Secret Marriage
Chapter 14 The Secret Wedding

Dila and Zian's domestic life became warmer. They do various activities without caring for the gaze of others anymore.

About honeymoon they do not think, marriage has been running for two years. It is hard to leave your mother if you have to travel far. Zian doesn't mind, he doesn't want to impose his will. Even now Zian accompanied Dila if visiting his mother to be willing to skip work to be on Dila's side.

"Don't tell me you came because you didn't want to see me meet Indra's doctor" Dila teased Zian as she walked from the hospital yard.

"You want me to giggle?" Zian put on a fierce face making Dila laugh.

Dila and Zian entered her mother's room Dila, some time both arrived at the doctor's visit, of course they met Indra.

"Morning, doc," said Dila. Indra just nodded and was busy checking on her mother Dila.

Zian only noticed on the sofa that was in the nursery, Zian changed her in-laws room into a VVIP room.

Indra didn't say much while checking, unlike usual, Dila became awkward, but he understood because now there was Zian who did not stop looking at Dila with a sharp gaze and like he really wanted to strangle him if he spoke insignificantly with Indra. The nursery seemed to be suddenly cold because of Zian's existence.

"Excuse me" Indra said as she finished examining her mother Dila. Zian who was still sitting on the sofa pretending to be busy with his phone did not answer Indra's words.

After Indra left, Dila sat down with Zian, "how is mother?" zian asked as Dila had just sat down. Zian now calls his mother Dila 'mother'.

"Just like this, I don't know when you're gonna open her eyes."

"Do I need to take you to a hospital abroad?" 

"No, Yank, just here, I'm sure you will recover later, the service here is also good, too" said Dila.

"As far as you are, if there's anything you tell me, yes." 

Dila smiled and flicked Zian's pointed nose gently. "Ready, boss sir," God Dila.

"But I have one request for you" said Zian, this time looking serious, he looked at Dila.

Dila furrowed both eyebrows, "what's up?" 

Zian looked into Dila's eyes and clasped Dila's hand tightly, "i want your son."

"Kids?"

Zian nodded, "yes, I want us to have offspring, I know you've always tried to keep us from having children, but this time I mean it, I want us to have a baby." Zian smiled as if imagining a baby in front of him.

Dila smiled and hugged Zian, "of course, we will soon have a baby" Dila said with a smile.

"Are you happy with me?" said Zian returning Dila's embrace.

"I'm happy, I'm very happy" Dila said.

"Never leave me, no matter what."

Dila took off her embrace, staring in surprise at Zian, "why should I leave you, Yank? You've given me happiness, do I have another reason to leave you?"

"If I were suddenly poor?"

Dila smiled, "if only about possessions is not a big deal, it is important that you always love me," said Dila, holding both cheeks of Zian with a smile.

Zian again grabbed Dila's body, "thank you, baby," whispered Zian. "I will always love you."

The curvature of a smile was engraved from the corner of Dila's lips, since deciding to express his feelings for Zian, he could smile every day, now he felt his heart was scattered with happiness. He can enjoy his love for Zian, and he gets a lot of love from Zian. Zian was able to erode all of his cries and sadness.

But behind the happiness of Dila and Zian, there was a wounded heart that was listening to their conversation from outside the ward.

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Zian's eyes opened slowly as Dila opened the curtains in her room, the morning sun's rays without permission entering the place where they unwinded.

Dila's long hair was tied up originally, the face without makeup was smiling as she watched Zian cover his face with bolsters due to feeling glare.

"It's noon, get up," said Dila as she walked towards the naughty near the bed, she seemed to check her phone. "I'll prepare breakfast first." The beautiful woman walked into the kitchen. His footsteps slowly inaudible from the direction of the room because it had moved away, making Zian again continue his dream.

Dila prepared breakfast for Zian in the kitchen. This morning he only made fried rice, nimbly slicing various vegetables for extra. For nearly fifteen minutes in the kitchen, Dila had not seen the figure of Zian come out of the room.

"Honey, it's noon, hunt!" dila shouted from the kitchen but there was no answer from Zian. Dila sighed while turning off her stove, then she walked into the room to check on her husband, but Zian was not on the bed, she was in the bathroom because the sound of open water sounded. Dila immediately walked towards the wardrobe, preparing clothes for Zian.

The sound of the bathroom door in the open room, Zian appeared behind the door, "have you finished cooking?" with just a twinkle of towel Zian walked out the bathroom.

"I'll take a shower, wait for me at the dinner table." Dila moved towards the bathroom. 

After Dila entered the bathroom, Zian rushes to open another cell phone that he hid in his briefcase. Zian seemed to type something shortly after hearing the sound of water sign Dila started bathing. 

Netra Zian watched the bathroom door, then she continued touching her phone, she seemed to be in a hurry. He had not even replaced the towel he was wearing with the clothes that Dila had prepared. 

After feeling enough with his phone, immediately Zian put his phone in his briefcase. Of course it is with the state of silent mode. Zian rushed to change the towel with clothes, he did not want Dila to ask anything. Zian tried to change clothes immediately before Dila finished bathing. It did not take long, Zian finished by changing clothes and tidying up his appearance in front of the mirror.

Just as Zian brushed her hair out of the bathroom, Zian could see Dila's smiling face through the reflection of the glass in front of her. Suddenly Zian felt hurt at Dila's sincere smile, immediately Zian got busy with continuing to comb her hair again.

