The Secret of Zoya's Love

Not a Cook

"Papaa....! " tele shouted as Hans took his daughter from Zoya's arms, the boy looked so frightened that his cries sounded hysterical.

"It's okay, baby. There is Papa with you. "said Hans then embrace Zoya's small shoulder to quickly scatter out with people before the fire spreads where.

His left hand was still holding Ale and one arm was clutching Zoya's body to protect from the urging of the people who were scattering out.

As if continuing to pull Zoya's body away from the riot, Hans finally managed to bring Zoya and Ale out of the urge.

The atmosphere became increasingly violent due to widespread fires. Hans's hand was reluctant to remove his grip from his wife's body for fear that the little body would fall. Now, Hans takes Zoya and Ale into the restaurant that is right in front of the scene to make it safer.

Hans carried his two women to the chair in the corner, Ale still hugged his Papa's neck tightly, the boy was obviously still feeling terrified.

"Ale, sit down, yeah, we're safe now. " Hans sat the padlock's body on a sofa with Zoya. Spontaneous Zoya hugged the boy she continued, making Hans turn Zoya's face. The man only realized that the sweat on the white face was mixed with red.

"Zoya...! " Hans began to focus his gaze on Zoya's moist face. Their eyes clashed against each other, Hans saw there was a sense of compassion from the beautiful eyes in front of him.

The burly hand reached out to the face, but Zoya spontaneously held it. But when it dawned on Hans to be her husband, the cold finger had decayed making Hans understand how sensitive Zoya is to the touch of a male, a girl who is so naive to the size of a teenager today.

"You're hurt? " Hans examined the skin behind the zoya hijab, and it turned out that the skin over his wife's temple was being injured.

"I'm fine, Mom! " creepy Zoya with a trembling voice. From there Hans understood that Zoya was still frightened. Especially when he felt Zoya's hand that felt cold, making Hans more sure, if Zoya was shocked by the tragedy of the fire.

"Wait a minute! " the condition of the restaurant was less conducive due to the fire, Hans had to approach the cashier just to order water and warm tea.

While waiting for the order to come, Hans stared in full sight at Zoya. The girl was like a puzzle to him, Zoya was too good at keeping up a demeanor. Has he ever had a love like a teenager in general? Or has he ever dated? But why is he so sensitive to the opposite sex? again Hans was curious about the figure of Zoya.

"Please...!" A waiter put Hans' order on the table, then he came back after.

" Zoya drink first! " let's say Hans, while Hans helps Ale drink water. Ale looks calmer than ever. His pale face was now getting red.

"Papa, Mama Zoya's head falls to the iron while helping Ale! " Ale could only make a sound when things started to calm down.

"Really, Zoy? " Zoya just nodded confirming what Ale said.

"Why don't you say, Zoya! " Hans snorted in annoyance. Until he was injured he did not say anything, making Hans even more astonished.

"Let's check it out! " Hans took his wallet, put hundreds of money on the table.

"Mas, I don't want to check. I'm fine! " said Zoya bravely held back Hans' hand. She doesn't want to see Anastasya anymore.

"Why?" looking at Hans, he stared intently at the girl in front of him. The sight of the wailing eyes of Zoya makes Hans unable to refuse his request. Zoya, the sad eyes that always touch the hard side of Hans' heart.

"All right, we better go straight home. " Hans waited for Zoya to get out of her seat, while Ale was already in her arms. They walked towards a parked car not far from the restaurant building.

Seemed the atmosphere began to be regular, the firefighters had already shown the action. Hans drives a car leaving the scene of a night market tragedy.

The black Mercy turned in the courtyard of the two-story house which was dominated by white. Hurrying, Hans exited the car towards the next door, he heartily picked up Ale who was asleep in Zoya's lap.

"Zoy, come with me! " said Hans Out of Ale's room and into his room.

"Sit down! " let Hans with his chin point towards the bed. Zoya hesitantly follows Hans' orders, while the man of maximum height walks to the direction of the shelf in the corner of the room.

Hans returned with a medicine box, making Zoya's feeling stiffened even a little relieved.

"Just open your headscarf! You won't sin if I see your hair! " said Hans by bending his knees so that his height could be level with Zoya.

Zoya's tiny fingers began to remove the headscarf, apparently long black hair was decomposed so beautifully. Hans was so unnerved, the long hair as if framing the cheeks of a Zoya cabbi, made the girl look even more adorable. It felt like Hans was so reluctant to take his gaze away from the sculptured face of ayu in front of him.

"Mas." call Zoya to wake Hans from the admiration of her father's face. Can not be denied by Hans, if Zoya has more beauty.

Hans treated Zoya's injured forehead, a scratch that was deep enough to penetrate the fabric of her hijab.

"Hold a minute, yeah! " Hans gave the red medicine, before wrapping it with gauze.

Hans's sharp eyes now clung to the beautiful eyes in front of him. Meanwhile, Zoya lowered her face, trying to hide the red hue on her cab's cheeks. Seeing Zoya blush, Hans drew closer, as if chasing after a hammering face. Hans's handsome face further eroded the distance between the two.

" Sat..tok ..tok....! " the sound of knocking on the door made Hans aware of the situation that almost made him fall asleep.

"Yes...! " ans answered Hans, then let out a long sigh as if he had just regained consciousness. He is almost overwhelmed with admiration for Zoya's beauty.

Hans opened the room door, seeing Bi Muna already standing in front of the door.

"Sir, I told you that the food at the table was brought home. And tomorrow, Ms. Zoya is asked to make the same dish to go to Miss Santi's house! "

"All right! " ans replied flatly, even though he was very nervous about the behavior of his mother who was more beautiful.

"What does my wife think cooks? " grunts Hans by looking for his cell phone to call his mother.

"Damn .... Habits, Mama! " sure Hans who already knew the wits of his mother turned off his phone to avoid rejection.

"What's up, Mom? " asked Zoya when she saw Hans throwing his phone.

Instead of directly answering, Hans instead slammed his body beside Zoya who was still staring at him confused.

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