him said.

"Yes, she's too good for someone who's gonna flirt with her husband." Zuri was still speechless, she had not been able to catch the max of Kyara's words.

"He's still thinking about your feelings. You don't know that, do you?" Zuri looked at Kyara, her gaze now weakening even though she did not fully understand Kyara's intentions.

"He knows you're hurt because that's why he asked me to drive you. I can see regret in Zoya's eyes." Zuri fell silent, she bowed. His eyes were heating up, but he was still being held back. He wasn't sure anyone still cared about him.

"The pregnant woman is called Zoya. His heart is so soft that when it hurts someone he will feel hurt himself. I saw her crying, though it was hidden in Bang Hans' arms." Hearing Kyara's words, Zuri cried.

Kyara approached the girl. She hugs Zuri, As Zuri cries she believes that the girl has a human side.

"Cry for just a moment. Continue to live a much better life." - Kyara stroked the increasingly shaky shoulders. Kyara could also feel if the girl had trouble breathing due to her sobs.

"My life is like the worst. I've thrown away my feelings, I don't care what's going to happen." - Zuri, like a desperate person.

Kyara stretched her arms, she stared inside the girl in front of her. Whatwhat? That was the question he wanted to ask.

"I've had the wrong relationship. His name is Arka, he's a married man, but he always tells no more matches with his wife, even he plans to divorce. We were in a relationship, in my office as her secretary and in my night as her lover. His wife lives far away from Singapore. He gave me great hope. Until one day, it turns out he chose to let me go."

"I'm disappointed, it was the start I went the wrong way and ended up in this town just to find a new life. But, when I saw Mr. Hans I was tempted again."

"And you turned out to be the wrong person." said Kyara.

"Yes, he's different. I can't even believe it."

"Every man will praise me, compliments are common to me. I'm even a piece of opium to them. They always look for me to adore me. But, still it turns out I was just in their filler. They don't want to lose their wives but, they don't want me to get out of their beds either." Kyara gulped her saliva roughly hearing Zuri's story. His eyes then scrutinized with the details of the girl in front of him. Yes, Zuri is beautiful, her brown eyes are beautiful, her skin is clean, her lips are round and full look so sensual. Moreover, the body, Zuri is indeed very sexy, her chest plump with a slim waist and a height that is as high as ever. Kyara believes that it will be very difficult for men to reject her charm that is quite stunning.

"Ehm. um.. You don't like me, do you?" zuri asked as she caught Kyara staring at him in full search.

"No, I like someone. But you are indeed beautiful." Kyara answered honestly.

"But I'm not lucky. No one truly loves me." Zuri replied with a bitter smile.

"Other times we can tell each other. But I warned you again. Don't bother my brother! I'm the first one who'll beat you up before Zoya." Kyara said with a glance at the watch on her wrist.

"Don't worry! Thank you for listening to my story." Answer Zuri.

"I'll go home first, yeah!" pamit Kyara's.

"Emmmmm.... Can we be friends?" asked Zuri doubtfully.

"Of course, we're even friends." Kyara hugged the girl again. Zuri felt her heart come back to life when someone was no longer disgusted to befriend her.

Kyara walked out the gate. He was just about to find a taxi, but a taxi car approached him.

"Who are you again? " said Kyara who still memorized the taxi driver this afternoon.

"It just so happens, Ma'am." replied the driver by driving his car.

"No free flowers?" kanda Kyara felt familiar with the driver.

"This time, it's free." Hearing the driver's answer, Kyara was astonished. He looked at the driver again.