Heaven on lara
Chapter 3. TALAK ME, MAS!

Zoya has turned the dining table into a romantic dinner table. He also decorated his room and Zada. Today is the 3rd anniversary of Zoya and Zada's wedding. Zoya purposely prepares all to surprise her husband.

Zoya did not stop smiling when she saw her beautifully decorated room. "I have to take a bath and dress up with a special beauty for Mas Zada," Zoya monologued happily.

Not long after, Zoya was ready with her graceful and beautiful appearance. Zoya wears a mint-colored knee-length dress that fits perfectly with her white skin.

Zoya scratches her long hair and wears fragrances to make her husband feel happy. Not long after Zoya finished her makeup, she heard the roar of Zada's car on the terrace.

Zoya smiled when she realized her husband had come home. Zoya ran down the stairs. Zoya can't wait to surprise her husband.

Zoya waits for Zada at the door with a smile to welcome Zada. However, her smile faded when she saw a woman coming with her husband.

Zada looked at the silent Zoya staring at the door. Then, his gaze fell on Ghaida and said. "Shopper let me take it later. You come in with me,"

Ghaida turned to the door and saw her husband's first wife standing with a difficult look. Ghaida did not matter at all if her husband's first wife would hate him.

Zoya was still watching the two humans before her. Her feelings are suddenly unpleasant but, Zoya still tries to think positive. He tried to express a smile even though he was forced. Zoya sees her husband's fingers interlaced with the woman's fingers brought with him.

"Assalamualaikum, Mom. How is it today? Does smoothly? And ... Who is he, Mas?" Zoya is still trying to behave normally even though her tone sounds upset. She still had time to crucify and kiss the back of her husband's hand that was forced to be released from the sea.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Alhamdulilah smoothly because of the prayer from the wife of Solehah," replied Zada trying to smile. "Include me, this is Ghaida, Mas's second wife,"

Like being struck by lightning, Zoya's body suddenly limp, her chest feels tight, her throat is like there is a large stone blocking it. "Ka–you b–tell me, d–dia who? I–your second wife?" ask Zoya stammering.

Zada lowered his head and nodded confirming. She could not afford to look into Zoya's eyes looking at her covered in wounds. Looking at the nodding Zada, Zoya grew out of breath. He felt, his world had stopped spinning that second as well.

Zoya retreated slowly with a hand that wanted to reach for something. Zoya needs a grip because her body seems helpless. Zoya is too shocked by her husband's confession.

Zada and Ghaida, who realize that Zoya's body is suddenly out of balance, take the initiative to help her hold on. Zoya immediately raised her hand to stop the couple in front of her.

"Don't touch me! You think I can't stand on my own?" Zoya's tone of voice sounded vibrating and raucous. In fact, Zoya has not shed her tears at all. Zoya's tongue feels faint, her throat seems to be stuck and clenched with a large stone. Zoya is not willing, she is not able to.

However, she did not want to look weak in front of her husband's new wife. Zoya was dazed staring indistinctly at where she was headed. "Amuva ... You can explain everything...."

Again, Zoya raised her hand feeling that she did not need any explanation. Intentions want to give a surprise, it is he who is given a surprise that is so painful.

Like a daze, Zoya climbed back up the stairs to her room. She twisted the memory of the woman her husband had just brought. She's indeed hooded. Why would he want to be made second?

Zoya is at war with her inner self. Trying to find answers to what he is going through. Zoya is still not crying. He tried to hold back his tears so as not to fall in front of the second wife.

Without closing the door, Zoya walks to the mirror. He looked at his reflection in the glass. His face has not changed much. Zoya is looking for her flaws until Zada can feed her.

Zoya looked at her look in the mirror. Zoya soon finds out what causes Zada to abuse her. Zoya laughed bitterly, even bitterly. "I don't wear a veil, that's what I'm lacking. Yes, I realize, I lost to him, "Zoya laughed heartily.

It's so tight his chest. Zoya hit her chest several times because her respiratory tract cavity was like being squeezed by a huge stone.

Still trying to toughen up, Zoya ruffles the contents of the closet in search of something to wear. Zoya has got it. He immediately replaced his knee-length dress with a maroon-colored robe. He also wears his quadrilateral veil.

"Zoya.." call Zada who sees Zoya speechless in front of the mirror with her new look. Zoya turned her head and showed her sweet smile. But that's not what Zada saw. Zoya smiled with deep wounds.

Zada also pegged at the doorway when he saw his beautifully decorated room. Zada looked at the nightstand next to the bed with a cake that read 'Happy 3rd Anniversary'.

Zada is feeling more guilt.

"Why, Mas? You see this room, right? You saw that cake over there, right? That's for our anniversary. I'm the one who prepared it," Zoya shivered as she said it.

Without excuse, tears began to trickle down her smooth cheeks. It was so fast that Zoya could no longer stop him. "Why are you doing this to me, Mom? Do I have to be like her, hijab? I've already done it. I look pretty, don't I? Or is she more beautiful? Look at me, Mas! Just look at me once,"

Zoya is crying. He sat on the ceramic floor bending his knees. Zoya screamed, roared, and hit whatever was in front of her. Zoya felt, her heart was broken into pieces until it was no longer shaped.

Zada walked up to Zoya with tears that began to wet her cheeks. "Amuva ... You are beautiful with your own characteristics. I still love you so much. My love for you is not at all diminished" Zada said with a chest that felt tight to see Zoya who had been destroyed because of her.

Zoya looked up with her tears still faithfully flowing. "Love? What kind of love do you mean? This isn't love, Mom. This is not love ... Love won't hurt this much" Zoya said without raising her voice. He was so angry and disappointed that he could no longer express himself.

Zoya stood facing her husband. "Look at me, Mom! I'm beautiful, aren't I, wearing a hijab? This is what you wanted long ago? Why didn't you say ... You can force me to wear it. Why are you even looking for another hijab-wearing woman, Maaas," Zoya gets out of control. He wept wailing at his fate.

Zoya grabbed whatever was in the room. He ransacked everything to vent his disappointment and hurt.

"Aaaargh!!" Zoya screamed, thrashing to release all the tightness in her chest. He felt tired and sat back on the floor with his knees bent. He was silent with the rest of the tears still standing in his eyes.

"LAD ME, MAS!"