The Secret of Zoya's Love

Time For Family

"Hae don't be like this! " squealing Zoya immediately stood up, as she felt someone clap her seat. It didn't take long, Zoya immediately recognized the man in shorts, in a hat, and wearing the sunglasses.

"Mas Hans, who do I think I am?" zoya grumbled with her shoulder. Hans chuckled at Zoya's expression that had stiffened.

"Papa, how come you're here? Mama said, Papa's got a lot of adoration?" suhut Ale is still focused on the ice cream.

"When you speak to the man, Mbul!" hans said by taking over the ice cream box from Ale's hand.

Ale did not accept the ice cream box was seized by his papa, it made the puffer boy stand up and draw closer to Hans to recapture it.

"Are you so happy to eat ice cream?" hans said then brought Ale to sit in his lap.

"I've wanted it from yesterday, Mas." replied Zoya, then sat down next to Hans.

"Mas Hans said he came home late. And why is that tourist style?" zoya continued by rubbing Ale's mouth with ice cream with a tissue.

"I'm undercover, lazy to meet the media. You're my wife but why don't you recognize me, Zoy?" hans protested by slipping his finger between the tiny fingers of the woman sitting next to him. Meanwhile, Ale was still sitting on his thigh with ice cream that he almost finished.

"I already knew, from the perfume. Just afraid that someone else would dare to hide it! " obviously Zoya, she leaned her head against her husband's burly arms, making Hans glance at her and smile thinly. I think he wants this kind of togetherness for the next.

A man carrying a camera is now approaching them."Sorry I took your picture. Do you want it too?" asked the man who was wearing the t-shirt and jeans while standing in front of them.

Like other women, Zoya began to look very interested in making the man thrust his shots.

"Good, Mas." said Zoya, staring at Hans' flat face.

"Did you know, my name is Reynaldy. I do love photography and seeing harmonious objects makes me very interested." The tall man seemed to introduce himself.

"Not from the mass media?" sindir Hans who accidentally saw the man when he finished the trial.

"It turns out that it is not wrong if you become a famous lawyer. You're very observant." the man still had a casual smile.

"I've visited the scene. A lot happened, including your marriage to one of the girls there." Urge the man

"Just calm down, there is no mass media that sniffed it. I just want a little information, nothing more." continued Reynaldi still with his casual style. Hans was beginning to understand what the man meant.

"Come to my office Monday afternoon! I need time with my family." After thinking for a moment Hans started to open himself up, he gave his business card. Perhaps, the man could examine the other side from his point of view on Antonio's case.

"Okay, thank you for your cooperation. I'm not going to cover anything without your consent." They shake hands, indicating a deal has been made.

"Oh yeah, your little family makes me feel jealous." Reynaldy's last words before he left them made Hans smile. Yes, at this time Hans really enjoyed the happiness with his small family after some time of tension.

A fairly bright afternoon with a sweep of wind that felt soft accompanied their togetherness. This time, they spent time enjoying the view of the city which was quite peaceful, not too crowded and not too quiet, either, moreover, many people who walk along the sidewalk enjoy a shopping center that has been partially closed. Street musicians enjoying their world make a different rhythm in that place.

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As Ale requested, they decided to spend the night in the apartment. It had been two nights Hans and Zoya did not return home, but it did not make Hans immediately do not control the condition of the house. He knew after the night of his departure with Zoya, Deny met Arum and according to Bi Muna information, Arum also had time to leave the house without asking Mr. Dino to drive him. Although it didn't matter to Hans, he also thought about staying alert.

The man who was still engrossed in the Gym equipment in the corner of his apartment smiled, as he saw Ale kissing Zoya's stomach. Her daughter wanted a baby. The sharp gaze was fixed on the behavior of his daughter who could be said to be his own. Sometimes she looks a lot like Mama Shanti, maybe because before being with Zoya, Ale was foster by Mama Shanti.

"Mama, when is her sister kelual? " ask Ale with a sleep on Zoya's lap. Ale looks sleepy but he doesn't want to go to bed yet.

"Which kayak taught Bu gulu when he wanted to go home from school?" ask Ale again.

"Yes, dear." answered Zoya with nariah. At school Ale is always routinized nariah-clad when going home.

Ale started to look at her with a face. Devastated, Ale's voice was heard getting smoother. His eyelids began to clench, causing Zoya to stop the swab on her daughter's forehead. Zoya smiled, as she saw Ale had fallen asleep. Today's activities left Ale exhausted. Saturday is indeed a busy schedule for Ale, extra activities such as dancing are scheduled for Zoya on Saturday, it's because Zoya's Sunday night invites Ale to study and do schoolwork.

Seeing his daughter sleeping on Zoya's lap, Hans immediately approached them and immediately brought Ale to the room.

"I'll take a shower. If you're not tired, can you make me some coffee?" hans asked with Ale in his carriage.

"Yes, Mum." Zoya is actually lazy to move on. But how else, her husband had asked for coffee.

She got up and walked into the pantry to make black coffee, her husband's favorite drink. While waiting for the water to boil, his eyes looked at the spaghetti noodles that were in the kitchen set. It was only two hours ago that they finished dinner, but at this moment his stomach was already hungry. He decided to make spaghetti bolognese.

While waiting for Hans to finish the bath, Zoya turns on the television. The first show's appearance caught Zoya's attention . News about the case being handled by her husband has now been sticking out on television.

"Why not eat?" hans asked as he approached Zoya who seemed to focus on seeing the news.

"The case is on TV." replied Zoya.

"Well that's how it is, it's going to further slow down the development of the case, because of two different opinions. Quick eat! It's cold" Hans said, sitting on the couch next to his wife.

"I'm not hungry anymore. Hans is eating." Hearing his wife's sentence made Hans link his eyebrows together.

"Don't tell me you're afraid of fat?!" guess Hans, several times have heard Zoya complain that her clothes are not fit.

"No problem, I like you who now look sexier." Hans took the spaghetti plate from the table and handed it to his wife.

"My body weight has gone up five pounds." Zoya awaits Hans' response.

"I told you it doesn't matter. From the first moment I saw you thin dry as malnourished." Hans starts spooning the spaghetti with a fork and feeds it into Zoya's mouth.

"I'll eat alone!" Zoya takes over the fork in her husband's hand. Ah, nevermind. He was already hungry.

"Mas, what are Mas Hans' plans for Mbak Arum?"

"Yes, returned. Did you want him to stay home and tease me?" goda Hans's.

"No way too, yesterday alone has made me worry if mas Hans fell in love with Mbak Arum. But, how did Mas Hans say everything and return Mbak Arum?"

"Yes, let's talk about what we've planned. If he wants us to drive home, let's take him home. But, I want you to accompany me, Zoy. I don't want to walk alone anymore" Hans said by tucking his wife's son's hair behind his ear. A faint smile appeared when Zoya was chewing food. Maybe true, Zoya's cheeks look more cabi. That's what Hans was thinking.

"But, if he wants Deny to pick him up, I don't mind either. It's up to Arum." Hans continued.

"Yes, Mas. Maybe this is difficult for Arum. But I also don't want to risk my husband being taken by people." muttered Zoya who also felt guilty, however her husband had used Arum.

"Tumben you pinter?" Hans stared at Zoya chewing on the last mouthful of spaghetti noodles. He deliberately looked at Zoya intensely so that his wife blushed.And it turns out that what was expected is not wrong. Zoya put down her plate with a smile and a hammering face hue.

TB