The Secret of Zoya's Love

Home To Apartment (21+)

Hus hus beautiful... who is not old enough please get away !

"Well, we're going to the apartment? " asked Zoya, as Hans stopped his car in the basement of an apartment in the city.

"I'll take you to my apartment. Go, out! " ans replied by asking Zoya to come out. For a moment Zoya fell silent, she actually already missed Ale a lot.

"Zoya." call Hans by opening the car door for Zoya.

Zoya is out. The big hand held and held Zoya's hand to get into the elevator to her apartment unit. But, before the elevator closed there were two young men with the look of a metropolis also coming inside.

At first glance, Hans' sharp eyes caught one of the young men staring at his wife intensely, making Hans who had displayed a flat face immediately pulled Zoya's body in the arms. Zoya just looked up, irish those pretty eyes were staring questioningly at the face that already looked flat with a straight forward look.

"What's up, Mom? " The question was finally raised as they walked down the aisle to Hans' apartment unit.

"I don't like it when a guy looks at you like that." Hans replied by opening the door to the luxurious room that had only one room.

"Oh my God, my. People have eyes, it's only natural that he looks around it." Zoya complained with Hans attitude that felt quite strange.

" Zoy, stop. I don't like it." Hans snorted by pulling Zoya's hand to get closer. The man who is now sitting on the sofa also grabbed Zoya's waist who is still standing observing the contents of his apartment.

"Mas, what time do we go home? " zoya asked still with a tinge of shame on his face as Hans pulled him to sit on one of his thighs.

"We'll be home tomorrow. "

"I miss Ale, Mas! " zoya's whining makes Hans instantly grimace.

"Why does Ale keep going? Why don't you ever miss me, Zoy? " whispers Hans by kissing Zoya's hand that was in his hand earlier. A smile rose on Zoya's lips in response to her husband's childish attitude. Jesus, this time Hans is not much different from teenagers who are in love.

Zoya Pov's

I saw Mas Hans being a different figure. Before, I felt that Mas Hans would not be able to accept me as his wife. His attitude always scares me when faced with him. But gradually, after I started to get to know her, she had a warm character behind her emotional attitude. In fact, I never thought that he could be flirtatious.

Our togetherness, the ups and downs of the sense that links our relationship. Makes me get used to it and understand her a little. At first I was also afraid, marrying a widower would be a dilemma throughout my life, let alone Mas Hans bringing one child from his first marriage. The little girl made me fall in love first. My cute little daughter, I feel she has been the most beautiful part of my life. I never thought I'd spend the rest of my life with a man of my choice.

Hans pulled out his phone pressing 'Mama'. He meant to talk to Ale .

"Mas I sit alone, ashamed to see Mama like this. "looks at Zoya who feels reluctant if Mama Shanti or Ale sees her sitting on her lap.

"Be quiet! I'm going to tease the puffer." Hans replied by holding Zoya's hip so as not to change her position.

"Assalamualaikum, "Mama Shanti's face looks full on the phone screen.

"'Waalaikum greetings, Ma! " answer Zoya.

"Ma, where's Ale? Zoya wants to talk to the kingpin! " split Hans with a little look on his face.

"Mamaaaa...!" pekik Ale instantly shifted the position of his oman. The boy's face immediately seemed to control the screen of his oman's phone.

"Mama kangen Ale" said Zoya.

"When do you come home? " ask the boy.

"Ale, have been told Oma not yet, if Papa and Mama did not come home? " ask Hans.

"Father, don't hug Mama! Mama Zoya, only Ale's. Hua.ha...ha...ha...hik." Ale started whining with contrived cries.

"Loh, he said he wanted a baby sister? " tease Hans.

"Ale, get the baby. But, don't hug Mama Zoya, Mama Zoya belongs only to Ale." cried Ale with a manyun face, making Hans laugh at the cute face of his daughter who was sulking.

"Ale, Mama's not hugged Papa. Ale don't cry anymore, huh? " persuade Zoya. Zoya walks away from Hans. The man with the big nose was still smiling at the look on his daughter's upset face.

