The Secret of Zoya's Love

The accused

Zoya stood next to Hans, her eyes glazed over as she waited for her husband, who was buttoning his shirt. Once again, she stared at the details of the handsome facial line in front of her, as if she was reluctant to let go of her husband, the man who had been a part of her life in the world and hoped that later in the world.

"Zoy, I'm gone for a day. Don't look at me like I'm going to be gone forever" Hans said by buttoning his sleeves and tidying up a shirt that printed his six pack body.

"Yes, actually I know it, Mas.But." The answer hangs because Hans pulled his tiny body and held it for a moment, their gazes locking each other, conveying each other's feelings. In fact, he was also reluctant to go there, but Hans could no longer delay his departure.

"Zoy, take Ale and fruit of our Love. Take care of them, tomorrow we'll check into the clinic and see it, yeah! " Hans' words sounding softly made Zoya hug and drown herself in her husband's arms.

For a moment they gave each other comfort in a warm embrace full of love. Then, Hans stretched his arms, noticing the face of ayu framed by the instant hijab. His hand touched the pointy chin and held it to wipe the tiny lips for a moment.

"The school troublemaker" Hans said with a chuckle, while Zoya only blushed.

They walked out to the garage. Hans sets out on his own for fear that Zoya or Ale will need Mr. Dino (home driver). Meanwhile, Mama Shanti was in bandung to welcome the arrival of her fourth granddaughter from Mbak Niar.

"Mas Hans, be careful." Zoya's voice sounded softly by taking Hans' back.

"Darling, don't make it hard to leave!"

A sweet smile rose at the corner of Hans' thin lips. Once again he stared hard at his wife, enjoying for a moment the most beautiful scenery that the Creator gave him, then the big hand rubbed the corner of Zoya's eyes that he saw had condensed. Can't bear to see the tears, Hans then entered his car and died in the yard of a house that stood gallant in the middle of the city.

"Oh Allah, give salvation and ease to my husband." murmured Zoya then continued to enter the house. Many reasons make Zoya heavy to let go of Hans. In addition to the spontaneous feeling of reluctance to be left behind, since pregnant Zoya is more often missed her husband and tonight she will spend her own night.

Zoya looked back at the cloudy sky hanging from her. The sun that should be shining brightly was covered by evening clouds. This morning the sun hid his face. Zoya's steps come to a halt when she sees a girl getting out of an online taxi and walking in a hurry towards her.

"Please... "Zoya smiled welcoming Nila's arrival. How much he missed his friend.

"Assalamulaikum, Zoy." greeted Nila with hunting breath after arriving before Zoya.

"Greetings waalaikum, Nile. I miss you so much." Zoya immediately hugged the blue hooded girl.

"Me too, Zoy." welcome Nilla who has been finding the most difficult time lately.

Zoya takes Nilla into her house. Incidentally, Nilla's arrival can be a friend when she feels lonely at home.

"Zoy, there's something I want to talk about" Nilla said as they just sat her weight on the living room couch.

"What's wrong?" zoya's search is full of curiosity, because it's not usually that Nilla is so serious about everything.

" yeah, eeehmm..... Bang Wildan proposed to me." said Nilla doubtfully, the girl did not dare to look into Zoya's eyes. However Wildan and Zoya once had a special feeling. But, even though Nilla cannot hide this relationship from her best friend.

"Alhamdulillah, Nil. "Zoya's answer makes Nilla look up immediately to convince the look on his best friend's face. Zoya's voice is so light that Nilla is not too sure what she heard.

Zoya grabbed Nilla's hand, then a smile rose from her lips. "I'm happy, Nile. Bang Wildan was a good man of his religion. Other than you my best friend, I know your heart is so sincere. Are you already isikharoh? " question Zoya again reassured Nilla. If God's guidance is the best.

"Already, Zoy. And Bang Wildan who always appears in my dreams." Actually that makes Nilla doubt because the girl understands that there is still Zoya in Wildan's heart.

"Marry a good man of his religion, both his property, both his customers and his good looks. Everything is in Bang Wildan." said Zoya still with a smile spread . He could actually see the doubt from Nilla's eyes.

"I understand what you're thinking. Give Bang Wildan a chance, Nile. Love takes time to come and go. But Allah is the Reversaler. Believe me, when he chose you, I'm sure he convinced himself first. " Nilla hugged Zoya. Her tears that she had endured finally escaped. Doubt Nilla was gone, there is a learning to accept with sincerity.

"Wedding has taught me a lot. Keeping the mandate that has been my choice, learning to be a good wife and mother. And right now I'm pregnant, you're gonna have a niece soon."

