Heaven on lara
Chapter 38. Considerations

Zoya comes out of the building where she is studying with a happy feeling. The materials and practices he just received made Zoya want to try it at home immediately.

With Sely, Zoya walks side by side towards the parking lot. "Zoya, me first huh? It's been waiting for Yayang," said Sely smiling dude. Zoya smiled back at Sely's words.

One week after getting to know Sely, Zoya begins to know what kind of nature Sely is. "Be careful on the road, Sel" said Zoya as Sely drove his bike past his steed. "Ready! I'm staying first yeah,"

After that, there was no sound anymore because Sely had left with his favorite motorcycle. Zoya rushes to wear a helmet and gets on the bike and starts the engine.

On her way out of the building, Zoya pauses to look to the left, making sure that she is safe to cross. As she looks back straight, Zoya finds the man again, the man Zoya has met for the third time.

He was standing in front of the shophouse facing the building where Zoya was studying while his eyes looked at Zoya. Zoya blinked her eyes afraid of seeing wrong.

However, the man standing across the street was indeed Pratama. Zoya turned her gaze to dispel her nervousness. Zoya is clearly still ringing with Tama's remark that she asked permission to mention Zoya's name in the third of the night.

There's a pound that doesn't know, Zoya doesn't know. Zoya has not yet put forward her motorbike, there is a car that has stopped in front of her. Someone behind the wheel opens the glass so Zoya can figure out who she is.

"Mas Zaky? What's up?" zoya asked slightly lowered her head to be able to see Zaky's face. Likewise with Zaky, she bows her head to look at Zoya's face. "Goddessa, Zoya. There's something important I need to talk about" Zaky told Zoya to come closer.

"Zada said he wanted to see you first before he was actually in prison" whispered Zaky as Zoya's face approached. And for some reason, Zoya nods as if agreeing with Zada to meet him.

"Then, come with me. Motor you let my people take care of later," There is no other choice. Zoya gets off the bike. Just as she was about to get into the car whose door she had opened, Zoya could see a flat gaze from Tama. I don't know, Zoya wouldn't take that look. The relationship between the two is not that close.

After Zoya enters, Zaky immediately takes the car to the city streets. There is not much conversation between the two. About half an hour, Zaky's car entered the house that Zoya once lived in.

Zoya let out a long sigh as the sweet and bitter memories that the house had left behind made the corner in her heart feel pain. Zoya still remembers what the house was like, the dividers, even the color of the ceramic floor that the house uses.

Zoya stared at the house full of memories before her for a moment. There is a longing there to explore the contents of the house but, the logic says that Zoya must hurry to finish her business. "Zoya?" call Zaky Karana since Zoya even daydreamed.

"Yes?" zoya replied.

"We're down now," asked Zaky gently who got a nod from Zoya. Zaky gets out of the car followed by Zoya who runs behind Zaky. "You ... No papa, right?" ask Zaky to make sure.

Zoya smiled and nodded confidently. "I certainly can" Zoya replied without hesitation. Zoya knows enough that Zaky has been worried about her feelings. And it's true, his feelings are not okay considering that someone who will be met is not an ordinary person but rather, the person who once gave him love and incised a wound.

"Come on!" ask Zaky again to step foot into the house. Since in front, there were already several policemen standing guard at Zada's house. Perhaps, the police are afraid that Zada will run away even though it will never happen because Zada is the one who turned himself in.

Zaky takes Zoya to the room she used to make a library and Zada's workplace. Zoya certainly still remembers it clearly because her departure from home was not how long with Zoya staying in the house.

The photos that Zoya once displayed in the hallway have been replaced by its current owner. In the past, Zoya posted a photo of herself and Zada on a large frame. Now, the frame has been replaced with a photo of a Zada. Zoya frowned in wonder. 'Why aren't there any Ghaida?' zoya wonders.

"Let's go in," Zaky's voice manages to distract Zoya. Zoya nodded and followed Zaky who had already walked first.

Chequek.

"Come in, Zoya. We'll wait for you and Zada here. The door will still be left open for fear of unwanted things" explained Zaky who got a nod from Zoya.

After the two policemen left the room, Zoya went deeper and deeper to see Zada. Just a few steps into Zoya, she has found the whereabouts of Zada sitting on the floor wearing a prisoner T-shirt.

"Zoya?" There was a shiver on the tone of speech that Zada let out and it made Zoya's heart slightly pinched. "Yes, it's me, Mas" Zoya answered with great difficulty and walked up to Zada. Zoya sits on a bare ceramic floor to align her height with Zada's.

"I came because — Mas Zaky said — You want to talk important," said Zoya without bothering to stare at her interlocutor.

Zada nods, which Zoya can still catch through the tail of her eyes. "What's wrong?" ask Zoya straight to the point. "Zoya?" call the gentle Zada. "Yes?" zoya asked, trying to be ordinary.

"Do you know the news that's going on?" ask Zada who got the nod from Zoya. "Yes, that's why I married Ghaida. I killed the man who made Ghaida pregnant and made Ghaida his slave sek*s," Zada explained pausing his words to inhale a lot of oxygen.

Zoya still quietly listened to the continuation of the story. "I married Ghaida only as a form of responsibility that led to—"

Zoya nodded in understanding. He could not bear if Zada had to say a sentence that was very painful for him. "Then?"

Zada sighed again before continuing his sentence. "Then Ghaida and I made a pact that Ghaida would not report me to the police if I wanted to marry her. At that time, I was so scared that I chose to marry her. And to be honest, I'm starting to have a taste for her,"

Zoya grieves softly as her chest feels tightness and pain. It wasn't that easy to erase Zada's name in his heart. In fact, the man in front of him had made the world of Zoya wither unceremoniously.

"Is that all you want to talk about? It does not really matter, Mas," said Zoya trivial because it was a 'important' meeting that Zada meant was not as important as the title.

"No. There are still some things that I have to say and hope, will be your consideration later,"

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