
A full day Zayyan spent with Fabian, deliberately making his son not nap. According to sources he can if the child is tired during the day then he will go to bed early, for Fabian to sleep early and soundly in the evening Zayyan even willingly took his son for an afternoon walk.
Zoya thinks she's taking Fabian out because she wants to be close to her son. Indeed, Zoya did not think that the husband wanted her to behave so sweetly with his son.
While Zayyan was coming home, the woman made the most of her time. Zoya's head was made a little sick to see the way Zayyan styled her clothes, exactly the boarding boy.
"It wasn't this bad."
The closet where to store his clothes is indeed very neat, maybe because it has never been touched. Another case with Zayyan himself, somehow the man was far from neat. The perfect man who used to be chatty if Zoya was not neat now seems to just disappear, really Zoya is confused at any moment with the act of the husband.
Relax, tidying up is not as difficult as putting life together, Zoya thought. The woman started taking out all of Zayyan's clothes for her to rearrange. It didn't take long for Zoya to finish this, she was quite well-trained since she had gotten used to it.
Until when it was almost done all, Zayyan just returned with Fabian who is now in focus with a piece of mango in his hand. Obviously they went to the kitchen first before entering the room, Zoya thought.
"Just come home, where are you taking her?"
"Supermarket, buy some fruit, don't you, Bian?" Far away, even though Zoya has said not to go too far but still the man is defiant.
"He didn't nap today, Brother also .. said he was dizzy," Zoya said, making Zayyan momentarily silent.
"Who said?"
"Sister Zico."
"He's here?" asked Zayyan frowning.
"Yes, you're lying or what? He thought it was really sick, he even brought milk with honey .. it's in the refrigerator, he said love ginger if you want to drink." Zoya says what she heard from Zico, neither exaggerated nor discounted.
"Not an egg?"
"Said Zico Ginger, don't make your own potion."
Their conversation was different, Zayyan was indeed really unusual to be taken seriously just a little. She chuckles when she sees Zoya's understanding expression but tries to pretend not to know because she is embarrassed, strange when Zayyan is her own husband.
"Zico came just for that love?" asked Zayyan guessing there was another intention because there was no way he could be that careful, let alone know that Zoya is back now.
"No, Sister .. but she asked me to see Mama" said Zoya hesitated and she did not have the courage to do so.
"Want to?"
"So much Brother, but it feels like not first ... Mama didn't expect me to come home either" Zoya said, feeling she'd be better off with Zayyan and Fabian alone.
"Later, for now I just want us to live three lives .. What's there is enough, Zoya. After all, he's not your biological parents," added Zayyan who then made Zoya bow in lethargy, he had also suspected that a long time ago.
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Leaving Zayyan and Zoya's life now slowly improving, there is a broken heart that even loses itself. The man was again a prisoner of his father despite his adult age.
"How dare you meet that woman, I make sure you get nothing from me, Dikta."
The absolute threat posed by the father momentarily made Dikta frown. He had just planned to go see Zoya, the man was blocked and not even allowed to leave the room.
"An ancient threat, Papa Gilla huh? I'm an adult, I'm entitled to make my own choices."
"Papa always supports your decision while it is good, Zayyan is the eldest son of Alexander, if Papa knows the woman you are after is Alexander's son-in-law since the beginning of Papa forbid you, Dikta."
Dikta sighed harshly, whose mouth was now conveying that fact to his papa. If it had become increasingly difficult for Dikta to make a move, his papa was on Zayyan's side and it would obviously be difficult for him to do everything.
"Pa?"
"From today, all your facilities Papa blocked .. don't you think even though you are independent Papa can not act, Dikta."
Feeling like he had no way and worried that his son was actually doing such a thing, Widarman acted quickly and only in that way Dikta could not act much.
"Papa? Really, I'm making money on my own and Papa shouldn't be meddling like this!!" pekik Dikta revolted and clearly he did not accept the treatment of the father who considered him as a child.
"Not just yet!! You know how low those who take the happiness of others are like, Dikta? Worse than trash, they have no place in this world."
"But if that's how happy the road is? I need Zoya, Pa .. only Zoya makes me feel valuable," said Dikta, heating up with a tongue that felt an extraordinary mute.
"It won't be forever, Dikta. Do you remember how our family was? Devastated by the third person, you are the victim of the selfishness of a man who snatched Mama from Papa ... Papa doesn't want you to be the culprit, Dikta."
The man went up black, then Dikta seemed silent and did not have the answer he threw. Their debate stalled when Widarman made Dikta aware of bitter memories that did not happen a second time.
"Think again, don't be a fool to be a man .. There are so many women you can make a wife, so low in your degree if you have to take someone's wife."
- To Be Continue -