"okay." Zian made the letter O by linking his index finger and thumb and then he walked away from Dila to the kitchen.

A few minutes Dila was in the room, after feeling neat he immediately rushed into the kitchen. Since announcing his marriage to Zian, now he works together.

Zian was sitting at the dining table waiting for Dila, with Zian's eyes piercing out the window glass in his dining room. His face seemed to be thinking of something serious.

Dila sat in front of Zian, they just separated the table, "eat yuk, Yank." Dila started putting fried rice in her mouth. Zian seemed to be eating vigorously, "you always spoil my tongue" murmured Zian as he chewed his food.

Dila smiled at Zian's words, "already, don't be lazy I'm early in the morning, maybe we can't go to the office you know," joked Dila.

"Well, I was wondering, what would you do if we didn't go to the office?" Zian put on a serious face making Dila laugh.

"Udah-udah, the hunt gih after eating," said Dila looked embarrassed because he had teased Zian.

Zian smilingly looked at the beautiful face of his wife, this morning Dila was wearing a light brown blouse, her long hair was tied up, Dila looked just wearing a care cream without powder, and she was wearing a cream, it's just that Dila wears lipstick and a little eyebrow pencil scratch to tidy up her eyebrows. In the eyes of Zian, Dila never looks ugly, even without make up even though Dila looks beautiful. Even when Dila was fast asleep, Zian often silently stared at Dila's innocent face without Dila knowing.

After finishing the meal, Dila dsn Zian walked in the car. Dila seemed to read a file that he had brought from inside his room earlier. 

"Is there a problem?" zian asked while blaming his car engine.

Dila's eyes read the contents of the file seriously, "well, I just read it too, but it's an old problem anyway, I'm surprised, why it's discussed again." 

Zian drove his car, "what's the case? To the extent that your pretty face turns this serious." Zian pinched Dila's cheek making Dila close the file in front of her and throw the file along with her bag into the back seat. Now Dila squeezed Zian's nose and pinched Zian's waist.

"Eh, uh, watch out for my revenge" Zian said as he drove. Their laughter rang out to the rest of the car they were riding in as Dila continued to tease Zian.

"Udah. Yank, I'm driving this, geez, geez," Zian said as he put on a face.

"Okay, I forgive you, but later buy lunch, yes" said Dila.

"Okay, okay." Zian said without thinking about Dila's words. "What's? Lunch?" Zian suddenly remembered something.

"Yes, lunch, why?" 

"Tumbent." Zian's gaze was still focused on breaking the streets of the capital of east Java.

"Well, if you don't want to." Dila turned her gaze outside the car door glass. His face looked disappointed.

Zian's hand grabbed Dila's hand which was above the thigh. "You dong, honey, but not later." Zian grabbed Dila's hand and kissed Dila's fingers. "I have an appointment with the others."

Dila grabbed her hand, "yes, no pa-pa." Somehow Dila became spoiled and irritable, when is this not normal?

"Don't pout, please!" This time the car stopped because it was at the intersection and the lights were red. Zian looked at the woman beside him who was leaning his head on the door. Zian approached Dila, "Honey, we'll have dinner together, I'll pick you up after work." 

Dila turned her head, Zian continued to approach her until Dila's head was completely leaning against the car door there was no room to move even if it was just a bit, their faces were now very close, they were very close, zian's breath stroking Dila's face created a warm sensation. "Don't be late, I'll be home by five." Finally, Dila's grim face returned. However being stared at by Zian that close made him happy.

Zian smiled, his hand rubbing Dila's hair that was being tied up, slowly exploring Dila's face. Dila's eyes closed when Zian's face was only a distance of not two inches. Zian closed his eyes and his lips prepared to touch Dila's lips.

Tiiii.

The green light is on.

The sound of a horn from the back of the car made Dila and Zian wake up and return to normal sitting in their respective positions.

"Shit!" sissy Zian.

Dila covered her face with embarrassment and laughter, Zian drove back to Dila's office. Dila's laughter that had been tried to be detained was still heard to make Zian even more upset.

"Udah, don't laugh!" Zian's face looked irritated even more to make Dila fat. "You were expecting too, right? I see you're also uda rem." This time Dila stopped laughing, she felt cornered.

"What the hell, GR!" Dila pretended to pay attention to the vehicles that passed around her.

"Even you look so good" Zian teased.

"Au ah." Dila's face pouted of course Zian made Zian chuckle.

"Udah, don't be angry, you've arrived." Zian's car entered Dila's office. "Let's continue at home."

Dila pinched Zian's waist, "what the fuck, anyway." Dila's face flushed red from Zian's temptation. Dila grabbed her bag and file in the back seat. 

"Now also not pa-pa if you want," seduced Zian while glancing at Dila. But Dila replied by glaring and pursing her lips.

"Step, gih!" Dila opened the car door.

"Okay, see you later, yeah!" Zian kissed Dila's forehead shortly before Dila got out of the car.

"Be careful." Dila closed the car door after exiting and waved her hand with a smile and replied with the sound of Zian's car horn.

Zian drove back to his car, reaching into his briefcase which he had just put on his side seat after Dila got out of the car. And a cell phone he took out of his briefcase.

While looking ahead Zian grabbed his phone, he shifted his phone screen. He put earphones in his ears. "Hello," Zian said on his phone. "Send me the address, I'll be here this afternoon." Zian's jaw looked hard.