The Secret of Zoya's Love

Home Village 02

After spending his cigarettes on the terrace. Hans went into the room. His view circulated in a narrow room without a bathroom and decorated furniture that was partially weathered. Right now his eyes were focused on the cot that was half the size of his bed. Like what he said before, Ale had already fallen asleep, the boy who had slept the fastest especially when he was with Zoya. Hans chose to sit near Zoya who was still curled up near her daughter. His eyes were now focused on a bookcase

simple but the book was in order.

"Do you like to read, Zoy? " ask Hans still observing the colorful book cover.

"Yes, Mas. ", Zoya replied slowly and then she woke up. Meanwhile, Hans recalled back to the ustad that often upset him. Ustad seemed to know his wife well enough. There's no way he's just familiar. He was sure there was something between them.

"Yes...! " zoya's call awakens Hans from daydreaming.

"What's wrong? Wantsome? " Hans again teases Zoya with his ambiguous words.

"Oh my God, this is it! " zoya protests with a shy blush. Zoya feels her husband is different from the first time she saw him. Flirtatious, the character is the end of this he feels.

"Mas.if one day Mas Hans is with Sister Naura, please let me go first! " lirih Zoya ventured to say that again.

"I'm not as good as other women who can accept if in honey, Mas. " continued Zoya with a raucous voice. His fingers squeezed each other over his lap. While Hans stared intently at him, looking for the gap from where the courage was.

"If I force it? "ask Hans to make Zoya look up at the sharp eyes of the figure in front of her to look for the intent of Hans' words.

"A wife is the rib of her husband. Can Hans imagine a person's body without ribs? Wouldn't he be able to do nothing. Don't think a wife can't do anything" Zoya replied, her heart was very sad, if one day she had to leave the man's life. That means he will also leave Ale and Mama Shanti.

Hans was silent for a moment, but he smiled back at Zoya. "I wouldn't worry if I left one day." Hans framed ayu's face in front of him. His thumb stroked gently his wife's tight and smooth cheeks. But for Zoya the answer was very painful.

"Swipe slightly. Let's go to sleep! " they shuffled to find a comfortable position with the condition of a very narrow bed. Zoya looks pinched, between Ale's puffed body and Hans's big body. The girl was lying on her back to her husband while Hans was hugging her from behind with his legs bent making her hanker slightly rest on his wife's feet.

"Mas... "

"Hmmm." replied Hans still enjoying the fragrance of zoya's hair that was right on his face.

"If you go. Please, let me go first. I wouldn't want to, if it's in honey! " Hearing the sentence back made Hans instantly tighten his embrace on Zoya's body.

"I told you, I won't let go of you anytime! So don't dream you can stay away from me to be with other men. Don't think weird! Leaving could have been called God, so I believe you can take care of Ale if you feel strong" whispered Hans softly. He himself was still closing his eyes hoping he would fall asleep quickly by feeling his warmth hugging his wife's body. Right now that's all she can do because she feels Zoya isn't ready to be asked for her right. Although at this time, she had to hold the junior tight as she rubbed against the backside of Zoya's body.

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After he felt enough to take the cassava leaves behind the house, Zoya went back in. The air still feels cold. The rainy season does make the air cool and humid.

"Mom, is this enough? " asked Zoya when she found her mother in the kitchen.

"Yes there's a lot. Oh yeah, buy a mother of Salted fish at Mak Nung's place. "

"Yes, Mom. But, why didn't Zoya see Ale and Mas Hans? " ask Zoya to her mother.

"Ale went around the village with Zahra. If your husband, he says he wants to exercise first, the air is fresh. "ansaid Nurma still mengolek seasoning to make Vegetable cassava leaves.

"Alright, Zoya go first, Mom!"

"Yes, careful. If anyone talks bad, there is no need to be horrified. "

Zoya did not answer her mother's words. He started walking towards the Mak Nung stall which was quite far away. The bike that his mother had was only one and that was in Zahra's wear.

