The Secret of Zoya's Love

The Secret of Zoya's Love

"I was worried when I found out you were missing. " Hans dropped his face on the white face below. The skin of both faces was attached with a slight soft kiss of Hans' lips on Zoya's eyelids.

"Papa, why kiss Mama's eyes? " alye's voice shocked the two. The boy looked at Zoya and Hans full of question marks, which he knew kissed it on the cheek or on the forehead. The two adults were stunned when the child who had arrived woke up looking at him.

"Let Mama not cry! " always Hans. The look on Zoya's face immediately blushed, she was like the person who caught me**m.

"Definitely Papa who made Mama cry? " Ale immediately woke up and her hand separated Hans' arm embrace from Zoya's waist. The boy always thought Hans would hurt his mother.

"Ale, whose son is this, huh? " Hans began to rent because since yesterday's incident, his daughter always considered herself bad when it came to Zoya. He again wrapped his arms around Zoya's waist, while Ale also did not want to lose, he hugged Zoya with a positive.

"Huuufffhh basic puff! " Hans pinched Ale's cheek, then got up and went into the bathroom.

Zoya glanced at the clock on the wall of the room, already at four in the afternoon, she would bathe Ale in the back bathroom only.

"Darling, Ale took a bath in the back huh? The bathroom is again in papa's use. "tawar Zoya is immediately agreed Ale. Zoya and Ale came out of the room, and her mother-in-law was sitting on the couch massaging her head.

"Mama why? " ask Zoya then approach her with Ale.

"Oma's sick? " the boy also asked about his mood. There was anxiety on Ale's face.

"Oma's head is dizzy, darling. " Hearing the sentence her father-in-law Zoya took a seat beside Shanti.

"Mama, what do you need? Zoya make ginger angel, huh? " tawal Zoya's.

"No, Zoy. Mama just wants you to be Mama's daughter-in-law, no matter what. " Shanti hugs Zoya in tears, she is afraid that Zoya will leave Hans because she thinks her son and daughter-in-law are fighting over her son's affair. Ale still looked at the confused Omanya who was hugging Zoya while crying.

"What's this about? Why is there drama crying all over? " Hans baritone voice made Shanti stretch her arms. He looked at his son full of annoyance. Hans who was still standing by putting both hands in his shorts pocket was staring at his mother who looked strangely upset.

"Mama just wants Zoya to be Mama's daughter-in-law! " santi said, her hands hugging Zoya. Like afraid Zoya will leave him.

"This mama don't hyperbole, deh! " Hans approaches Zoya, from behind Hans' big hand framing Zoya's face, then rests Zoya's head on her waist.

"Zoya will still be Mama's daughter-in-law. Yeah, right, Zoy? " Hans looked up a little face framed with his palms.then he lowered his body to give a gentle kiss on Zoya's tiny nose to make her believe that their relationship was good.

"Mama Zoya is just Ale! " The puffed-up boy immediately splashed on Zoya's lap. A sharp look was on Hans.

"Papa don't kiss Mama telus! " alley continued to protest by embracing Zoya. Zoya's reddened face was immediately bowed with embarrassment.

"really?" shanti asked with a smile on her face. The word 'telus' spoken from Ale's mouth makes Shanti think if there is no quarrel or request to separate from Zoya.

Hans saw a smile on his mother's face, he let her assume for herself. The man standing near Zoya took Ale and carried her.

"Ale, take a bath with Papa, huh? Kasian, Mama is fasting ", said Hans.

"Ale bathed herself." refused Ale.

"Yes, you shower yourself. But Papa was prepared." persuaded Hans, he perfectly understood Ale's unwilling nature to be forced.

"Why don't you pretend, Mom! But, I will keep my heart to always know myself, Mas! " murm Zoya in the heart.

Zoya's Pov

It turns out my feelings for you are starting to grow, Mas Hans. I realized it when my heart felt pain when I saw the woman holding you so tightly, that you didn't even realize you were leaving me because of your anxiety for her. Who her? I don't know, but I still see a different feeling from your eyes for that woman. He must be a special person, not just a client as usual.

My status is your wife, but I know myself, Mas. I should not expect love from you. I'm not someone with a solid education, nor am I a woman of the same class as your neighborhood. So, I won't burden you with my feelings.

I never deserved this feeling. Maybe this fate should always keep me secret my love and feelings. Not only before, but now with different people I still keep my feelings.

Author Pov's

"Zoy, for tonight, Mama asked us to stay here." Hans approaches Zoya who is cleaning up the items to take home. The initial plan after the magrib prayer and Zoya breaking their fast will be to return home.

"But, I didn't bring Ale's school uniform and equipment" Zoya replied still unmoved from her position, even though Hans was already standing very close behind her.

"You still mad, Zoy? " Hans, still feels like Zoya is getting away from him. If not in front of her mother, Zoya always avoids her gaze.

"There's no reason for me to be angry with you, Mom! "

"Some, you're my wife you deserve to be angry, Zoya! "

"Wife is just my status, Mas. I always knew that! " Jealousy turns out to make someone can issue a lot of vocabulary that can represent what his heart says.

Hans turns Zoya's body to face her. And it turns out that brown eye bead is already glassy. Therefore, Zoya did not want to look at Hans. She did not want to be seen crying in front of her husband.

"Mama, Ale want to hear a fairy tale!" Ale's arrival made Zoya immediately wipe away her tears.

"Come, Mama will tell you about a very smart and brave Muslim woman." Hearing Zoya's reply made Ale jump straight onto the bed preparing to listen to the fairy tale.

Zoya crawled up onto the bed and laid herself down beside Ale. Hans snorted in annoyance at Ale's presence, but the man chose following the retreat behind Zoya when he saw that there was still room left.

Zoya tells about the courage and ingenuity of Sayyidah Aisyah. Zoya's good voice when telling stories makes Hans also hear it.

"Is she also very pretty? " ask Hans so curious about the figure that Zoya describes.

"Of course, even she gets the title Humairah from the Apostle, because of her beauty and skin that is white and reddish when smiling." explained Zoya in response to her husband's question. Meanwhile, Ale seemed to be imagining that figure.

"Like Mama Zoya, dong? " tease Hans by hugging Zoya's waist.

"Of course, I still look forward to Sayyidah Aisyah" replied Zoya trying to move the big hand from her waist. But Hans did not want to switch on purpose. In fact, he even tightened his embrace. The fragrance of Zoya's black hair gives her a sensation.

"Mama, tomorrow Ale will be a buyer like Sayyidah Aisyah. " Ale still looks imaginary about the figure of Ummul Mukminin.

Seriate....