Heaven on lara
Chapter 53. DARKENED

One year later.

"Is there anything you want to buy, Mom? Soap wash your face?" zoya asked as she busily stared at the row of shampoos before her. "Can deh. There's still half of it, actually. But make the stock is not papa," replied Zaky who has since helped Zoya push the grocery trolley.

Both are in the super market for monthly shopping. Because of the age of Zoya's womb which has turned seven months, she has difficulty shopping alone.

So, Zaky intervenes and permits to the superiors just to accompany Zoya shopping. Yes, the marriage age of both of them has been a year.

"You wear the usual shampoo or you want to try changing, Mom?" zoya asked, looking at her husband. "I'm the usual one, honey. I'm fit to wear that,"

"okay."

It took her half an hour, Zoya finally finished choosing the groceries and walked over to the cashier to pay. "No weight, my mother?" zoya asked grimacingly because her husband had been having trouble carrying a trolley so many groceries that Zoya bought.

Zaky smiled at jumawa. "Quiet ... He can handle it all" he replied. Zoya smiled and shook her head. "Yes, I go first, yes" said Zoya and walked in front of Zaky.

After waiting in line, finally it was his second turn to total groceries. "Mas, I'm going to the toilet for a second, okay? Peed kebelet nih," said Zoya moved restlessly because of her full bladder.

"And I told you, if you want to pee do not hold. Pity our son, dear," said Zaky scolding but still maintaining his gentle voice.

Zoya just grinned the horse and left Zaky alone at the cashier. Zoya goes into one of the rooms to complete her wish. Before long, Zoya had already come out and washed her hands in the sink.

She tidied up a little bit of her thigh and went out to see her husband. When she is outside the toilet, Zoya accidentally sees Zada who will also enter the male toilet.

Zoya pretended not to see and continued her steps that had stopped. "Zoya?" call the voice that Zada allegedly has. Zoya turned and tried to put on her smile. "Yes?"

Then, Zada walked up to Zoya. He smiles and his gaze turns on Zoya's belly which looks bloated. Zada's mind suddenly floated eight years ago where he had wasted his son and Zoya.

"Why, Mas?" ask Zoya again because she does not want to linger there. Zada flinched and smiled looking at Zoya. "You healthy?" ask Zada for the first time.

Zoya just nodded with her flat face. "You ... Being pregnant?" ask Zada again, hesitating. Zoya looked at her protruding belly and once again nodded. "It's been seven months" Zoya answered briefly.

Zada smiled wryly. "Congratulations, may it be given smoothness until giving birth later," Zada gave his sincere prayer. She does hope that Zoya and the baby will be okay. Zada is happy if Zoya is happy.

For some reason this year, Zada still reluctantly turned to Zoya. In his heart was still engraved the name of Zoya and no woman was able to shift it.

Zoya nods and along with that, Zaky appears because she feels Zoya has been in the toilet for too long. "Zoya?" Feeling her name being called, Zoya turned and smiled when she found Zaky approaching her.

Zaky who saw Zada's whereabouts there immediately wrapped his hands around Zoya's waist, possessive. "Assalamualaikum, Mr. Zada. How are you?" ask Zaky friendly.

Zada looked at Zaky's hand that was coiled around Zoya's waist. It felt, Zada's heart felt pain and there was a sense of inadmissibility. However, Zada is quite sane because Zaky is indeed her husband. "Vaalaikumsalam. Thank God good news," he replied no less friendly.

"You done, honey? We're going home, right?" ask Zaky to look at Zoya and stroke her cheeks gently. Zoya nodded and smiled. "Well, my. Well, then, we go first, huh, Mas?"

Without waiting for Zada's answer, Zaky and Zoya pass by leaving Zada still glued to his feet. "You look so happy, Zoya. Hopefully so on," Zada stared at the departure of Zoya and Zaky who had disappeared behind the toilet bulkhead.

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Zaky smiled, his hand grabbed Zoya's fingers and placed them on her thighs. Zaky grasped it tightly as if Zoya was going far away. "Why are you holding her hand so tight, Mas?" zoya asked.

"Just calm down ... I'm not going anywhere. Ana uhibopen fillah, Mas," said Zoya while fusing her index finger and thumb to form a heart (sarangheyo rich opa-opa gitu loh). Zaky smiled broadly. "Ahabbakallazdii ahbabtani ilahuu," After that, Zaky kissed the back of Zoya's hand long enough.

Zoya chuckles. Zaky's getting romantic all the time, and Zoya's really into it. Not long ago, the car had entered the area of Khadijah bu house. Zoya smiled happily and got off in a hurry. Zaky who saw that immediately shrieked hysterically. Zoya seemed to forget that she was two-bodied.

"Slow-slow, Honey!"

Zoya ignores her husband's remarks but, she slows down the steps of entering her mother-in-law's house. "Assalamualaikum, ma'am," Zoya said when she first entered the house and saw Khadijah's mother sitting in the living room. "Eh, Zoya. Waalaikumsal. Same with Zaky, right?" ask Khadijah for attention.

Zoya nodded and shook Khadijah's hand. "Yes,Bu. Mas Zaky parked first. A moment later, "Just as Zoya closed her mouth, Zaky appeared and immediately shook her mother's hand.

"Assynolajet. You're healthy, right?" asked Zaky to kiss the back of her mother's hand with reverence. "Waalaikumsalam, healthy mother really. And getting healthier again because soon mother wants to nimang grandson, "

Zaky and Zoya smiled. "Call for ya, ma'am. May Allah launch everything" Zoya replied and hugged Khadijah warmly. The three conversed familiarly with the topic that just flowed.

Not felt, it had been almost two hours Zoya was there. Zaky and Zoya finally say goodbye as the day gets late. "Zaky go home first, Mom. Take care of your health, take care of yourself, yes" said Zaky who managed to make two women of other generations frowned.

"You're rich going anywhere. We meet him every day" said Mrs Khadijah, blushing her lips. Zaky. Unlike Zoya who felt so bad, her heart suddenly agitated.

After saying goodbye, Zoya and Zaky are already in the car. Zaky rushes his car to the apartment where he lives. "Do you want anything else, honey? The sata? Green bean porridge?" ask Zaky for attention.

Zoya shakes. "No, Mas. I'm still full" Zoya replied with a feeling that ... I don't know. Zaky brought Zoya's fingers back into his hands. In fact, Zaky kissed the back of Zoya's hand repeatedly with one hand holding the steering wheel. Zoya stared silently at Zaky's different attitude.

However, Zoya is immediately jolted when the car she was driving stops in front of the flower shop. "I'm going to buy flowers for you. Red roses, "after that, Zaky took off his seatbelt and shuffled out.

But before Zaky managed to open the door, the people outside seemed to code with a signal that neither of them meant. "Why are they, Mom? You mean it?" ask Zoya wonder.

Zaky looked back and so did Zoya. And how surprised they were when there was a truck that drove fast and hit the back of the car that both were driving.

BRAKKKK!!!

Zoya feels her body squeezed with her hand still clutched with Zaky's hand, Zoya's head feels spinning. Vaguely Zoya sees the face of her husband who is covered in blood, after dark.

...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...

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