The Secret of Zoya's Love

Hans's Request

Zoya walks back and forth on the balcony. Several times she tried to call her husband's cell phone but turned out to be inactive. His tiny hand stroked the shoulders of both arms that felt cold because of the wind was so strong.

"Oh my God, what is this? No rain but the wind is so strong. Where Mas Hans can not be contacted." Zoya complained, her heart was hit by a feeling of great anxiety. Fear of something happening to her husband.

The night is getting late. In fact, Ale had already fallen asleep since. Zoya is sped up when a loud noise is heard along with the roar of several cars entering her yard. With a hasty step he saw the situation from the top of the balcony. Seems a lot of people out of their cars and now her gaze is focused on her husband's car.

"Mas Hans.." she shrieked curiously as she watched Hans get out of the car with a random display of chanting. Hans' unusual sighting makes Zoya decide to follow him down.

All guests immediately enter the luxurious house with elegant ornaments that complement the room. Hans immediately ran up the stairs to the second floor to get to Zoya before Zoya went down.

"Zoya." called Hans in a clear trembling voice the look of an anxious face replaced the facial gaiety that Zoya used to admire.

"Mas, what's wrong? Why is Hans like this? " scar Zoya with a lot of questions. She was so worried about her husband.

"There's something I want to talk about, Zoy! "

"What, Mas?" Zoya is getting confused. But Hans took her to sit on the couch. Hans held his wife's body for a while. His eyes also condensed to endure the pain in his heart.

Silent moment...

Both of them enjoyed an unusual hug. There is a sense of longing, affection and fear of loss melding into one.

"I'm sorry, i! " bluffy Hans still hugged the tiny body he wanted to hold forever.

"Mas." replied Zoya who was still curious about what happened. Laying on, Hans stretched his arms. Framing the face that was always attached in his memory. Hans gazes into the beautiful eyeballs he has always longed for, as if to say that he only loves Zoya.

"Zoy, let me get married again! " bluffily, the gaze locked onto the look of the eyes that were looking at him full of wonder. A wry smile was seen between disbelief and demanding an explanation.

"Don't be kidding, Mum! " he replied half-whispering unsure.

"I'm sorry, Zoya! I've got to do it. They didn't give me a choice." Hearing Hans's sentence, Zoya just shook her head softly with tears flowing down. His steps held back until his feet hit the sofa. He couldn't believe that this had to happen to him.

"Mas Hans knows me, right? " ask Zoya once more to convince the truth.

"I'm sorry, Zoy! " Hearing the same answer coming out of Hans's mouth, his body felt limp his head slightly throbbed to the ground he sat down on the sofa. Everything was like a storm that hit him so hard.

"Zoy." call Hans even more anxious as Zoya holds her head that feels spinning. Her tears broke with tears that had already flowed into the river.

"Connect me, Mom! " the door was still crying, all her might trying to look at her husband. Although, her heart had already melted down upon hearing her husband's request.

"No, Zoy! We can't get a divorce, you're pregnant with my son." Hans fears that he won't accept Zoya's asking to be separated from him.

"Can! " Hans was stunned to hear Zoya's reply.

"Can't a pregnant woman be divorced, Zoy" Hans said, trying to arrest Zoya.

"No will! I love you, Zoya. I had to marry her. Not all my will. " Hans still chuckles at refusing Zoya's request to split up.

"I can't be polygamous. I can't share my husband with any woman! " his sobs were heard very loudly, his palms were closed tightly to his face, even though the sound of his crying was still heard in Hans' ears.

Hans bent his legs, he crouched down in front of his wife. Her heart throbbed pain upon hearing Zoya's sobbing.

"Give me some time, Zoy. Hold on for me." Hans hugged Zoya who was still sobbing. The first time the man begged someone for something, it was certainly the one who had already taken control of his heart for now.

"I'm not sure I can. It's just gonna buy time and it's too painful for me, Mom!"

"I beg you! At least until my son was born. Let's just say this is my last request." Hans no longer knows how to persuade Zoya to persuade Zoya.

"Mas Hans was holding me back as well as making me fall in the pit of sin. I was no longer able to carry out my duties, when this marriage relationship was hanged until I gave birth." The thing that Zoya fears is that hanging husband and wife relationships will make a sin. They no longer fulfill each other's obligations, surviving a marriage that is only limited to status will actually incur wounds and disappoint each other, he said, and it unintentionally builds up a sin he didn't realize.

"I absolve you of your duty, Zoy. Allow whatever you want to do, but hold on for a moment. I will prove my love. " Zoya just cried unable to anymore he said the word, his chest rippling pain as if freezing his nerve center.

"I love you, Zoya Kamila" he said, hugging his wife's stiff body for a moment, then leaving Zoya still sobbing. He was no longer strong to see Zoya's shrill cry that felt slurred in his heart.

A statement of love in a very painful moment. Yes, Zoya had long expected Hans to express love but not this kind of situation. For him this is free, a love that will only be shared with other women.

Moments later Zoya tries to get up from her seat, her steps approaching on the wall near the stairs. His gaze was fixed on someone who was saying a kabul ijab. Can't bear to see him running into the room, closing the room door with his body leaning against the door leaf. Her crying was so hysterical, along with her body that was shedding on the floor. Still stunned, he hit the floor with his fist as if he wanted to vent the pain in his heart. Like thousands of prayers that had stuck in his heart. Head throbbing with chest pain makes his whole body slowly drooping.

I don't know how many hours he was unconscious. A large hand held between his cold fingers. His eyes blinked together with the sound of the morning adhan. Zoya pulls Hans's hand that is asleep nearby.

"Zoy, you're awake! " hans said as he felt the movement of the little fingers from his grasp.

"Why sleep here? Isn't this your first night? " said Zoya. Her eyes were back in glass imagining her husband would spend the night with another woman.

"Arum understands, Zoy. You are sick. I found you passed out on the doorstep! " answered Hans.

'Arum' heard the name called by her husband her heart was already in pain. Especially if you have to share your heart. How long can he survive a situation like this? Zoya has not been able to accept all this. In fact, he was not ready to struggle with jealousy at any time in his life.

"Stop touching me, Mom! " sternly Zoya pulled her hand from Hans' grasp.

"Zoy.". "wept full Hans plea.

"I choose to retreat at any moment. You feel foreign to me now. I'd try to close my eyes if Mas Hans asked me to hold on until I gave birth." Zoya explained. He was determined to part with Hans until his son was born.

Hans stared at his wife's back and disappeared from behind the bathroom door. His heart ached when he heard that he had become a stranger to his wife.

Seriate....