The Secret of Zoya's Love

Late

"Why should Zoya be sad? You should have prepared your feelings. "he monologues with his own heart. Late in the afternoon, Zoya still survives in the hospital garden.

"What do you think of Mrs Hans Satrya Jagad? " the baritone's voice made the little girl turn her head.

Zoya turned towards the source of the voice. There Hans stood firm by putting his hands in his pants pocket.

"Mas Hans. "grepty Zoya with a smile that never left behind appeared on her lips.

Hans walked over towards Zoya, "why not enter? " asked Hans by looking at the face that was currently looking up returning his gaze.

"I'm afraid to interrupt" Zoya said calmly.

"Come, in! Ale's been waiting for you since. "said Hans then carrying the bag that Zoya had brought from home.

They walked towards Ale's room, Zoya actually felt bad if there was still Naura. Her feet stepped with doubt as she approached Ale's room, but when looking inside there was already no one but Ale, Zoya breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mama, why so long? " ask Ale as Zoya enters the room and walks towards her beloved daughter.

"Mama made Ale porridge first. Ale want to eat? " asked Zoya as if not seeing if Ale had just eaten in Naura's bribe.

"Ale just eat, Ma! " answered Ale.

"Ale is sleeping, let Ale get well, and Ale can go to school again" said Zoya, while Hans sat on the couch playing his phone. Ale was still his school spirit since he had only five days of school. Zoya was still standing on the edge of the bed waiting for Ale until the boy fell asleep again due to the influence of medicine.

The ringing sound of Zoya's phone kept ringing, the little girl approached her bag and picked up her phone near Hans.

"Assalamualaikum, Bang. "Hans looked at Zoya as he heard the nickname that was pinned after the greeting.

"(...) "

"God's coming, only I can't promise." replied Zoya.

"(...) "

"Waalaikum salam warohmatullah." answered Zoya by hanging up her phone call and choosing to sit on a sofa with Hans.

"Who? " asked Hans, without taking his eyes off his phone screen.

"Bang Wildan, who once came home with my friend Nilla. "

"What is your relationship with him? " ask Hans with his jaw already hardened.

"Friends, Mas. " Zoya begins to feel Hans's cold voice as he searches for questions about ustad that often mess with his mood.

"You sure he doesn't like you? " Zoya is just mumbling unable to answer her husband's questions.

"I'll be in the cafeteria for a minute! " says Hans then rushes to leave Zoya feeling annoyed. He feels an emotion that makes it hard to talk about the man with Zoya.

Hans was still stirring his new coffee coming, the man felt like he wanted to keep swearing. He had never felt such a bad feeling, such an indistinct emotion and upset.

"Sial ..what is possible because I can't vent my resentment until it forms an emotion of its own? " his grunts tried to understand the feeling that was currently exploding in his chest. It was very desirable that he eliminated many questions in his brain but the question about the young ustadz was instead developing in his brain. Are they often related? Are they often arranging meetings out there? How far is Zoya's relationship with ustadz? It seemed that he really could not control all the thoughts that he could not find the answer to. But, it was impossible to ask that directly to Zoya. Isn't it up to him to be in touch with anyone and it's up to me to be in touch with anyone because this marriage is limited to status. His uncontrollable brain work made it harder for Hans to control his emotions.

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Zoya herself understood that her husband did not want to see her. But, he was still trying to act ordinary, even though his heart was feeling very sad.

"Tomorrow as usual you will be escorted by Mr. Dino, but I will pick you up. Because the other car will be serviced, "Hans said when he passed Zoya near the stairs, without waiting for a response from Zoya the man immediately sauntered into the workspace. Zoya herself then chooses to enter Ale's room. The girl did not understand what mistake suddenly made her husband cold to her.

"What's wrong with me, O God. "he murmured inwardly, she was still confused as to why her husband was acting that way. Perhaps, tomorrow she would ask her husband that. Currently, Zoya chose to lay down her body near Ale, only the bully boy was able to give a sense of happiness even though just watching him sleep. "Darling, you'll still be your little angel. Although Mama did not give birth to you. "murm Zoya muttered with a look and stroked Ale's puffed cheeks. There is a feeling that binds Zoya with the girl.

In a quiet room, behind a desk he could only snort in annoyance. It was hard for him to focus on what he was currently doing. Yes, just this time he felt emotions that were hard for him to name and he understood.

"Argghhh....! " he shouted by restoring his hair with the fingers of his two hands. Hans chose to go back to his room, he thought his brain needed to be rested.

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Hans tries to call Zoya's phone but does not pick up. He was getting annoyed by his wife. Naura's arrival for a consultation and bringing her lunch made Hans forget that this afternoon, she had to pick up Ale and Zoya.

The man immediately snatched his car keys, and then walked out of his room. By glancing at the watch that had sped up on his wrist that showed at four in the afternoon, Hans chose to slide straight home to see if his wife and son had returned.

Hans parked his car haphazardly after reaching the courtyard of the house. He entered the house with a small run. The atmosphere of the house still seemed quiet, Hans increasingly speeding his steps to reach Ale's room, but still empty.

Lalaki was more confused, in return to date, but when he was about to open the door of the house he saw Zoya coming down from a black Fortuner car.

His emotions began to ignite, but he still tried to wait for his wife inside the house.

It felt like he could not wait for Zoya who was seen walking with Ale to enter the house.

"Show shocked Zoya was when she opened the door Hans was already standing in front of the door.

"Where are you from? Why not pick up the phone? " asked Hans sounding cold. Zoya could feel her husband harbouring anger towards her.

"Ale go in the room first! " zoya said he didn't want Ale to see his papa's anger.

"Who brought you? " Hans seemed to be impatiently looking for Zoya with many statements.

"Bang Wildan, Mum! Sorry, I forgot to bring my phone. "

"Dare to throw you out! " hans screams could be heard echoing throughout the room, Zoya tightened her hands hugging the totebag on her chest. Even Ale, stopped his steps as he was about to enter his room. The boy chose to look at the two old men near the stairs.

"Don't teach your son a wild, obscure slur. "Hans body and gaze seem to intimidate Zoya. Made the woman reverse her steps until the tiny body hit the wall.

"Mamaaaa...! " tele shouted as the boy descended the stairs hurriedly towards Zoya who looked cornered.

"Papa diabolik." Ale's words were like awakening Hans. The boy was crying and sobbing by hugging Zoya's leg.

"Mama's okay, honey. Let's get Ale changed first! " said Zoya, Then brought Ale in, while Hans opted out of the house by slamming the door.

Seriate.....