
If Zoya is okay with her new life, things are inversely proportional to Zayyan who is now worse than her unmarried. After having a wife, do not go home quickly like other husbands, but he was reluctant to go home for the last two weeks and it made Amora shrouded in guilt to Abraham who kept asking why his daughter was treated unnaturally by Zayyan.
On the other hand, Azoya who had not returned home for a month made Amora overwhelmed with anxiety. Agatha and Zico are also bothered by Zoya's disappearance, even Azoya's status has now been listed as a missing person. A little late actually, Amora only cares when this kind of thing has happened.
Alexander's family is increasingly chaotic, there is no peace that was once the trust of Alexander before he died, Agatha who has just begun to care for her stepbrother feels guilty because everything is too late. It's just that, they're screwed up even more Zayyan.
Returning to make the drink an escape, every time she remembered Zoya she would try to calm herself down in that way. Rosa, who knew her husband as upset herself, but which man dared to reject her charm, thought Rosa confidently.
"It just doesn't make sense, you know for yourself how many men want me, Cel ... While he was, even I had tried to tease him but still did not work, two weeks did not go home at all. Eeugh is such a bitch, there must be something between him and his innocent sister!!"
In her room, Rosa was grumbling and expressing her frustration about Zayyan. The man's cold and mysterious attitude was completely unexpected and even made Rosa feel like she had failed to become a woman. All this time he will always succeed in making men subjugated, but strangely Zayyan did not submit at all, even interested not.
"Calm down first, but first I wanted to ask .. isn't he your type?" ask someone across there with a crisp laugh and it makes Rosa even more fed up.
"Not my type, but his attitude like this makes me curious .. his body is pretty handsome, his face is quite handsome. There's no harm in me wanting her once in a while" Rosa said, biting her lower lip, she was staring at her pretty face in front of the mirror.
"Hahaha basic, I thought your instincts were different .. Why? Miss caress? So go home, Ricko's waiting for you here."
"I'm curious, please underline .. pe-na-sa-ran," said Rosa pressed her every sentence, the woman seemed to be annoyed once considered caress-hungry by Celia.
Chequelek
In the middle of her conversation with Celia, the door to the room was now open and the man she had been talking about had entered with her shaky steps. Zayyan's appearance was chaotic and this was the first return after several weeks of Zayyan going somewhere, Rosa's smile when she saw how the man with the gallant body threw his body on the bed.
"Drunk?"
Brugh
In a matter of seconds, Zayyan who was closed pulled Rosa's body until it fell on it. The man looked at her with reddened eyes and it made Rosa's instincts as a mature woman speak for themselves.
She wanted this man, there was one thing that made Rosa curious about Zayyan. Without a hint of hesitation, Rosa began to kiss Zayyan's lips tenderly, not caring even though without reply she suddenly became a wild woman in the arms of a man who seemed to not want her.
"Darling?" Zayyan's hoarse voice increasingly made Rosa rustle, she patted the man's curves with her fingers, trying to make Zayyan horned with every touch.
"Mrs ...."
Rosa's eyes bought when the name escaped Zayyan's lips just before she opened Zayyan's shirt. Clearly Rosa heard the name of her sister-in-law Zayyan said, but she tried to think clearly and consider this only a form of Zayyan's longing for the sister who left the house after Alexander's death.
"Call my name, Zayyan .. I'm your wife, and you promised Papa to make me happy" she whispered as she continued to dip her fingers on Zayyan's chest.
Drunk and Zayyan misses Zoya very much. In Zayyan's eyes the woman he now has in his arms is Zoya, only she's a little foreign to the way Zoya treats her. "Darling, are you back? For me, right?"
"Hm, I'm yours, Zayyan, '" he whispered, then after making Zayyan bare-chested, leaving only black jeans and Rosa seemed to have trouble opening them.
"I miss you, Zoya"
"Done your longing, I'm yours tonight." Rosa didn't care though it wasn't her name that Zayyan called, all she wanted was the satisfaction of this man, that was all.
- To Be Continue -