"Ale, it'll be the same bobo Oma, huh? Tomorrow Mama and Papa just came home. "said Zoya still persuaded Ale.

"Yes, Ma. But, go home with baby grandpa, huh? "" Ale's pinta made Zoya link her eyebrows together, confused as to what to answer.

"Darling, Mama closed first. Assalamulaikum" Zoya immediately hung up the phone afraid the boy asked for something strange again. After ending the conversation with her daughter, Zoya hands back Hans' phone.

"Zoy, what do you want to eat? " Hans intended to order food.

"I'm lazy to eat, Mom! "

"Zoya, you haven't eaten this afternoon! " Hans stared intently at his wife.

"As far as Mas Hans wants to order what. "said Zoya, then go into the room.

After the magrib prayer together, Zoya felt very tired and wanted to lay down her body for a moment. Meanwhile, Hans came out to wait for the food order

Just for a moment he laid his body, A sultry feeling made Zoya get back up. Outside, rain started to fall and lightning flashes made the atmosphere a little gripping. Even so, he chose to go into the bathroom to clean his sticky body.

After receiving the food she ordered, Hans searches for Zoya. Hans opens the door to his room in a hurry, and Zoya is shocked when she opens the wardrobe to look for the Hans shirt she will wear to change.

Zoya's face instantly reddened, as the sharp gaze reluctantly turned away from her. Hans stepped closer to the body exploring Zoya's smooth shoulder and thigh skin.

Zoya's body grew even more resounding, as Hans' big hand touched her shoulder arm. There was fear, when the big body was cornered him to be squeezed with the body of the closet.

"Mas.". "groaned Zoya with a raucous voice. There is a fear that comes back because it remembers the tragic events of that night.

"Please, Zoy! I'll do it gently." Hans reassures Zoya. His big fingers rubbed the sweat on Zoya's face. Lasting, that sensual touch gave Zoya goosebumps. When fear strikes her heart, the stimulation and sinfulness of refusing to do her duty leads Zoya to let Hans play her finger on every inch of her skin.

"Trust me, I won't hurt you. " Hans heavy voice reassured Zoya before putting her kiss on her lips. Soft kisses to change ******* that Hans did along with carrying Zoya to bed.

With all the feelings in her heart, Zoya tries to accept what her husband is doing. Hans planted his face in the white niche, giving rise to a stifled.

"Don't hold it in, dear." whispered Hans, commanding a little when he knew that Zoya had been swept away in the game. The smell of vanilla emanating from Zoya's body makes her more drunk.

The kiss lingered down on the neck and then the white nape, some red marks managed to leave between the nape and collarbone of his wife. The man who had been possessed by his desire felt anxious with every inch of his wife's body.

"Vaaakkhhh... " Zoya sighed loosely as the thin lips bit his collarbone softly along with a soft squeeze on the chewy chest mound that puffed up beautifully. Although, he had felt pain in his chest but the sense of pleasure was already flowing more perfectly.

The game Hans did was quite gentle, forgetting the trauma that had existed.****** and the mutual moaning welcomed their evening to exchange pleasure.

Hans hugged the tiny limp drooping body possessively. Actually, since that tragic first night. Hans was always ignited desire when he had to get close to Zoya, the flash of pleasure he had felt made his brain always traveling when in contact with the body he had always wanted it. But this afternoon he couldn't help it until he ruled out his wife's psychological trauma for sex.

"Thank you, dear. "he whispered while kissing the top of Zoya's head after ending their hot activities. Hans felt relieved when he managed to give a sense of pleasure to his wife. "That means I don't have to hold it anymore" he murmured inwardly with a sly smilrk at the corner of his lips.

A notification of his phone rang out, making his long arm extend to pick up the flat object on the nightstand.

Stop dealing with rape and murder cases committed by KKN Students.

A message from an unknown number made Hans speechless. He then tried calling the number but it was no longer active.

Hans' rough breathing made Zoya open her eyes. She looked up at her husband's serious face.

"No problem, take a break for a moment" said Hans then put on his boxer and disappeared from behind the bathroom door to clean himself.

Seriate....