The Secret of Zoya's Love

Unable to Accept

The brown iris eyes were still staring at every detail of the contents of the room which was quite luxurious according to him. In addition to the admiration she feels, Zoya herself feels awkward when in the room with a man, even though their current status is husband and wife. 

The man with the maximum height and mature stature walked closer towards Zoya. Since then he only glanced at the girl (Ah, no longer the girl, rather his new wife) who was only silent after noticing the entire contents of his room. 

"How old are you? " ask Hans by opening one button at a time his shirt. 

"Nineteen years, my mother!" zoya answered with a lowered face, dampening her pumping heart faster than ever, but she could imagine that Hans was staring intently at her. 

"Do you know how old I am?" hans asked that only Zoya answered with a sash, making the man who was currently standing with a waistline shake a cynical smile. 

"If you don't want this wedding, why just shut up and just duck?" hans walked towards the bathroom. 

"I've lived it... " Zoya's sentence hangs, he tries to bravely answer. His gaze straightened at Hans who was currently stopping his steps towards the bathroom. 

The man with a stern aura turned his head, staring at the face that was currently also staring back at him. 

Silence was created, for a split second, only to dive into the gazes of those who were currently clashing against each other. 

"It is not sinful to open your veil in your room!" Only that sentence slid to break the silence between the two. 

Zoya stared at the back that was slowly disappearing from her sight, while Hans himself was still astonished by her even misbehavior when the round eyes were linked to her gaze. 

Under the shower, Hans still smiled bitterly, never imagined in his life to marry a girl eleven years younger than himself. Moreover, he had never known her at all. 

Long enough for Hans to be in the bathroom, until his body and mind were refreshed, he came out wrapped around a towel around his waist and scrambled his wet hair with a small towel. 

An unusual sight in his room as someone lay on his side with his eyes closed on the edge of his king-size bed.

Straight black long hair that unravels, a pointed nose and cabi cheeks with a taper chin make Zoya look more beautiful when opening her hijab. 

Hans blinked his eyes, looking for an awareness of Zoya's natural beauty, "of course I just admired her physique! No more." murmured inwardly who then took the t-shirts and boxer pants to change. 

Tired all day makes Hans choose to relax his body. Bright lights were replaced by sleep lights with dim light. 

There is something strange when someone is in one bed with him even though both are spaced. It had been almost three years that the bed was empty, and this time there was someone who occupied it, making the man who lost his sleepiness remember Renita, again, the first wife who brought a part of her heart went to a different realm.

It was still clear how the long breath of the man he was currently on his back. The round eyelids opened again, Zoya did not sleep, but avoided interacting with Hans who always looked at her coldly. His mind was fixed on the figure of Wildan, if only he married the man who had long filled his heart. 

Zoya clenched her eyelids again, expelling feelings towards the man who was not her husband, "Ah, this is not true!" His conscience begins to react to determine which is right or not. Whatever happens is not true if a wife thinks of another man other than her husband. 

The first night is supposed to be fun for a couple of newlyweds, but instead they play with each other's minds. 

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Zoya folded her face after the Fajr Salat and put her face back on a small shelf in the corner of the room. 

His round eyes looked at the man who was currently still asleep, between wanting to wake up or not. His steps slowly approached Hans who was still wrapped in a blanket. 

"Mas, Fajr Salad!" said Zoya ventured to gently pat her husband's shoulder. 

"Not be noisy!" hans's snarl left Zoya stunned. 

The woman whose heart slightly shrunk back and forth was intending to prepare breakfast. 

"Mr...! " the loud voice stopped Zoya's steps as she was going down the stairs. 

It looks Ale look kuel with long hair that is still random scramble walking towards him. 

"Moning, Ma! " tele said as she walked closer and then kissed her mother's cheek that was already crouching waiting for her.

"Darling, it's too early why are you awake?" zoya asked with her hands on Ale's shoulders. 

"I'm afraid Mama is a pelgi!" said Ale who was indeed afraid Zoya would disappear. 

"Ale itut!" The bully-bodied child immediately embraces Zoya asking to be carried. 

"Ale, Mama Zoya's body is small while Ale's body is fat, don't ask to carry Mama Zoya! " Mu Shanti's voice made Ale and Zoya turn her head. 

"I just want to be carried by Mama Zoya!" Whine Ale still hugged Zoya's body. 

"Ale, Cassian Mama Zoya! " Mum Shanti is still trying to give understanding to her granddaughter. 

"What's this, it's been a storm early in the morning!" The baritone's voice made everyone turn their heads. 

Hans came out of the room, with a fresh face, white t-shirts and shorts making him look five years younger. 

The thirty-year-old man approached his son, "here with Papa!" he said he was preparing to take his daughter from Zoya's arms. 

"No!!!! Ale samaaa Mama Zoya hik hik! " his cry roared roaring making the atmosphere grow boisterous. 

"Nothing, let Ale be just me!" Zoya came down the stairs holding Ale, following Hans from behind. 

The puffer boy made Zoya's energy drained, sweat began to be seen when his steps would spend the last count of the stairs. 

"Ehhh... " Just as Zoya was about to fall, it was fortunate that the burly hand was holding her body to balance. 

"Ale can see, right? You almost fell." Hans warns Ale to get off Zoya's sling. 

This time Ale was according to what his papa had said. Meanwhile, Bu Shanti caught up with them with a big bag. 

"Where is Mama going? " ask Hans. 

"Mama wants to go home now, Niar today went back to Bandung, so Mama must prepare what Niar will bring!" 

"Mom not waiting for breakfast?" it was Zoya who felt bad if her mother-in-law came home on an empty stomach. 

"No, Zoya!Mom is afraid of being late. "

"Oh yes Hans, find a maid so that Zoya is not too tired to take care of the house!" tell Ms. Shanti, don't want Zoya to be too tired. 

"No, Ma. Zoya has no job! " 

"Ehhh... You don't worry! One case your husband handled could pay dozens of maids in a year, that's leftovers!" Bu Shanti's voice slightly whispered but her eyes looked at Hans who was already grieving at the behavior of her mother. 

"Yes, Mama's gone home!" 

All take Shanti to the parking lot, there is ready Pak Agus with his car that will bring Shanti to slide. 

"You know what my job is? " asked Hans as the car disappeared from his yard. 

"No." Zoya shook her head.

"You don't know my job, you don't know my age, so why would you marry me?"

"It's completely different from Renita! " Hans' voice was soft, but Zoya could still hear it. 

Zoya only sighed by looking at Hans back who stepped in first.

If not for having Ale still nearby perhaps he would not have held back his cries. His chest tightened and there was even pain in his heart when he heard Hans compare him to his late first wife. 

"Ma, she said she'd like to make breakfast?" Ale's voice resuscitated Zoya, this woman who was enduring the pain in her heart feathers was holding Ale to go inside. 

Seriate

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