The Secret of Zoya's Love

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"But, I don't like it if anyone interrupts my lunch hour." Hans muttered, his eyes staring intently at his wife who started to step back and hit the sofa. His hand took Zoya's luggage and placed it on the sofa. Without letting go of his eyes on his wife's face, the handsome face began to erode the distance between them. A gentle kiss now landed on the wife's tiny lips.

"Mas, it's in the office! " zoya protests by pushing the chest of the field that does not budge at all.

" Nobody will bother you!" Hans tried to convince his wife.

"Ta-butiii..." Hans managed to silence his wife's sentence by giving ****** soft on his lips, so Zoya got carried away in his game.

"Drt... Drt...drt!" the sound of Hans' cell phone was heard many times making Hans stop the action.

"Shiiittt." he said by approaching a flat object lying on his desk.

"Hae, Bang. I'm in front of your room!" Rey's words made Hans want to curse the man.

"Come open the door, Bang. I mean well." continued Rey when she heard Hans snorting from her phone.

"Zoy, trim your clothes and sit quietly!" hans's word when he remembered that he had slightly ruined Zoya's look.

The man with the cool look stepped up to open the door. Actually he was very lazy to meet Rey, especially at the wrong time. But, he thought there might be something important that the tall man wanted to convey.

"Hae Bang, I brought you something!" Rey immediately entered as soon as the door of the room was opened.

"Eh there's Zoya. How you doing, Zoy?" ask Rey who immediately approached the sofa where Zoya was also sitting there. Zoya was suddenly awkward as she stared at the cold face of her husband.

"What do you need? " asked Hans directly choosing to sit next to his wife. His hand took his wife's tiny hand and pinned his fingers between the little fingers.

"I want to say thank you, yesterday saved my life!" said Rey by bringing a parcel parcel parcel.

"Ohhh-It doesn't matter. What's the problem right now is that you've been interrupting my time with my wife." Hans replied in an annoyed tone.

"Geez there's no base, Bang." so late Rey smiled. Rey's gaze now turned to Zoya who just looked down by playing the tips of her fingers.

"Alright well, this time I gave up on not wanting to be labeled as a shameless man." Rey, as she left, the man with the formal look rushed away.

Rey's Pov

It's not just a joke if I like Zoya, a beautiful woman with a simple look that makes me unable to avoid her charm. The first time I saw her coming out of the Mirota Classic, I almost got her acquainted. But, when I heard the little boy call Mama, I reduced my intentions. There was disappointment in my heart.

It wasn't easy for me to admire someone, but Zoya was able to attract my sympathies then it seemed like I fell in love with that unpretentious figure. His father's face, his gentle demeanor and the more here he is indeed someone I desire, I believe his figure is able to be a good wife and mother for my children later.

I'm not a good man, but of course I want a good woman to be my life companion.a woman I can trust and a woman who can make me and my little family feel comfortable.

Really, I sometimes get jealous of that cool-ass lawyer. I don't know what he did until his life was so lucky to have an angel like Zoya.

Rey stepped out with a wry smile. He fell in love and at the same time heartbroken instantly because he had fallen in love with someone else's property.

Still indoors, Hans throws his body on the couch after Reynaldy's departure. He was so upset, his plans were thwarted by the man who bluntly liked his wife.

For a moment his eyes closed, This time his head felt throbbing dizzy.

"Mas Hans is still sick?"zoya asked with the back of her hand on Hans' forehead. Hans's lack of fitness still makes Zoya a little anxious.

"I'm fine, Zoy. But the one below is not well" Hans replied by looking between his crotches.

"Oh Allah, it could be!" sahut Zoya with a red face. Perhaps no one would have thought if the owner of the cool face was used to hurl vulgar words at his wife.

"Seriously, I can't bear to pounce on you!"

"Well to eat, first! " Zoya paid no heed to Hans' words, he immediately prepared a lunch menu that Hans had ordered. Hans looked at Zoya so deeply.

" Zoy, I love you. Truly, I never intended to betray you." Hans' words managed to make a smile on the woman's lips.

"Eatya stay away from everything that causes slander is much better, Mas. Let there be no misunderstanding."

"Certainness, Zoy. I'm always stuck."

"Either, trapped or falling into a trap, I don't know either." said Zoya lightly to make Hans feel anxious.

"Didn't you believe?" This time Hans started pulling the tiny body in his arms. He pinched the top of his wife's nose which was now too talkative.

After returning from the office, Zoya asks Hans to drive her to grocery shopping. After that, they did not go home immediately. Hans chooses to take Zoya to the apartment.

"Mas, why are we going to the apartment?" zoya asks after they get out of the elevator and walk towards Hans' apartment unit.

"I'm going to exercise here" he replied briefly.

"Mas, pity Ale if it's waiting for us." Zoya tries to remind her that there is still Ale who will definitely wait for them.

"I told you Mama, if we're going to stay at the apartment." replied Hans briefly his hand still pressed the password to the entrance of his apartment.

Without further ado, after the door closed again, Hans immediately hugged his wife's body."Mas." Zoya was stunned when she saw the reaction of her husband who arrived to pounce on her even though their position was still in the living room.

"I can't stand it, Zoya" Hans said, opening his wife's veil. He carried the tiny body on the sofa, still on the sofa of the main room he began to fondle his wife.

"Mas, this is still in the living room, lo! " said Zoya reminded.

"I know, don't talk too much! I will teach you a new style." replied Hans, skillfully, his hands began to unbutton his wife's clothes and that too without removing the pagutan on the chin and berahan switched on the neck.

"God...! " says Hans when the voice of Zoya's phone sounds very disturbing. Their activities stopped, Zoya returned a little tidying up her clothes.

"Hello, baby!" greet Zoya while looking at Ale's face on the phone screen. He also had a glance at Hans who was so upset stepping into the room.

"Mama, where?" ask Ale.

"Mama's with Papa in the apartment. Ale same Oma first yes!" pinta Zoya, which Ale did not answer. The boy just pouted.

"Darling, Mama closed first. Assalamu'alaikum." When Ale did not answer his greetings he knew the boy was sulking again because he did not want to be left alone.

On the other hand Zoya also knows that the big baby is also upset. After putting her phone back on, Zoya walks into the room. It looks Hans who has been lying with an arbitrary position and legs that are still hanging.

Zoya stood by the bed, watching the face of the man who was still closing his eyes. The line of vexation was clearly painted on her husband's handsome face, let alone with a frown.

"Mas Hans." call Zoya by rubbing her jaw overgrown with fine fur while she is already sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I know, if Mas Hans isn't sleeping." Zoya continued to make Hans open his eyes. He stared at it for a moment the tiny body sitting beside him.

"Say you want sport?" Zoya reminds Hans of the reason for taking her to the apartment.

"Yeah." said Hans briefly. The man immediately got up and turned his wife's body.

"I'm going to start a push-up style, first!" he said by clenching the tiny body underneath. This time he didn't want anyone to bother him anymore.

"Two or three rounds? " ask Hans to start the action. Instead of answering Zoya just blushed in embarrassment.

"Every time I see you I can't stand it, Zoy." she said without giving Zoya a chance to answer. Hans simply silenced Zoya's tiny lips with *******. He started a passionate activity in the afternoon.

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