The Secret of Zoya's Love

Knowing Your Own Position

Zoya hurriedly folded the prayer rug, after the Fajr Salat. It could be said that he woke up late, even though today Hans first returned to the office after taking a two-day leave. Her hands curled her long hair and soon she grabbed the instant hijab that had been draped over Ale's bed. Yes, after the first night in this mansion, Zoya chose to sleep with Ale.

With quick steps, Zoya walks towards the room opposite Ale, Hans's room. His hand just turned the door handle. He gasped in shock, as soon as his heart beat faster. A sight he had never seen before. Hans came out of the bathroom, looking athletic body was just wrapped in a towel on his waist. Hans' big hand stopped wiping his wet hair with a towel, when he saw the arrival of Zoya who arrived.

Zoya's steps stopped. Even so, he stepped back to cover up all his rage. But what's up with a face that's been blushing? Yes, even that can't be hidden by Zoya.

Can be seen clearly by Hans, the white face was met with red, let alone his gaze immediately bowed, describing if Zoya was wrong at this time.

Seeing Zoya pass him by just like that, Hans followed her from behind. Once again, the grown man made Zoya even more nervous. Well, actually there is no reason to make Zoya nervous and misbehaved, but that's how it feels.

"What do you want?" hans asked immediately stopping Zoya's steps and the hooded girl turned her head towards Hans who was standing right behind her.

If only Hans did not immediately stop his steps, it could have been a large tall body that crashed into the tiny body of Zoya.

"I'll get you your work clothes, Mom! " said Zoya, Hans did not expect the young girl to understand the responsibilities of a wife. Whereas before, he did not expect to be served in the least.

When Zoya's hand handed him the t-shirt and shirt, Hans immediately put it on. Zoya looked back at Hans as she was about to pick up her trousers and*********, it felt like her hand could not bear to touch that sacred object.

"Why?" asked the owner of the sharp eyes, while waiting for the next item to be handed Zoya, Hans frowned, astonished at what Zoya was thinking while being stunned.

"I'll get out first, Mom!" Zoya hands the two objects over, and rushes out leaving Hans. Hans's eyes only followed where Zoya went with a strange behavior. Then, looking at what was in his hand made the man just faintly smile.

After being neat in his shirt suit, Hans again walked out of the walk in closet towards the dresser. He added a pomade in his hair and then combed the flaps with a sag. The man still looks handsome and fresh, despite stepping on the head of three. Staring at Zoya from the mirror, the girl was bending over to tidy up her bed.

What should he say and do? that question hunts in Hans' brain whenever he gets close to Zoya.

Maddened...

Maybe this is the craziest thing in his life. An adult man like himself is still confused to behave, when adjacent to a young girl. But, that's the truth.

Actually she wanted to ask, why is Zoya not sleeping in the room? But according to one side of his thinking it is not important. Wasn't she herself unable to accept this marriage completely.

After finishing making the bed, Zoya turned her body, intending to take out the dirty laundry in the bathroom. For a moment Zoya was stunned as her gaze caught the figure in front of her. Athletic man, with a line of face that is so handsome and charismatic aura that emanated had amazed the girl who currently looks awkward.

"Mr...! " call Ale to fade the awkwardness between the couple. Ale ran over towards Zoya, hugging Zoya's small body that was currently squatting in alignment with her.

"Awhile yeah... Mama wants to get the dirty clothes that will be washed! " said Zoya after showering Ale with a kiss on the cheek of the puffer.

The child turned to Hans who was currently catching his daughter's body to carry.

"Father, Ale has memorized the prayer for eating, the prayer for lying down, the prayer for the two elders, can Ale ask for a gift?" ale's question made Hans smile towards her.

"Okay.lusa, during the weekend we will go to the mall!" hans replied by kissing Ale on the cheek, the man was very happy, Zoya brought progress for her beloved daughter.

"Zoya...!" call Hans a little hesitant, as Zoya carries a dirty laundry basket from her bathroom.

"Yes... "

"You're not a maid here, there's Bi Muna who's going to do the housework." Hearing Hans's remark, Zoya just smiled. A smile that always sows charm for those who see it.

"It's okay, Mom! I used to do it. " Zoya only wants to do his duty to the extent that he is able to.

They walked together to go downstairs, Zoya still carrying a dirty laundry basket while Hans Masih held Ale who had not yet taken a bath. If viewed from the outside only, they are suitable as a harmonious family.

Hans himself does not know how to behave towards Zoya, one side of the girl is his wife, one side he can not accept Zoya fully.

Hans picks up the phone for the latest news and enjoys Zoya's new morning coffee, while Zoya must now bathe Ale before they have breakfast together.

Occasionally Hans glances at the interaction between the child and the mother at breakfast, Zoya patiently feeds Ale, Hans admits since Zoya's presence, Ale turns into a more organized and obedient child.

"Ale, salim with Papa! " zoya's pinta is then obeyed by Ale. Not only Ale, Zoya also ventured to take the back of the man's hand in front of her for salim. Still with the same awkwardness between the two.

"mmmmm... I'm going home in the afternoon, can you cook the menu like yesterday?" hans said, he really likes asem vegetables, shrimp oyster sauce and tempe mendoan made by Zoya.

"Of course, Mum! " answer Zoya. The two men's lambaian accompanied Hans' departure when he left for work.

Han's Pov

I've been watching you ever since you came into my life. It's not that I'm interested and call it love. I just observe who I live with? Whether or not someone deserves to be part of my environment. But, it turns out that you are a young girl who is able to give Ale affection and bring a lot of positive things to Ale.

Honestly, I'm often confused as to how I should behave towards you. Could it be love?

I'm sure it's not love and I'm sure it's not possible. I was old enough to recognize that feeling. I'm just confused how I didn't hurt you and how I didn't give you much hope.

Maybe you're not as special as Renita. But, I feel like you are treating me special. During my marriage with Renita, I always took my own food, picked my own clothes when going to the office and sometimes Renita went to work first. I can understand that, because Renita is an active woman who does not like to dwell at home.

There's no point in comparing you guys, you got each other's clues. But, I myself was stuck with this situation until I had to recognize my own position.

Seriate.