The Secret of Zoya's Love

Pamite

"Mas Hans this is what the hell. " Zoya pinched her husband's waist.

"Auhhh...What the hell, Zoy? " Zoya's pinch made Hans feel a sense of foreboding.

"Why? Let her know if you're all mine and don't care about you anymore, Zoy. "obviously Hans makes Zoya smile, wanting her to laugh at her husband's possessiveness that deserves to be aligned with a teenager's.

"Ale the same way Mama, yes! Papa's gonna push the trolley. " Hans took down the puffer boy. Quite tired of lifting almost twenty kilograms in a long enough time.

Time goes by not felt. Time erodes a lot of old stories and there are times when the story has to be damned so as not to hurt anyone. Time can kill the rigidity between two human children combined with many differences and coercion. Time will also give someone the opportunity to get to know each other and kill awkwardness between them. And time too, which makes one realize that they are already filling and loving each other.

"Mas, I'm hungry" said Zoya as they walked towards the cashier.

"Yes, after this we'll go for food. Now, you're sitting near the cashier, let me stand in line. "said Hans can't bear if Zoya and Ale have to stand too long to queue for payment. Zoya follows what her husband says, and she and Ale sit together near the cashier.

Hans asked one of the salespeople to bring his shopping to the car. Meanwhile, he chose to carry Ale because of the quite crowded situation.

"Zoy, watch out for the stairs." Hans warns Zoya when she is about to step down when she gets out of the mall.

"Aaaarrrrkkk." Zoya's cry along with her hand catches Hans's arm nimbly as his body loosens.

"Zoy." cried Hans trying to hold the arm of the limp body that had been resting on his arm. Hans dropped Ale. How shocked Hans was to see the situation that almost stopped his heartbeat. What if his wife really slipped?

"Why aren't you careful? I told you to be careful! " amuk Hans with a high tone, the man still looked stiff. It could be seen from his stiff-looking face with a glare of a sharp drawn gaze towards his wife.

"Mama, is that okay? " ask Ale directly answered Zoya with a headband. He was unable to speak as he held back the crying. It was painful when her husband snapped at her because he felt that it was not entirely his fault. Someone hit his back hard to make it goosebumps.

Zoya stood up alone again. He walked towards the car without waiting for Hans who was currently holding Ale back. Hans understands that Zoya is angry. She felt reflex when she snapped at Zoya. Hans didn't want anything bad to happen to his wife and future son.

Near the Mercy E class car, someone was already standing waiting for their groceries. Not to forget, Hans gave tips to the young man after putting all the groceries in the trunk.

Before driving forward Hans glanced at Zoya who turned her face out the window. Then he glanced at Ale who was already sitting speechless on the back bench.

"Zoy, where do we eat?" hans asked as he started the engine.

"I don't want to eat anymore. I just want to go home." Zoya replied without looking at Hans. Her tears began to melt. Despite turning away, Hans knows that Zoya is already crying. Hans just fell silent, he drove his car out of the parking lot.

"Ale wants to eat what? " ask Hans in the middle of the trip before they reach the apartment.

"Chicken will, Pa! " answer. Hans could see that his daughter was already getting sleepy. They had not eaten dinner yet, but for Ale some of the food had already become stuffed into his stomach.

Seeing Shanti's roasted chicken vendor by the roadside makes Hans stop his car and go out to order the grilled chicken according to Ale's request. While waiting, Hans glanced at Zoya who wiped the tears on her cheek." Geez just cry, the cry is not kelulungan." muttered Hans in heart, he saw how sensitive his wife made Hans greget himself.

At eight, Hans had just glanced at the circular watch on his wrist. He was also thinking, what food does Zoya want. But the desire of pregnant women who can not be sure to make Hans walk and knock on the car window.

"What do you want to eat, Zoy? " asked Hans as Zoya opened the car window.

"I have no appetite anymore" she replied in a soft voice, but Zoya was still reluctant to look at her husband.

Seeing Zoya who was still angry, she passed. Just leave Zoya because the order is ready.

Hans returned to drive his car through a very crowded road. Evening has penetrated into the night to make the streets crowded especially by motorcycles, it can be said that this city is filled with many students from various regions in Indonesia. At a crossroad of red lights, the sharp eyes took turns glancing at the woman beside him who was still silent and then changed to glance at his daughter who had fallen asleep in the backseat.

