Unanimous

SEASON II: EPS 14

In a building on the corner of the city.

A girl just finished drying her hair with a dryer. He put the little towel back in its place. Then wearing a very beautiful nightgown wrapped her beautiful body.

Ravela Gisha, an independent girl who wanders to the Capital, is far from family. He is a hard worker and actually has a high social spirit.

His age had passed from the head of three, but Vela had never crossed over to marry and build a family. That's because he has criteria that are very difficult to reach by men in his neighborhood.

Vela longs for men who are kind, handsome, established and romantic. I don't know why this criterion hasn't been found until he sees the other side of himself. After a long search, why does his heart tend to a married man?

Vela doesn't want to be stamped as a female usurper belonging to people. Yes, capturing Zayn from Wiya is also something that is almost impossible.

Then Vela threw herself on the bed. He opened his phone and opened social media. Somehow the first one he wanted to see was Ilma Qawiya's profile.

The more traced, the more Vela felt incomparable if he had to compete with the wife of the leader is cunningly. Almost perfect, there is no gap that can be commented from the woman.

Looking for Zayn's attention was useless. Never mind being interested, Zayn never even glanced. But Vela's got one last way, he'll try.

Vela breathed a heavy breath. He wasn't sure if this would adjust the results as he wanted. But he certainly doesn't want anyone to get hurt.

Vela got up, took the laptop and opened it from the top of the bed. There are still some reports of social activities that Vela has not completed. But suddenly he remembered the schedule of the leader tomorrow morning which was very important and could not be shifted anymore. Last afternoon he was already very overwhelmed moving a series of schedules for tomorrow.

"Oh, this really should be the meeting at 7 am tomorrow. Mr. Zayn must have come at 8 if I hadn't reminded him. But calling him at this hour is the same time I'm looking to die, how dong?"

Vela glanced at the walker clock on her nightstand, only a few minutes passed from eight o'clock at night.

"But if it's not on the phone, tomorrow I'm sprayed in other words not to remember. Duh.tell me aja ah. Being scolded today or tomorrow is also scolded" said Vela again.

Finally Vela took the phone not far from her sitting position and made a voice call to Zayn's number.

Long enough the tone of the call continued to ring, Vela almost canceled her intention and ended the call. But immediately the call was connected. Vela could hardly believe it, Zayn answered her call outside of working hours.

The residence of Ilyas' father

Zayn and Wiya were already in their room after dinner while having a light chat with Mom and Dad. Although tired, but each of them looks fresh after exercise. Spend quality time together.

"Tok you to Wiy's office?" ask Zayn to his wife who is now beside him.

"Eumm, I think you're interested," Wiya replied as she stabbed her index finger in the skin of her husband's chest.

"lho, why? tomorrow is the schedule for the office.  Not bored at home?"

"Hmmm, don't tell me you forgot what day tomorrow is?"

"I don't think I've forgotten baby, tomorrow's Thursday, right?" Zayn Goda

"That's it..."

"Ehehee, how could I forget dear. Tomorrow is the day I fight for you,"

"Yes tomorrow I want to make a special meal, we have a romantic dinner at home, huh mas?"

"Yes, but tonight let me eat you first huh,"

Zayn began to pass small movements that made Wiya's position unstable.  Wiggling, making hissing sounds, responding to her husband's intense and possessive touch.

Zayn made a small kiss on the corner of his wife's lips that felt very sweet. Then he held Wiya's chin to be able to mop up all the taps there. He made his wife unable to remain silent.

Wiya returned the treatment of her husband with sweetness anyway. Zayn traced all the sensitive parts in Wiya's body, his wife's whimper made his desire even more passionate.

The atmosphere that began to feel hot immediately paused because of the sound of the phone ringing.  Wiya releases herself because what rings is her husband's cell phone. Wiya allowed her husband to answer the call first.

With the position still in the deck, Wiya grabbed the phone and saw whose name was listed on the screen.

Zayn did not care, he still launched the action of fondling every inch of his wife's body.

"Vela? Mas, Vela nih," said Wiya gave her husband a cell phone.

Wiya was not at all bad to think. He knew very well, there must be something important that made Vela have to contact Zayn at this hour.

"You lift it up" Zayn said in a voice that had been ruffled.

"Hal..hello," said Wiya stammered, because Zayn did not release the pagutan at the corner of his lips.

"Good night, ma'am, sorry to interrupt. There's something important I want to say with Mr. Zayn!"

"Yes...yes..gi., what about?" refrain from making strange sounds because now her husband's hands are getting grimy. "Emmh, how's Miss Vela?"

"Mom? Wiya's mother? Are you okay?"

Wiya kept the phone away so that the voice was not heard there. She tried to withdraw from the action her husband was doing. But free, Zayn is getting excited about doing what he wants to do.

"No.na Vela, emmh.please in the wash yes, this is me again.la.again not feeling well,"

"Good God, I'm sorry ma'am. Okay, I'll send you a message. Again I am sorry. Good night"

Without answering the greetings from Vela, the call was decided. He stared resentfully at the husband who was deliberately teasing him while he was talking to Vela. Zayn grinned triumphantly. Seeing her husband's nosy smile, Wiya immediately dumped the phone in any direction and reciprocated all her husband's treatment with equal, even crazier revenge.

***

After getting dressed again, Wiya took the phone she had dumped. Open a message from Vela.

"Mas, this is Vela sending you your schedule tomorrow. From seven o'clock in the morning. It's an important meeting at seven o'clock tomorrow!" Wiya read the document's message.

"Yes, all the schedule from noon to afternoon I canceled, so it must be completed early tomorrow morning. You're okay here first?"

"Yes, it's okay" said Wiya

Zayn gave a gentle kiss on his wife's forehead, inviting Wiya to rest immediately. But Wiya's eyes never closed, a thought stuck in his head. As urgent to talk about.

"Mas, you're asleep?"

"Almost,"

"Mas, if only later I couldn't get pregnant. You're gonna leave me?"

"What did you say, Wiy?  don't think too much. Let's now sleep, "wrap her arms around to give her a semi-circular hug.

"I'm serious!" trying to break away.

"You're going to get pregnant, baby, I promise you I'll impregnate you,"

"I'm holding your line, you know I don't tolerate lies. So we should be honest with each other if you want to marry again, mending said, I can't imagine what it's like to be cheated,"

"God willing, dear" said Zayn on the threshold of consciousness.

"God willing what mas? you really want to get married again?"

"God will not cheat dear. Astagfirullah Wiy, I'm so sleepy in love. I have to leave early tomorrow, right?"

"Huuuu..huuu..iya mas, sorry I like not to control sometimes if it's been baper all day."

"I feel you, baby. You think too much. Now go to sleep, I hug."

And that hug led them to sleep until morning.

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Dear readers, many dm and comments that come in and say deg-deg gan and impressed not to enjoy this story. Ehehehe. what you are reading is the second season of Zayn and Wiya's life. It's just eps 14, so sorry if it's kind of boring. Because this is the same if you just returned to the opening part, the introduction of figures and so on.

As the author said, the conflict in season II is not far from the natural conflict of household life that occurs. As much as possible, the author does not create a fabricated conflict. All will be interconnected, and certainly later it can only be seen after the peak of the conflict and anticlimax.

This is the first author novel, so there are still many defects and lack of. Still need criticism and constructive advice for the continuation of the work in the future.

The good news is, this second novel will not be long anyway.the peak of the conflict and the description of the solution will only update less than one month (Hopefully according to plan).

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