The Secret of Zoya's Love

Tom and Jerry

A notification on Zoya's phone rang making Zoya's tiny hand reach her phone in the corner of the sofa. Zoya opens a message sent from a foreign number. A message that dented the smile on his face. His eyes began to tear up then looked at Hans with a disappointed look.

Her lips trembled but her tongue felt faint as she wanted to ask something to the person beside her.

"What's up, Zoy? " asked Hans as he saw those beautiful eyes begin to condense. The white face also changed hue that hinted at disappointment.

"I'm disappointed with Mas Hans." shrewd Zoya then leaves Hans who still looks confused and curious. His heart felt boisterous and also inflamed. If it wasn't for Ale, his cries would break instantly.

"Zoy" called Hans after his wife who was walking in haste to enter the room.

"Zoya....! " Hans's voice was raised, then he blocked Zoya's arm while she was in the room.

"What's wrong? " continued Hans still stricken with curiosity. The face in front of him was already filled with tears.

"You have to, Mas. He said he went to the garage to go to the hotel." said Zoya by handing over her cellphone which still shows a photo of Kyara hugging Hans's arm.

Zoya looked at the figure in front of her with a disappointed look. While Hans is still paying attention to his photo on Zoya's phone. "shit!" hans thought for a moment about the sender of the message.

Zoya chose to sit on the edge of the bed, her body already felt weak. Sometimes she wipes away her tears. Meanwhile, Hans was still standing by trying to contact the phone number of the sender of the message. But, it's not active.

"Zoy, that's not the story" Hans said, approaching Zoya. Zoya is still sculpting without wanting to see the face of the person in front of her.

"Look at this! I called her number back inactive. It must be a guy, Zoy" Hans explained.

"Nguyain? Why should I wear it? Then why did Mas Hans and Kyara go to the hotel? " the flow is almost inaudible. His throat seemed to be choked to let out a word.

"I don't understand either, Zoy. But the truth is, Kyara was sprained by her heels and she was resting on my arm. Not a hugging position." explained Hans by rubbing his face rough. Think on. How else would he explain.

Without answering her husband's explanation, Zoya breaks down her body. Now, his head feels spinning, his chest feels tight, even the rush of blood flow that holds a million emotions also makes his body feel weak.

"Zoy, don't you believe me? " Hans also fell down in front of his wife.their irregular position made Hans' legs still hanging, but his wife's tears were still flowing to make his heart more restless.

"Zoy, think about it again, why didn't that guy just send a video if Kyara hugged me? " A question as well as an argument that he made to convince Zoya. But his wife was silent.

Momentary silence....

Hans stared at the beautiful bead of eyes that kept on watering. His hand rubbed the moist cheeks that were now reddened. There is no rejection. Zoya's white skin makes the color of her face so sensitive to change with blushing strokes.

"Why go to the hotel? Is there no other place? And I saw Mas Hans so close to the beautiful girl. " Hans smiled. Angry and whatever Zoya is, she still sounds soft. How can I let you down, Zoya? Perhaps that sentence was currently inhabiting the heart of that handsome man.

"I went straight to the hotel. Yes, still with Kyara, then go straight to the hotel to meet the Royal Lord. Royal Lord Papa Antonio, he owns Hotel Respati. "clearly Hans by removing his wife's haircut. A thin smile still lingered on her thin lips, even her gaze did not want to switch from the face of ayu in front of her.

Zoya, who did not want to see the handsome face, began to look into her husband's sharp eyes. Zoya, she just wants to see some honesty there. "Did Mas Hans like Miss Kyara? " zoya's search made Hans shift position, close his body and support his head with one arm that had been bent.

"Are you jealous, Zoy? " asked Hans with a teasing smile. She's happy if Zoya gets jealous.

"Simple.... Papa! " cried Ale by running over to the two adults who were lying on the bed.

Ale went straight up to the bed. His bulging body made waves that moved the surface of the entire bed as he continued to jump around.

"Papa, Mama why? " ask Ale by writhing his papa's body to ask for an explanation.

"Eh-eh. You haven't washed your hands, Al? " Hans raised Ale's oily hands from his body, then noticed around his daughter's mouth the remaining oil rubbed on his shirt at the back.

"God, wash your face and wash your hands first! " let Hans pull the boy into the bathroom. Zoya smiled, when she saw the two people she loved and had been a part of her life it was always noisy like Tom and Jerry. This time, she tried to believe her husband's argument.

"Mama, Ale wants a drink. He said, Papa all take a bath" Ale said after his face and hands were clean. The boy walked over to Zoya who was still sitting on the bedside.

"Come, Mama get it. " Zoya shuffled to his feet and took Ale to the kitchen. Before reaching the kitchen, Zoya had a glance at the former martabak that Ale ate. Messy. The marble floor showed off a few splashes of Ale toys and food.

"Ale, wait in front of the TV! Mama's gonna make some juice first. The baby brother of the rug wants juice." seduce Zoya to have Ale obey her orders.

"Ale wants to, too, Ma." cried Ale then left the kitchen to the front of the TV.

Zoya still looks bothered with some fruit that will be mixed for juice. Not to mention he was intending to make Hans coffee.

"Zoy, what's it doing?" Hans approached his wife who was standing near Juser. The man who had looked fresh in a home shirt that printed muscle waves on his arms and chest walked up to Zoya. By helping to put the fruit into a juser container, Hans glanced back at his wife's face.

"You're jealous of Kyara? " ask Hans, wanting to ascertain Zoya's feelings. But, Zoya was still silent.

"Why silence, Zoya? " press Hans.

"Keep I have to answer what, Mom? Just look at me I've been pregnant with Mas Hans's son." Zoya looked at Hans along with a heavy sigh.

"Hehehe... " Hans chuckles.

"Where there is a pregnant wife does not feel was was when her husband is close to a beautiful woman, sexy anyway." continued Zoya by starting to spin the juser machine.

Hans approached, eroding the distance between the two. Even her breath made Zoya goosebumps.

"But that's my compulsion, Zoy. You half refused!" hans whispered by hugging the tiny body from the side.

"Refused for fear. Hans is like a man of infidelity. "

"I'm jealous, Zoy! " godly by looking at the face of the ayu from the side. Hearing Hans's sentence made Zoya comment on the thin smile on her lips.

"Ma, is the juice ready? " te asked Ale making Hans instantly let go of his embrace.

"The troublemaker" Hans murmured bitterly at the sight of Ale's presence in the kitchen.

"Yes bentar, stay nuangin in the glass." replied Zoya. Hans opted out of the pantry.

"Basic... ! " Hans ruffled Ale's hair as it passed by his daughter. While Ale approached towards Zoya asking for the juice she asked for.

Seriate....