The Secret of Zoya's Love

Journey

Han's Pov

I stared at my first woman wearing jeans. Jeans are combined with a simple shirt and have perched a girl's rangsel bag on her back. I see her like she's not Zoya. He looks more energetic and just like a teenager. Eh, but isn't he really only twenty years old and will be twenty-one years old for the next few months. If I can be honest age does make me a little possessive. Though I know if I'm pretty good-looking and fresh for a guy my age.

I just walked behind him as he walked up to the shoe rack. Yesterday I bought her a girl's boot, when I showed it to Zoya, she saw it so strange. "Is it not so strange to wear shoes like this?" he said with a full look at me. At that time I was silent, not answering Zoya's question. Whatever I want, he will never refuse.

"I'll help you!" I said when he sat down and prepared to put on his shoes, I immediately crouched down and helped him. He looked very shy as I crouched down and stroked his shoes. But that's what Zoya is like.

"Come, Zoya! Rey, it's here." Hans said with great confidence that Rey and Kyara have arrived. In a hurry, Hans takes Zoya to his motorbike which is ready in the backyard. Since yesterday Hans has prepared his motorbike, because indeed the big motorbike is rarely used.

The man behind the helmet was full of admiration when he saw Zoya who was now walking together hans towards the big bike and was ready to penetrate the streets.

"Zoy, later if you're sleepy just say it because it's a long journey." said Hans warning before they boarded the bike. Hans grumbled inwardly, if it wasn't for Rey's challenge, he would no longer be taking the bike for long trips.

Rey led the way, he and the iron horse he was riding had now swerved in the front. Occasionally Hans sees Zoya from the spy. It's Zoya's first long journey on a motorcycle. The man pulls Zoya's arm around her hard belly, the tiny body swoop in the back making her adrenaline even more so.

After many kilometers of travel, the motorbike driven by Rey finally turned on a restaurant and resting place.

"We'll rest here for a while! " rey said as she opened her helmet. Hans just said yes, they do need a muscle stretch and a toilet.

When getting off the motorcycle Hans immediately opened the helmet worn Zoya, before opening the helmet he was driving. "How, tired? Going to the toilet?" hans asked as he looked at Zoya's face.

"Little, I want selonjoron first!" zoya replied, skillfully her hands still justify the position of the hijab framing her face.

"Ra, ask Zoya to find a place for selonjoran. I'll go to the toilet first! " said Hans. Kyara also invites Zoya to approach a gazebo which is a place to eat for visitors to the restaurant in the middle of the forest. As they sat in a suburban Gazebo, a waiter walked up to them to offer some of the mainstay restaurants.

Hans tidied back up his look, especially the slightly messy hairdo due to the helmet. As he turned from the toilet mirror, his eyes caught someone who was already staring at his wife's place from a distance.

The man, who had been squeezing his jaw, sped up as Reynaldy began to take out his camera and focus the lens on Zoya.

"Don't take pictures of people's wives carelessly! " snapping Hans immediately took Reynaldy's camera, hearing Hans Reynaldy's sentence chuckled.

"I only intend to photograph the creation of God that is very beautiful and unique" Rey replied by pulling a cynical corner of her lips.

"She's my wife!" gertak Hans with a furious tone.

"What if I take that object from her husband?" Reynaldy's mocking face made Hans' white face go crimson.

"Don't expect that!" Hans's voice sounded very possessive and his hand took Rey's hand to bring back the camera man who still displayed a mysterious smile.

"Casual, Bang. I won't take anything if it won't come. But, what if the stuff comes along on its own?" Reynaldy's words were interspersed with small, mocking-sounding ruddiness.

"He's not an item. She's my wife and no one will let me take it." Hans said. His departure approached Zoya followed by the tall man from behind.

"Mas Hans, I ordered black coffee" said Zoya when she realized Hans's arrival. Hans was still silent, he just slightly shifted Zoya's seat. Zoya, who saw the anger on her husband's face, took the hand and held it. Hans turned his head towards his wife as the hand remained above the back of his hand.

The two people in front of him, Reynaldy and Kyara, could not read the sign language of the couple. But they just chose silence. Many things Reynaldy thought when he saw the gentleness was able to conquer an emotion that almost exploded, it made the man who had a more relaxed temperament was more admiring Zoya. For her Zoya is not only beautiful she is also strong.

After enjoying their lunch which was a little late, they decided to go back on their way.

Hans clasps Zoya's small shoulder as he walks towards the motor park, while Kyara and Rey walk behind them.

"Bang, don't overdo teasing Mr. Boss. He's very possessive." The sentence broke Reynaldy's daydream while staring at Zoya from behind.

"I'm not teasing him. I admire that beautiful face. Moreover, the smile and tenderness that he has is very soothing." said Rey with a little shadow when she has a partner who always provides such comfort.

"What kind of woman does Zoya want?" Kyara asked curiously. Their togetherness has made Kyara interested in the tall man who is quite smart.

"Whatever jerk a man he must want a good woman to be the mother of his children." Rey still stared at Zoya and Hans.

"Good God, boss sir." Kyara is stunned when she sees Hans landing a kiss on Zoya's lips, after she wears a Helmet on Zoya's head. Rey who also saw it was just smiling wryly while screeching. While Zoya who gets such impromptu treatment just looks down embarrassed, for her even though the one who did it was her husband but Hans did it in a public place, according to her it was very inappropriate. Hans does it on purpose when Rey's gaze leads to him and Zoya.

"It's true like old ABG, Rey grumbled as she rode her motorcycle and makai helmet.

They returned to the motorbike to continue the journey. Now leading the way is Hans, the man is satisfied when Rey sees him kissing Zoya. He knew it was childish. But, she only wanted to show the weathered bachelor man if Zoya was only hers. The weathered bujang is Hans's nickname for Rey.

A large archway had already gushed them into the village which was the place they were headed to. Although, already entering the arch of the gate welcome, they still have to pass five more kilometers to get to the house of the Pak lurah as well as the place of the TKP. Yes, their first destination is the house of Pak lurah, part of the stopover.

To drive a vehicle in the village must be slow. The road is steep and without asphalt becomes an obstacle if you have to speed. Among the ranks of trees make the atmosphere of the road in the village seem lonely.

Hans stopped the bike suddenly, and so did Rey. The mute woman waved her hand and blocked them on the way. His face looked panicked with sweat filling his face as he approached Hans' motorbike.

"Aa-a-aa--" The woman stammered wanting to say something she was incapable of. His hands pointed towards the slightly hilly ground. There was a luxurious building there.

"Aah-aaa... " He seemed to be trying hard to say something. It gets everything off the bike.

"**.... Aaa" Her eyes are now watering. She was crying and it was clear she was crying.

"What's wrong?" kyara asked trying to get close to him. He began to try to stimulate in order to catch the intention of the middle-aged woman.

"Ab-arrrrummmm!" the first word that was spoken along with a bursting cry. His hand pulled Kyara to follow him.

"Hae what's wrong?" hans shouted to stop the woman who seemed crazy.

"Tot-please Arum." The sentence finally slid along with the tears that could not be contained anymore.

"Why arum?" hans asked trying to convince the meaning of the woman's words.

Seriate....