Another Chance
Chapter 40

The night has come. Zoya and Nio are now lying in the mix after putting the child to sleep. Zoya is a little worried about her husband's injuries, but Nio says that he is fine.

No conversation, just a soft touch of hand. Zoya's own condition is still shocked to be visited by people she really hates. The woman became quiet more often making her husband feel worried.

"Zoya" call Nio.

"Hmmmm? Yes, Mas. Wh why? Does your back hurt?" ask Zoya to worry.

"No, Cherie," answered Nio by gently tucking her forehead. "I want to ask you something. Hhmmmm but I'm afraid you're uncomfortable" he said carefully.

"What about my relationship with my mother's family?" guess Zoya.

"Actually I don't want to kepo, but seeing you sad this way I'm also sad and worried. If you want to tell a story, say, honey. You have me now who will continue beside you and listen to your grievances." Nio rubbed the cheek of his wife who was still silent without answering.

"But if you don't want to tell a story, that's okay. We'll rest, yeah. Don't you want to go see Raina tomorrow?"

"Maas ...." Finally the woman made her voice.

"Why, Cherie?" ask Nio.

"If they come again, please get rid of them, yes. I really don't want to see them." Now Zoya's trembling hands made Nio move and look at his wife who was shedding tears.

"Hey, why?" ask Nio.

"I hate them, I don't want to see them anymore" Zoya cried with tears.

Nio quickly hugged his sobbing wife. "Okey, I'll get the bodyguards and Jessica to turn them down if they come again. Relax, Sweetheart. I won't let them see you. I won't let anyone hurt you, including your own family. Relax, yes." Nio rubbed his wife's back sadly. Although he does not know the story of the wife, he can guess that Zoya has a deep wound that was inscribed by his family.

Nio let Zoya let out her grief. He rubbed his wife's back or kissed her head. As the stuffing subsided, Nio grabbed a drinking pppair glass and gave it to his beloved woman.

"Thank you, Mom." Zoya's voice looked hoarse after crying. Nio got rid of the haircut that covered the area of his wife's face.

"Don't cry anymore, yeah. Look, your voice is half gone. You can also get dizzy later. We face everything together, yes. Don't feel alone because I'm with you." Nio rubbed Zoya's forehead which was still shrinking and he rubbed so that the wife to release her tension.

"Thank you." Zoya hugged her husband back.

"How are you feeling now?" ask Nio.

"More better."

"Great." Nio kissed his wife's soft forehead.

"I'm hungry" said Zoya.

"What do you want to eat, honey?" ask Nio.

"If I want to eat out, can't I?" ask the woman again.

"Can. Where do you want to eat?"

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"Would you eat here?" ask Nio after arriving at the destination that Zoya wants.

"Yupz. I haven't been here in a long time. Come on." The beautiful woman with the dark blue hoodie pulled her husband into a roadside catfish tent.

"Mas Sapto!"

"Well, Neng Zoya. Any where to? It has not been here for a long time" said a forty-five-year-old man who looked sparklingly at the woman in front of him.

"I'm busy taking care of the kids, Mas. Mas how are you? The more crowded the tent," said Zoya spread the gaze staring at the tent is now wider than the last time he came.

"The news is good. Neng Zoya is getting brighter," praised the owner of the tent.

"Ah, could you, Mas. Oh yeah, meet me, this is my husband. How handsome, isn't it?" zoya embraces her husband's arm.

"Wes fits!" Sapto buttoned his thumb.

"Arsenio." Nio shook Sapto's hand. And vice versa.

"Sit, sit. Want to order as usual?" ask Sapto.

"All the menus in this tent. I want a mukbang," Zoya cheered.

"Ready, Princess." Sapto saluted the beautiful woman.

Zoya invited her husband to sit down. There were some people staring at Zoya as well as Nio, then whispered. The couple did not care and chose to sit down in a place that was not too crowded.

"This is my favorite restaurant, Mas. I even worked here before I became an artist" Zoya said, smiling at her husband.

Hearing that Nio was surprised. Ever worked before becoming an artist? Zoya began her career at the age of fourteen, then worked in the tent at what age?

"Are you serious?" ask Nio in disbelief. "I'm sorry, but you're the son of Samudera Lavani and Ken Ayu Maharahi. How can a young man work in a place like this? We know how rich your parents are," he said, still shocked in disbelief.

Zoya smiled wryly hearing that. "Mas really wants to know what happened to me in the past? I'm afraid Mas won't accept it" Zoya said, staring sadly at her husband.

Nio clasped the woman's hand and gulped her. "If you don't want to tell a story, that's okay, honey. Especially if you cut the wound again. I don't want to," he answered.

Zoya smiled, then kissed her husband's hand. "It's okay. I just want to let out my pain through Mas. Can you, right?" tanyakanya.

"Sure, Cherie. You can share everything with me. I'll be happy when you believe me" Nio replied with a serious face.

Zoya smiled and nodded.

"I'm not the son of Ocean Lavani."