The Secret of Zoya's Love

Blind Jealous

Inside the cafe, they were busy with their respective events until two men came to them. Wildan with his friend.

"Assalamualaikum." greet the two men together. Instantly, Hans turned his head towards the sound source table which was not far from his position. How rumbling his heart was, even his face was now crimson as his eyes saw Wildan approaching the table of Zoya and her two friends.

"Greetings waalaikum" the three girls answered almost in unison.

"Oh...This guy who wants to work? " ask Wildan's friend by pointing at Zoya. Zoya nodded in affirmation.

Yesterday Zoya told Nilla if she wanted to work. Incidentally, Nilla told Wildan. And the shady-faced man wanted to leave Zoya to his friend who had a foundation of the Qur'an educational park and a printing press.

"Zoya, does your husband know you're looking for work?" ask Wildan

"Yet...! " The baritone's voice answered Wildan's question. Zoya panics when Hans is already standing nearby and then grips Zoya's small arm and pulls her out.

"Come, go home!" hans said with a fiery emotion. Naura just pecked at Hans action that arrived

- suddenly it. He did not expect, it would affect Hans.

"Let go, Mom! We're seeing people." Zoya is still trying to fight, but it's free. Hans's big fingers were so strong, even Zoya's steps looked overwhelmed as Hans pulled her away.

Everyone looked at Hans and Zoya. But, the man who had been ignited by the emotion no longer cared. He kept pulling his wife's hand towards the parking lot. Eager, Wildan ran after them, as if not accepting Zoya being treated so harshly.

"Let go, Mom! Don't be rude to women" Wildan said, holding Hans' hand firmly in Zoya's small arm.

"It's none of your business! " sans snapped with a glaring gaze towards the ustad that he hated.

" If you hurt any woman it's my business. "

"Kumlucky... " Hans slapped a punch right in Wildan's face, making Wildan also not take it for granted. Baku hit ensue, Zoya's screams are no longer touched by them, so the people in the cafe also rushed out including Naura.

The quarrels were fierce, even though someone had injured them, but still could not control the two people who were venting their emotions. Meanwhile, Nilla pulls Zoya's hand to leave the place.

"Nilla.... them? " said Zoya still hesitant to follow Nilla.

"Let it be, let them be the spectacle because of their insanity" Nilla said while looking for a taxi. Eventually the three of them get into a taxi, Nilla just doesn't want Zoya why.

Hans and Wildan are equally battered.not just one or two people who divorce them because the power of both is equally strong. With great difficulty, they were finally able to be separated until Wildan was asked to go first with his friend.

"Go away.. Don't bother me anymore! I'm sick of it." Hans said as Naura walked over, her big hand touching the fist that Wildan had put on the corner of her lips.

"Hans." called Naura with a wave, the man's words pierced her heart deeply.

"Go away. Don't expect anything from me. I already have a wife." said Hans in a slow tone. His still explosive emotions left him clueless on how to speak soberly.

Anas cries leaving Hans. But, Hans was already unconcerned, if he chased after her was the same as giving her hope again.

The man whose corner of his lips was bleeding let out a long sigh to ease his emotions. He looked around, it turned out that there was no Zoya there. Hans opted to get into the car and drive his car home. She believes that Zoya is on her way home.

Zoya goes into the house. His eyes were still puffy, even with sluggish tears still dripping. Hans stops his car on the side of the road and immediately chases after Zoya who has entered the house.

"Zoya. "call Hans by chasing after Zoya who starts climbing the stairs. However, the call is ignored by Zoya.

His heart was so sick, even his body felt weak, his strength was like it was drained from the tension in the cafe. In addition from the morning he had not filled his stomach.

"Zoy, "call Hans again when he's near Zoya. But Zoya still didn't take it, she just wanted to quickly get to Ale's room to lay down her body.

"Zoya I'm sorry! " said Hans by grabbing Zoya's hand, but on the edge. The man continued to tail until Zoya reached Ale's bed.

Zoya sat her body on the edge of the bed. His mind was glaring, it felt all exhausting. Everything, yes, everything according to the desperate girl. Her tears melted again until she did not care about Hans who had entered the room.

"Zoy, I'm sorry! Why do you have to find a job? " said Hans by squatting down to match his height with the height of the girl in front of him.

"I'm tired, don't talk about this first, Mom! " zoya's pinta then lays her body slanted at Ale's bedside.

Hans enveloped the small body, the white face looked very pale with puffy eyes.

"Did I call Anastasya? " hagging Hans made Zoya just shake her head slowly. A moment later, the defense collapsed. Starting from the slow stuffing the longer it even becomes a loud roar.

Hans just looked at Zoya who buried her face in the pillow. It felt like he could not bear to let Zoya curl up with a heart-wrenching roar.

Hans chose to reverse his steps, until his sturdy body hit Ale's bookshelf. He also touched a yellow book called La Tahzaan.

With one hand he turned back the book sheet. He was indeed not interested in such a book, but when his eyes caught the handwriting, his heart was moved to know its contents.

To the angel of heaven who has the most beautiful smile.

Never be sad again.

Keep smiling as usual.

like this book that will always invite you not to be sad.

Zoya, may you always be happy and well.

Don't let sadness take the most beautiful smile off your face.

La-Tahzaaan (Don't Grieve)

Hans schematized the sheet furiously. His jaw is back hard. But, the man tried to ease his heart that felt hot. It turned out to be true, the old man had admired his wife. They may have had a previous relationship. Hans thought with dozens of questions.

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