Zoya tightens her sweeter because the morning gives the cold and the dew still hangs on the tips of the leaves. Zoya is still walking, occasionally looking down to greet people who cross paths with her. Morning in the village is already seen crowded because people have to flock to the rice fields, while many wives who have swept the yard or shopping for ingredients to be cooked.

"Oh, Ms. Zoya. long time not to go home, more beautiful just. "said one of them who saw Zoya approaching to a vegetable stall.

"Be beautiful, Mrs Heni. For the sake of marriage with the widower to bear children." replied Ma'am Martha.

"If not looking for a better life, yes.rugilah, because it should be confused with men who already smell the soil. " Mum Rindu's sharp words really pierced Zoya's heart. But, the girl was just silent hearing it. They deliberately raised their voices to provoke other mothers to know if Bu Nurma's daughter was married to a widower. But, there are some mothers who do not care about their propaganda.

"Not to be beaten, Ma'am. If we can choose a mate, we will choose the best among the good. Sometimes a person's envy can twist a judgment back" said a woman he knew very well. Umminya Wildan has been standing near Zoya to pay for her groceries. The middle-aged woman did know Zoya very well. She knows, Zoya's a good girl.

"Mom Nyai...! " greet Zoya by kissing the middle-aged woman's back.

"Ummi first, Sister Zoya! " Wildan's mother left. Now Zoya is paying for her groceries.

The little girl's steps seemed to be in a hurry to get home. He was also still busy wiping his tears and calming his heart. She doesn't want her mother to suspect that she's home.

"Bughh.... " Zoya almost fell when he hit a large body that suddenly blocked him.

"O Allah, why are you facing me? " giggle Zoya.

"And why not see the road? " reply Hans, he still holds Zoya's little shoulder. Her irises looked at the moist and slightly reddened eyes in front of her.

"I - I... " Zoya stutters.

"You're crying. Why crying? Why not reply to him. You're glad your husband's smelly in the dirt? " Hans sentence sounded sharp, he was still holding back emotions because he heard the words of people in the vegetable field.

" I know, you're not stupid. Why would you want to be treated like that? " continued Hans. Instead of answering, Zoya hugged the tall athletic body in front of her. Shedding her cries that she had already endured from the heartache. Hans fell silent again when he heard Zoya's sobbing. Even his chest felt wet from the melted tears.

"Oh my God, you are shameless! Remember this in the village. " Zahra got off his butut bike, Ale who was piggybacking behind was astonished to meet Papa and Mama on the side of the road.

"Why hug mom? Mama was crying, unable to breathe. "the boy could only babble. His legs were tied to Zahra for fear of being hit by a bicycle.

"You take my mother's care home! I'm just like your mom going for a walk first! " Hans took the black crackle in Zoya's hand and put it in Zahra's bicycle basket.

"There's a delivery charge, right? " ask Zahra. The first-class girl Aliyah was indeed very different from Zoya. In fact, their nature is contrary

"One hundred thousand" Hans replied.

"Two hundred thousand." bargain Zahra.

"Five hundred thousand! " Hans raised his offer.

"Every boss. Ready delivery. "

"Papa, Ale goes with Papa" said Ale, knowing that papa and his mother were leaving.

"You're with Aunt Zahra! " persuade Hans to Ale.

"How dare? " challenge zahra heard the words of her sister-in-law.

"One million with delivery! "

"Siaaapp." replied Zahra.

"Ale, let's take a look at the waterfall. "persuade Zahra to make Ale stop whining and choose to follow Zahra to see the waterfall.

Zahra also glided, with the lure of a million money to become a courier and baby sitter.

"Mas don't spoil Zahra" said Zoya, feeling bad because her sister is like looking for a morotin opportunity for her sister-in-law.

"It's okay. Kan, just this time, " replied Hans. They enjoyed the morning on foot to the place Hans was referring to.

Seriate.....