The Secret of Zoya's Love

Nightmare

"Brkoraangh... " Hans tiptoed in shock, as the sound of broken items sounded. The man ran off to his old room which was the source of the sound.

Hans opened the door. Seen, Zoya is already crouching, she will pick up the broken glass that fell from the nightstand.

"Awas, Zoy! " scoffs Hans as Zoya's hand hits a sleeping light cord that's already rolled down. Zoya turned for a moment to look at her husband. His body trembled with sweat that drenched part of his face.

Hans approached, he returned the position of the lamp. And collect broken glass to throw away.

"Dear, ...! " Santi helps Zoya stand up. Zoya's hands are still cold and damp. Hans again noticed the tense look on Zoya's face.

"Hans, get Zoya some water! " let Shanti stop her son who is cleaning up broken glass.

Hans handed a glass of water to his mother. She also sees Zoya wiping the sweat that soaks her forehead.

"Why, Zoy? " ask Mama Shanti.

"Zoya's a nightmare, Ma. Sorry, I accidentally nudged the glass and lights. " replied Zoya by handing back the glass that was half the content.

"Dreams only, Zoy. Maybe because your mind is depressed, "shanti replied, she was afraid that Zoya's dream was the result of feeling depressed and stressed.

Zoya was silent, the dream was like attached to her brain (the Javanese say overlapen). But, it might just be a sleeping flower. Zoya stared at the clock hanging on the wall. Only Ten o'clock means he hasn't been asleep for long.

The sound of Zoya's phone rang, making everything turn towards the table near the window. Zoya did put her phone on the table. Shanti came out of the room with a glass of water.

"I'll get it. " Hans walks to get Zoya's phone. 'Gus Wildan' name on Zoya's phone screen, making Hans' heart riled again. But, he had already promised to hold back feelings that could ignite his emotions.

"Assynolass, Bang? "

"Waalaikum salam. Sorry, bothering Zoy. Can I ask for a favor? " ask Wildan from across.

"Yes, what can I do? " ask Zoya.

"I know you're very good at calligraphy. May I ask to make one? "

"Insyallah, sorry tomorrow we connect again yes. Assalamualaikum says. " Zoya immediately closes Wildan's call. He immediately leaned back his body that still felt limp. Such nightmares still affect him.

Hans leaned his head against the body of the sofa. His eyes stared at the ceiling. She feels pain in her heart, it turns out Zoya is still on good terms with the man who put his heart on her. Could it be, Zoya was indeed comfortable with that man? Hans let out a rough breath. He could only rely on his luck.

"Well, you sleep again. It's getting late" Hans said when he saw Zoya leaning on the head of the bed. Zoya bends her body and pulls the blanket, after what her husband says.

Meanwhile, Hans spilled his body on the sofa. She can't bear to leave Zoya alone. Although, he himself felt uneasy with Zoya's closeness and the young ustad. Apparently, this sick person is jealous? Feeling that our loved ones are comfortable with others.

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Like what was agreed. That afternoon, after a cooking course, Zoya goes to a cafe to meet wildan. The erratic weather made this afternoon look cloudy. The purple-hooded girl went inside the cafe. His gaze circulated, looking for the figure he once knew well. In fact, it might have once inhabited his heart.

With a thin smile attached to her lips, she smiled towards the man who waved at her. His steps approached the table in the corner. There, Wildan was already sitting waiting for him.

"Assalamualaikum, Bang. "greet Zoya.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Please sit down, " replied Wildan. The man was still a polite figure who had once attracted his attention.

"Good, Bang. Where's Nelli? " question Zoya felt bad about having to meet Wildan alone.

"Bang, next time if we meet you, you should invite a friend. I don't want to inflict Slander" Zoya said.

"Sorry, Zoy. I was intentionally. In addition to handing over materials to make calligraphy. I also want to talk about something more personal." Wildan explained. The man handed him a plastic bag containing equipment to make calligraphy.

"Zoy, has your husband always been rude to you? " ask Wildan straight to the core.

"He is emotional. But Mas Hans never hit me. He's a pretty good guy" Zoya replied. Instantly the description of the figure he had dreamed of came back. Hans was not the man of his dreams. But, there was a sense that she did not understand had tied her to the man who was currently her husband.

"You're happy, Zoy ?" ask again. Zoya feels increasingly dilemma with her feelings.

"Bang, don't keep asking that question. I'm afraid we'll lead to an affair. " Zoya is like stopping the feelings and dreams that once existed.

"I'm just making sure you're happy. I just want you to live with the man you deserve. A man who can take you and treat you well. "

"Stop, Bang. Now, I'm gonna ask. What is the definition of cheating?"

"There are several versions of people defining it. There is a defining, just by thinking about other men more intensely can be said cheating. There are also those who define, those who only intertwine intensely that love can be said to be cheating. There are also those who after new physical contact in the say cheating. "clear willan.

"I don't want to go in all three, Bang." Zoya said firmly to Wildan. Zoya just doesn't want any other figure to disturb her peace of heart and household even if it's just the past.

"What does that mean?.... "

"Yes, Bang. I accepted my marriage sincerely. Hans, the best man God gave me. Maybe he is my soul mate. So, I don't want us to put the wrong feelings. " In a moment the shoulder field of the calm man also decayed.See the disappointed look of the face between the handsome face line strokes of the ustad. She never expected, so quickly Zoya could accept the marriage. Meanwhile, she knew the woman in front of her was capable of harboring feelings of love for her for years.

"Sorry, Bang. Those feelings and dreams are just the past. And wrong, if it's still there for now. "sigh Zoya firmly.

"Alright, Zoy. I-i understand. May you always be happy. Because, it's worth it to you." By now, Wildan had lost all hope.

"Zoy, can I sing you a song? for the last time "pinta Wildan.

"Can you? He said it's illegal to play music or sing.

"For some people. Meanwhile, I didn't follow that." replied Wildan then walked towards the stage. Pick up a guitar and present a new one created by Melly goeslow 'When Love Takes a Tassel'.

Perhaps they did not realize that from then on a pair of sharp eyes had been watching them from a different corner. Moreover the purple hooded girl who was sitting on her back.

Several times Hans let out a long sigh, to control his emotions. He realizes that his relationship with Zoya is very bad. Usually his wife will ask for permission when going anywhere. Now, Zoya no longer does. It was also what made him smell in addition to hearing the song that was being sung by the ustad for his wife.

"How, Hans? " the question of Mr. Indrawan resuscitated the daydream of the cool-faced man.

"May, Kyara can get into my office whenever she wants" Hans replied. Mr. Indrawan entrusted his daughter who had just graduated from the University of Oxford. He hopes, Kyara looking for as much experience first to replace her position to take care of her law firm office.

Seriate....

the lyrics are on paste because othor males is typing