The Secret of Zoya's Love

Great Quarrels(Extra Part)

"May sit in front of Ummi." said Umm Maryam. Sitting in front of him, that means sitting next to his son. Nilla just looked at Mayra who followed the orders of Ummi Maryam. His jaw hardened his gaze drew a sharp look at Wildan, but Wildan just winked at his wife making Nilla's heart seem to want to explode instantly because it held back emotions.

During the dinner Nilla just fell silent, even though she kept glancing at Mayra and her husband who just kept chatting. Indeed, what is discussed about the subject of education, about the book they like and sometimes Mayra asked about the education system in Cairo.

Nilla just stirred her rice. He was no longer happy to spend his dinner.

"If eating on is spent. It's not good to throw food away" Ummi said at the end of his dinner. Nilla knew that her in-laws were insinuating her. But, he already did not care even though it felt like the innuendo sounded bad in his ears.

Nilla cleaned the table after dinner. The bad mood makes Nilla leave the dishwasher in the kitchen. Besides, he was also tired. She wanted to cry, but she was still in custody.

"Is every day like this your wife's job? Never wash dishes after dinner?" Nilla heard her in-laws before entering the room.

"Perhaps, Nilla is tired of Ummi." replied Wildan. Meanwhile Ummi Maryam rose up with the aim to wash the dishes.

"Let Mayra, Ummi." said Mayra felt bad when Ummi Maryam would do the dishes.

"You just take a break, Ning. You also have to prepare yourself for tomorrow." replied Ummi Maryam as Mayra approached her near the dishwasher.

Wildan who felt bad about them also rose up, "Let Wildan alone, Ummi." replied the man.

"Well, Ummi and Ning Mayra rest. Don't make me ashamed as a host." Wildan cupped his hands together in front of his chest. That made Mayra smile at the man. The girl admired the man who was now standing in front of her. Several conversations made Mayra sure Wildan was a gentle and insightful man.

Wildan's words succeeded in getting Mayra and Ummi into the room. While Wildan did take care of the kitchen and dishwashing. After the kitchen was clean, he immediately went into the room looking for his wife.

Nilla was standing by the window with both hands holding the trellis. His mind raged between anger and sadness.

"Nil, that's not how it works. Brother, you know you're angry. But, your attitude is disrespectful towards Ummi." said Wildan approached Nilla.

"Keep me what? Seeing you share laughter. Brother doesn't know how I feel." Nilla replied as she turned around, facing her husband.

"They're our guests, Nile. We should have treated them well." replied Wildan.

"Why not just stay at a hotel? They'll get a pretty good service." Nilla interrupted with a stupid period.

"He's Ummiku, he's my parents, Nile!" sahut Wildan with a high voice.

"What kind of parent brings another girl into his child's household? You know agam ...."

"Nilla." Wildan snapped with one hand. He almost slapped his wife, and then he used his hand to rub her face violently.

"Just hit!" challenge Nilla with tears that continue to drip between her stern gaze towards her husband. His heart felt squeezed when it snapped it echoed in his ears, especially when Wildan who almost slapped it made his heart feel like it was pierced with thousands of daggers.

When the eyes that were filled with water were staring at him full of anger, Wildan felt guilty. He did not mean to be rude to his wife. But, Nilla who continued to talk badly about his umminya made his emotions even more so.

"I'm sorry, Nile." said Wildan as his hand touched his wife's face. But, Nilla's little hand nimbly brushed it off.

"Don't touch me!" reject Nilla, then she turned to face the window, her hands resting on the trellis. Her crying exploded instantly. Really, he felt this was very painful.

"Certify me! You can choose a woman who can give you a child, Bang." He managed to stop the stuffing but not with tears that kept dripping.

"Nil, it's not like that..."

"Don't touch me!" nilla screeches back, as Wildan tries to touch her shoulder. His emotions are still burning. Wildan could only weakly drop his hand, staring at his wife's tearful eyes in anger.

Wildan just kept staring at his wife from behind. He was wrong, he should have understood Nilla's harsh character. He will fight even more when he gets harsh treatment. But, when it took her heart gently, Nilla would quickly melt away.

Throughout the night, the two were unable to sleep due to their feelings. Wildan's guilt on his wife, made the man look at his wife several times. While Nilla was still crying, her heart still hurt. This is the first time Wildan has ever banged him. In fact, she thought further about what she would do if their marriage were to end.

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Zoya asks Aini, to help her walk down the steps she will be going through to leave the administrative office. Zoya has just finished the administration of the leave permit, although it feels a pity but Hans' assertiveness this time can not be swayed again with his appeal.

"Can we talk to each other for a minute?" the sound surprised Zoya. Zuri was now standing nearby.

"About what?" ask Zoya.

"Yesterday's problem." replied Zuri still with a smile.

"All right, let's talk in the cafeteria" said Zoya, but Aini's hand tried to hold her back. Aini noticed Zuri's appearance that**** with brown dyed hair. Zoya, who understood her friend's worries, blinked her eyes, hinting that everything would be fine.

The two women sitting opposite each other were silent for a moment. Until Zuri finally spoke.

"I'm sorry for what happened yesterday!" zuri broke the silence between the two. But, Zoya still stares at the girl who takes her eyes off whenever she is caught staring at Zoya.

"And thank you, I still care about how I feel" she continued, not getting a reaction from Zoya.

"I don't care about you! I only care about a woman's feelings." replied Zoya, this time Zuri looked at the tiny woman whose beauty made her giggle inwardly.

"Whatever it is thank you."

They fell silent, Zoya herself did not know what she was going to have to say to the girl.

"I hope nothing like this ever happens again! Self-esteem is something of priceless glory in man. It's a pity that someone would trade it for money or just satisfaction."

"I'm not advising you! I can't be a good person either. But at least it reinforces my own principles." said Zoya with a glaring gaze staring into the street. It was true that sentence was indeed not only he aimed at the girl who was currently staring at him deeply. But, to always be a principle whatever happens in his life.

"You are not only beautiful, your heart is also good. It's only right if Mr. Hans loves you so much!" said Zuri, his hand held by Zoya made Zoya turn towards him. Zuri's eyes condensed, she felt even worse. What he relies on if his self-esteem is already a pawn. Yes, his heart was more crying than the tears that gathered in his eyes.

"Beauty is not a measure to make people sincere in love, Ma'am." Zoya's flat voice is now starting to sound soft. He felt pity as the girl looked sad in front of him.

"The fact is, many of them are beautiful but unlucky in their love story." Zuri.

As he got out of his car, Hans accidentally saw his wife sitting with a girl. He knew her very well, Zuri did have a different aura. His looks always make him look different.

The man ran off the ridge, approached his wife. She is afraid that Zuri will hurt Zoya.

"You want to find Zoya?" hans said that arrived standing near Zoya. His face looked cold with both hands holding his wife's shoulders.

"Sorry sir, I just want to thank your wife" said Zuri who stood up while answering Hans's question.

"Be careful if you hurt my wife and children!" Threatens Hans by pointing his index finger in front of Zuri's face.he is afraid Zuri takes revenge on Zoya.

"Mas Hans, stop. We'll just talk for a moment." Zoya lowers Hans's fingers pointing towards Zuri.

"Excuse me!" zoya pails Zuri, with little force Hans to leave the canteen.

From afar Zuri stared at the couple who looked to be guarding each other from afar. She smiled faintly laughing at him, if this moment wished that one day someone could love her like that. He feels no better than an ******. He wiped away a drop of water dripping from both corners of his eyes. Then, take his bag and leave the canteen along with a new life expectancy. He no longer wanted to work with anyone else. He will try his luck by opening his own business.

TB