The Secret of Zoya's Love

Disillusioned

"Assalamualaikum." Hans said as he entered the apartment. Over time Hans used to say hello when entering the house. Many of Zoya's habits change her home situation.

"Waalaikum greetings... " With her hair rolling, Zoya came out of the room to Hans who was putting his briefcase on the sofa.

"Papa.." cried Ale upon hearing his papa's return. With a run he precedes Zoya to hug her papa.

Zoya took the back of Hans' hand and then followed Ale. "Have you eaten, Zoy? " Hans looked up at his wife's face and kissed her forehead. His hands did not forget to stroke Zoya's flat stomach, as if greeting junior Hans who had not been as invisible.

"Darling..can't frown, lo! " Zoya smiled as he stroked Ale's cheek as if reminding her husband if anyone was jealous. The child snaps to look at papa and his mother filled with annoyance.

"Issshhh.. Papa's beautiful puff." seduce Hans by lifting his daughter's body in a sling and kissing her in a row.

"Takoyaki, will? " hans said by showing off the paper bag containing Japanese food. He deliberately brought his daughter's favorite snacks. Hans didn't want to because a new happiness made Ale feel unnoticed.

"Holian.... " The boy immediately sagged from Hans's sling to approach Zoya who was arranging dinner.

"Mama, please talk on the piling!" pinta Ale by pulling Zoya's back.

"Ale don't eat rice?" Zoya asks Ale, afraid that her snacks would not even eat if they were opened now.

"Ale diet, Ma. Ale doesn't eat rice. Ale eat takoyaki alone." Hearing Ale's reply made Zoya and Hans look at each other questioningly.

"Kata Hellen, if fat, Mama Helen diet, do not eat rice. Ale wants to diet too." Hearing Ale Zoya's reply smiled.

"Ale was a kid. So you can't diet " said Zoya. He was worried if Ale was an undue follow.

"Mas, I'm not cooking. This was bought, What's wrong?" zoya asked Hans who approached the table after folding his shirt sleeves.

"It's okay, baby." Hans wrapped his arms around Zoya's waist standing, arranging the food on his plate. Though Hans really wanted to eat vegetables asem made Zoya. But, he could understand if his wife was difficult to cook because it could not stand the smell of onions.

Blussshhh. For Zoya the call 'honey' does make her heart flowery.

"Aren't you eating?" hans asked as he did not look at the other plate order.

"I've eaten the ijo bean porridge."

"Well, where were you going? " ask Hans close his wife's body, cutting the distance between the two. Zoya slightly pushed onto Hans' arm as the bangir's nose came into contact with his chest.

"Mas, there's Ale." - Og Zoya was full of emphasis.

"Grass me, Zoy. You're getting sexy." replied Hans no less whispering.

"Papa, Mama almost fell. Good thing Ale held on." the boy started telling stories with his mouth full.

"Ale is great, Pa? " he continued.

"Yes Ale is great. Papa's daughter is great." replied Hans.

"Really, Zoy?" Hans then asked Zoya.

"Yes, it was like someone deliberately pushed me when walking fortunately there was an electric pole. So I had time to hold the power pole and Ale." Hans stopped chewing the food in his mouth. He felt inscure when some bad events happened to him and his family.

"Now read the prayer to sleep, yes." Hans glanced at Zoya who pulled Ale's blanket to drown the body of the padlock. It was time for Ale to go to sleep.

Hans Pov

How can I resist its charm. She's not just beautiful on the outside. But, her heart that was no less beautiful made me unable to dodge to put that girl in a special place in my heart.

No one is perfect in this world. But, Zoya like that was enough to perfect my life. Especially when I find out if she currently contains our baby. I did force her but I could see the happy glare of two eyeballs that I always admired when the doctor said she was pregnant.

Really, this sense of pleasure was not much different when Renita was pregnant with Ale. It's not that I want to distinguish them, the people I care about. I also loved Ale more than me. But, to be honest, hearing that Zoya is pregnant makes me never feel this kind of happiness.

As outrageous as possible, I made a young girl pregnant. Remembering it I feel amused. I married a girl who was only a dozen years old. Just touch at that time Zoya is very sensitive, it seems that she was not touched by any man. My I-I also appeared, if she was entirely mine. Of course, there was pride in myself as a man.

At that time I began to love teasing her, making her cheeks blush and face blush was my new habit and hobby for the girl. I don't know since when, the feeling of having it was so great. In fact, I was very jealous while with him. Until that night happened. I really can't control myself. It might not be wrong if people are cursing, brash or a jerk. But it turns out that God gave us the way to feel happiness like now.

"Mas Hans, want some coffee? " question Zoya saw Hans studying some files.

"Can. Are you doing anything to make coffee?" ask Hans. Hans felt Zoya always understood what she needed. Age does not determine the maturity of a person.

Finding thousands of good people is easy. But finding someone who can understand it is very difficult.

"This is the coffee. Lately Mas Hans seems busy, " said Zoya after returning to the room with a cup of coffee on the table.

"Yes, I'm kind of deadlocked, for Antonio's case. But, I'm sure she's innocent. "obviously Hans was brief by pulling Zoya's body slowly to sit on her lap. Hans always wanted to do it when he was close to his wife. The young woman who did have a body and skin that deserves to be adored and her late widower made Hans feel addicted to always having sex.

"Zoy." called him in a soft voice.His hands began to open one by one buttons on the clothes his wife wore.

"Mas ... How's my content?" Hans did not answer Zoya's question. The white-washed mound looks sexier than ever.

"I'll do it slowly and briefly!" persuade Hans with foggy eyes and burning desire.

Indeed, only briefly they do it, Hans also worried about the content of Zoya. Zoya, picking up her clothes that had been splattered on the floor and walking hastily into the bathroom to clean herself up. She was afraid, Ale would wake up and look for her. Hans only smiled as the body that always gave the favor was slowly disappearing from behind the bathroom door.

"Oh Allah, Mas Hans." his grunt softly as he found some red marks on the skin of his thighs and arms. Of course not just that part. Especially the body of his wife's sensual parts will not be left exposed to the stamp of a Hans.

Hurry up Hans replaces Zoya using the bathroom. Zoya who looks fresh with her hair wrapped in a towel looks out of the bathroom.

"Don't forget, her hair is dry!" edict Hans. Then steal one short kiss on Zoya's cheek.

"Mas Hans, I've been ablution." Hans only chuckles as he enters the bathroom and hears Zoya's complaint.

Looking at the dresser there is no Hairdryer, Zoya just remembered if the object she was looking for was still left in front of the TV. His steps swung to exit the room. But for a moment he stopped. When looking at a familiar object a little sticking out of her husband's briefcase.

Zoya chooses to go to him and sure enough, a diary that looks a little worn out of hers is tucked inside the black bag. Eyes rounded. His face was also burning with anger.

Anger that fills her heart, making Zoya choose to sit on the bedside. Waiting for Hans to come out of the bathroom. Despite trying to hold back her anger, Zoya still can't suppress it. He was very disappointed with Hans who had quietly taken the book that became his privacy.

Seriate......