
"What's your name?" zahra asked, still with a smile that continued to be engraved on her lips, though her heart was fragile, seeing her husband carrying another woman, who was none other than his own honey.
Although this was her own desire, to be reunited with her husband's second wife.
"Z-zoya," Zoya answered nervously.
"Hey need not be nervous" said Zahra and Zoya nodded.
"You're so pretty, let alone your eyes. It's beautiful," praised Zahra, at the honey.
"We better go to the kitchen yuk, prepare food for lunch," said Zahra again, while inviting Zoya to the kitchen.
"Well, then I'll take care of Zahwa" Nares said.
"Yes, um." Zahra goes to the kitchen, followed by Zoya.
While Nares he was still in the living room while taking his daughter to play.
In the kitchen, Zahra and Zoya are now preparing food to be arranged on the dining table.
"Zoya, can I ask you a question?" asked Zahra, after putting the vegetables on the table.
"May, my sister asked me what."
"Don't call brother, just call mbak."
"Good."
"I just wanted to ask, you have mixed blood huh?" zahra asked, even though she already knew about Zoya from her husband, but Zahra still wanted to ask Zoya, itung-itung could make them familiar.
"Yes, I do have European ancestry" Zoya replied.
"Well, you're like an outsider. Moreover, your beautiful eyes are blue, really very beautiful."
"You can't, you're beautiful. Instead, Nares loves her very much" said Zoya, and Zahra just smiled.
"I'm sorry, ma'am" said Zoya, bowing her head.
"I'm sorry, for ... "
"For everything. I apologize, for daring to enter the household mbak and also sister Nares, I should not have entered into your household. I feel sinful" said Zoya.
"Hey, it's all fate. Maybe I was destined to have a honey" Zahra said with a smile, though her heart ached saying that, but she would accept it as much as possible.
"But because I'm so hurt, if you want me to part with Nares, I'm ready." Zoya feels pain when she says that she is ready to part with Nares, but her heart is not ready if she has to part with the person she loves.
Yes, Zoya did love Nares from first sight. But she must not be selfish, she must be willing if the first wife of her husband, asking him to leave the life of Nares.
Ready not to be ready, then she must be ready to go and separate from her husband who she loves.
"Hey, what are you saying. I can't possibly ask our husband to divorce you, never mind. I've considered you my sister, I don't care if I have to share my husband with you" said Zahra, with trembling lips, but she tried not to be seen by Zoya.
Hearing this made Zoya cry, then she hugged Zahra tightly.
"I'm sorry, sorry" said Zoya.
"Husstt, don't cry. Later beautiful loh," he said after releasing a hug from Zoya, then Zahra wipe away the tears that flowed on Zoya's cheeks.
"Thank you" said Zoya, smiling.
"Well, we'd better call our husband."
The words uttered by Zahra made Zoya feel bad, because of the name 'our husband. '
They went to the living room, and when they got there, they both saw a soothing sight.
"Oh my God, the father's behavior is the same," said Zahra, he woke Nares up, and lifted Zahwa to carry him in his arms.
"Wake up." Zahra woke her husband by shaking his shoulder.
While one hand he used to hold his daughter. Before long, Nares woke up from his sleep.
"Oh excuse me, mas overslept," he said with a hoarse voice typical of people who wake up.
"What's wrong, we should eat. Mas the same Zoya first, I want to put Zahwa to bed in the room first," said Zahra.
He went straight up the stairs to his room on the second floor. Nares and Zoya are still in the living room.
"Come on." Nares invites his little wife to go to the kitchen, and Zoya follows Nares from behind.
The two arrive at the dinner table, and Nares tells Zoya to sit on a chair.
"Sit down" she asked.
"Yes, um." Zoya sat on the left seat, while Nares sat in the middle seat.
Before long Zahra joined them, he sat in the right seat opposite Zoya.
Actually, the three felt awkward to be in this position, but how else this is the destiny that they must accept.
Zahra brought rice and side dishes for her husband, and Nares received them with a beautiful smile from his lips.
And it did not escape Zoya's vision, he saw the interaction between the two.
"They're very romantic, huh. Whether I can run all this, I feel guilty for loving someone's husband. Although he has also become my husband, "inner Zoya.
"Zoya, please take the food," said Zahra.
"Ah yes." Zoya takes food for herself.
The three of them also ate together, no sound only clangs heard from spoons and plates.
°°°
After discussing the relationship between the three of them, Nares takes Zoya to meet his parents.
How can he not keep hidden from the two who have given birth to him.
At first Zoya refused, on the grounds that later she met her husband's parents.
But Nares forced her, and inevitably she complied with her husband's request.
And here they were, in a magnificent two-story room.
They both got out of the car, and Nares took his little wife's hand. Because he knew his wife, he was nervous right now.
"Assalamu'alaikum" said Nares, after being in the living room where his parents were sitting on the couch.
"Wa'alaikum greetings" answered Nares' parents.
"Who is she res?" asked the youngest son Anggun.
"This is how, it should be allowed to sit first, before asking." The son also spoke.
"Ah yes. Sorry, mama forgot. Please sit down" said the mother.
Nares and Zoya sit on the couch facing off against Nares' mother and father.