"really? Congratulations Zoy." The happy sparkle between the two women made the two embrace each other. Nilla feels Relieved to have told Zoya about her relationship with Wildan. Likewise Zoya, he seems to affirm that his life is happy with his family at this time.

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Hans drove his car around casually. The up and down and winding road made him very cautious. There was a family he had to take care of, he thought. Her memory is back to Zoya. The man with the nose looked happy. A smile never leaves her thin lips. His wife Zoya who makes him fall more in love every day, his daughter Ale who always gives cheer and soon a baby who will add a color of happiness in his family. Yes, he wished he could become a priest for his family.

Landing, Hans parked his car a little away from the scene. Police lines still appear to be circling there. Slender. Since entering the village Hans saw the distance of the houses of residents who were still far apart.

He got out of his car, looked closely around, completely deserted. No one will hear you. Moreover, the position of the house there is not parallel. There was something visible on the towering ground there was also on the ground that was slightly indented to the point of eliminating the sight of people to find it.

The long steps swing close to the TKP (An empty house). He tried to focus his attention, perhaps there was something he could find there. After circling an empty house that became the scene, Hans chose to stand near a tree that was a bit away from the scene.

"Oh my God, what else should I do? " he sounded desperate. He lowered his gaze, hoping God would guide him.

His eyes narrowed slightly when he saw a chain necklace underneath, buried in dry leaves. Using a handkerchief he took the necklace. Models that are suitable only for men. And there's a name for the letter D that embellishes in a metal rectangular pendulum. "Hopefully give us a hint. " Hans looked around again. A small hut stood so unworthy, he was so curious that he took his steps there.

Overcast started to mix with the drizzle, Hans approached the small hut with the weathered bamboo walls.

"Assalamualaikum." said Hans by knocking several times the door that looks broken.

"Excuse me" he added.

And when he was about to knock it once again, the door was opened. It appeared that an old woman with a look of fine hair was looking out from behind the half-open door.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" hans asked with careful attention to the figure behind the door. The woman looked to be around fifty years old, but her condition was very unfit.

"Sorry, can I talk to you for a second?" hans again. The woman quickly shook her head over and over again and would close the door again.

"I beg you!" persuade Hans who was immediately answered with a headband and closed the door back to his house.

This time Hans could not force. It feels like today is enough, time continues to crawl towards dusk. There was no definite result from his trip this time. The drizzle that started rushing made Hans run towards his car. He has not yet Salat Ashar made his first goal of searching for a musala.

The atmosphere was visible in the evening because of the fog and evening made Hans deliberately slow down the speed of his car. From a distance he saw someone standing in a weathered patrol post.

A gal. His car that was getting closer made clear the figure that was in the shade. Seeing the quiet atmosphere with a row of teak trees growing between the village lanes made Hans stop his car.

The long-haired girl stared at the car that stopped in front of her. His gaze also changed to the owner who came out in a hurry to get to him.

"Hae, why are you here alone? It's very dangerous here. Where's your house? " look at Hans who's worried about a girl's safety.

"In-in the village next door, " said the girl stammering with cold shivering. Her body was soaking wet, like being hit by a sweep of rainwater.

"Here it's dangerous, it's been a couple of times criminal cases have happened here. Let me take you home." Hans bargained. He simply imagined his wife was in trouble or in a dangerous place.

"Twoaarrr.... " The sound of lightning made the girl stunned in shock and hugged Hans body. His hands clutched firmly as if he was being engulfed in intense fear.

"Eh, don't do this!" Hans tried to release the girl's embrace.

"My name is Hans, I'd better take you home." continued Hans who was followed by the girl's nod. Hans led the girl to the back door of his car. To him the seat beside the wheel was only for Zoya.

"Heh. heh. where are you going." Not to open the car door the sound of the people's cries was blindly towards him. It was seen that dozens of people were walking closer with bodies soaked and explosive emotions.

"What's this about? " Hans face was panicked. Although, he tried to calm down but still free.

"Hae do you want to pervert in this village? " ask one of them.

"I'll explain soon." Hans tried to defend himself.

"Don't want to be lied to." exclaimed one of them by pointing the sickle at Hans.

"So I saw them hugging in the post." said between them. Dozens of people talking almost simultaneously made Hans' head throb painfully. Meanwhile, the girl shivered in fear behind Hans' body. As if to get protection from the raging of time.

"We're going to the village hall. We're forcing them to marry."

"If we don't just sharpen them."

The voice was mutual no pause for Hans to explain. His chest was pounding, his head was spinning, even panic made his brain feel frozen.

Seriate.

The party a lot yes.. happy reading gaes hehehe patient yes. Resist emotions.....