Hans carried Ale past the loby. While, Zoya still carried some important groceries. They pass through the loby in a hurry to Hans' apartment unit.

Seeing Ale who did not budge despite having moved places made Zoya lay down the body next to her daughter.

"Zoy, didn't Salat Isya just yet? " asked Hans when he saw Zoya curling her arms around her daughter's puffer.

"Later, soon, "he answered briefly without seeing her husband. The tiny hand then pulled the blanket up to the border of the neck. It was very difficult to get rid of her annoyance because of her husband's clash.

"You don't like to delay something good. You are the one who taught me not to delay the prayer, Zoy" Hans said as he sat on the edge of the bed staring at Zoya's back.

Zoya Flipped her body, her eyes still condensing. What her husband said was true.

"A moment, I'm tired, Mom. " Hans understood Zoya was still angry. But, she chose to go into the bathroom because her body already felt so sticky.

Zoya gets out of bed when she hears Hans' phone ringing. 'Kyara'

"Assalamualaik." Zoya tries to pick up a call from Kyara.

"Well, where's Mr Hans?" ask Kyara.

"Mas Hans is taking a shower. If there's a message I'll give it."

"Please tell Mr. Hans if tomorrow I wait at the designated place. Thank you." Thank you."

" Together" Zoya replied with her negative thoughts. He put back Hans' phone and walked out of the room.

If in the past when he was not feeling well, he often spent time in the kitchen but at this time it seems he chose the balcony the right place to look for fresh air. Since young pregnant Zoya is like an anti with a cooking place.

He was still trying to calm his feelings. So it can be a little relieved, but a call from Kyara makes the feel of her heart feel worse.

The hand that still feels cold snuck in between his waist until it coiled in his stomach. With a slight dip between his long unravelled hair, Hans dipped the nape of his wife.

"Mas.." - Oozed Zoya with a little tiptoed because of the feathers that have stood.

"Don't sulk any more, yeah! Sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you. I just don't want anything to happen to you and our baby-to-be" Hans said, savoring the addictive smell of vanilla.

"There was a call from Kyara" Zoya said with foresight.

"What say? "

"He's waiting for Mas Hans where you agreed. " Zoya said with tears already dripping. Until Hans hand felt the liquid hit his arm that was coiled in his wife's stomach.

"Zoy, are you crying? " ask Hans by turning the little body.

"I'm not a special woman, Mom. In fact, I'm not smart either. But I'm the one who opposes polygamy let alone infidelity. " Zoya said the word while sobbing making Hans even laugh.

" Heh-heh...Who would cheat? Who wants polygamy? We'll meet tomorrow at the store. Cook fucked on the porch." Hans looked up at the face whose eyes were closed. Actually, Zoya was embarrassed to look at her husband in tears.

"Emmmmuuaahhhhw... " Hans gives******** on those tiny lips.

"Mas Hans. "creepy Zoya a little annoyed.

"Well, you closed your eyes. Partially in reply too. "the Hans seduction makes Zoya blush. Yes, he was now getting used to such a thing.

"The desire to make love here with my halal lover" Hans said with a teasing smile.

"Zoy, the next day I'm going to the scene to take Antonio's case. Perhaps, the location is a little remote because of the KKN place. You want to be at Mama's house, what's here? I'm afraid I'm going home last night. Or even not go home. " continued Hans told Zoya if the day after tomorrow he had to go home late.

"I'm here" Zoya replied

"All right, but we'll eat first, yuk! "

"Mas." Zoya's calls bring Hans to a standstill.

"I want to eat the chirping root" said Zoya, causing Hans to swallow her saliva.

"What poke? It's not East Java, Zoy." Hans bargained. He finds it difficult to find a rut at eight o'clock tonight like this.

"I want it now. "zoya whines with his eyes condensing almost crying.

"Yes, I'm looking for it now, don't cry. " Hans kisses Zoya's forehead before leaving.

"Duch, why so whiny. Don't-don't be born crybaby like his mother. "grunts Hans by taking his car keys on the table.

Seriate..

Hae hae readers my beloved.it's time to greet you guys to return to the mood booster yes.... hehehhe.... this part I lengthen deh heheheh, actually want to write sunah rosul ehhhh..... sunah rosul kok continue hehehe. May you be healthy always yes... happy reading gaes while eating rujak cingur 😂😂😂😂