Heaven on lara
Chapters 13. Take advice

"Don't be happy just yet. I just feel sorry for you two. I won't stay here, just calm down. I'm going to go home" Zoya said shortly after Rama and Maya left.

"Zoya?" call the gentle Zada. Zoya's gaze turned to look at Zada questioningly. "Let me take you. It's late and not many taxi drivers are willing to take passengers" Zada said, returning Zoya's gaze.

Zoya wants to refuse however, Zada has returned his voice and forced him. "Please, obey. It's late and it's not good if a woman is still on the street alone,"

"Yes, Mother. Let Mas Zada deliver," urged Ghaida to come along.

Zoya smiled wryly. "No need. It's only 9 o'clock. Not too late. I'm home ...." Without waiting for an answer, Zoya just passed by.

Along the way to her house, Zoya keeps staring out the window. The view at night makes Zoya comfortable to stare at the streets that are never empty.

Flickering lights from shophouses on the side of the road make Zoya's eyes feel pampered. Zoya really likes the atmosphere of a night like this. Zoya seemed to have peace of mind for her heart.

A breath came out of Zoya's mouth. No matter how strong and resilient Zoya is, she can't cover up the pain constantly. Zoya must start thinking about her life ahead. Zoya cannot be in the abyss of suffering for too long.

I don't know why Zada did all this. To be sure, Zoya was already so disappointed with Zada. Zoya again breathed a rough breath. Along with that, the taxi car had already stopped in his courtyard.

Zoya rushes down and pays the bill. After the taxi passes, Zoya walks while looking for the keys to the house in her bag. Once found, Zoya immediately puts a key in the hole.

Clik.

"Assalamualaikum, Ma'am ...."

Zoya bearded in shock. Only once did Zoya turn the key, she was suddenly startled by a heavy voice belonging to a man from behind. Zoya turned to see who was greeting her.

"Eh! Instead of—" said Zoya stopped with her index finger pointing at a man in front of her. "Getishalight." Zoya reconnects again because she has not answered the greetings from the man.

"My name is Zaky Firdausyah. Sorry if my arrival was a surprise, ma'am. Is it true, Mbak— store, sell flowers?" said the man named Zaky while cupping his hands in front of his chest.

"Call me, Zoya. Yes, I sell flowers, sir. The police officer wants to buy?" ask Zoya straight to the point. The policeman named Zaky nodded and smiled. Yes, Zaky is the cop Zoya met while in the hospital.

The difference is, now Zaky is not wearing his clothes. He wears a black bomber jacket and a white inner T-shirt. As for the pants, he uses black jeans. Casual appearance actually adds a handsome impression to Zaky. "I want to buy my wife's favorite flowers. Yellow roses,"

Zoya nodded without making a sound. After all, want a yellow or red rose, isn't that Zoya's business? inner Zoya spoke. "Awhile, sir. I opened the shop first" Zoya said, opening the door again. After that, Zoya opens the sliding door of her shop to let Zaky in and choose her flowers.

"Please, sir." said Zoya.

Zaky nodded and went into the fresh flower shelves because they were picked directly from the source. Zoya walks towards the cashier table and puts her bag on the table.

Zoya keeps watching Zaky who is picking flowers. As if consciously being stared at, Zaky looked up at Zoya. When the views of the two collide, Zoya immediately threw away the original face. Zoya lowered her head and pretended to be busy with the computer in front of her. As for Zaky, he boasted a smile seeing Zoya who was misbehaving.

"This, Ma'am. Just five stalks. Separated into two ties according to the color yes, Ma'am," said Zaky while thrusting three stalks of yellow roses and two stalks of red roses. Zoya frowned in wonder. 'Didn't he just say his wife likes yellow roses? Who is red for?' zoya wonders.

"Mr?" Sent Zaky because Zoya is daydreaming. Zoya flinched and immediately counted the totals. "Attent, Sir. I count first," said Zoya, whose brain was empty because she was thinking too much about things she did not need to think about.

"First wife? So, who was lying in the hospital at the time, his second wife?" just ask Zaky. For some reason, Zaky felt like getting to know the woman in front of him.

Zoya laughs. "That's how it is, sir. My husband married me again without my permission. Very disappointed," said Zoya unknowingly began to pull out her teetot. Perhaps, because of the effect of not having a shoulder to lean on, Zoya becomes easy to tell stories with people who have just been known and are willing to ask about her life problems.

Zoya is confused too. Why does everything just flow without coercion.

"Mbak still love her husband, Mommy?" zaky asked, beginning to dissolve in conversation. Zoya nodded weakly. "I love my husband very much. But, I also can't be in this position continuously," complained Zoya tired.

Zaky looked at the tough woman in front of him with a look of admiration. Being combined is not easy even though the guarantee is heaven. But, can't heaven be obtained in other ways? Besides hurting each other?

"Mdoc Zoya ... If Mbak can live it, Mbak has a guarantee of heaven. But, if you can't, it doesn't matter. Humans have a limited patience. My advice, if Mbak Zoya feels heartache continuously, it's good to talk about how good. Because really love does not hurt each other, Ma'am." said Zaky at length gave his opinion.

Zoya looked at the man before her with a look of disbelief. "Maybe it's true, I have to talk to my husband" Zoya said.

"One more, Ma'am. Ask for Allah SWT instructions. Involve Allah SWT in all matters, Zoya said. God willing, Ma'am will not be missteps," Zaky said with a sweet smile.

Zoya seemed to get a breath of fresh air after hearing Zaky's words. Zoya smiled, the burden in her heart seemed to decrease after telling her about her life problems. "Thank you, sir. I have given good advice,"

"This ... The flowers are free for the wife, Father. Think of it as a thank you from me," said Zoya thrust flowers that have been neatly tied into two parts and wrapped it with newspaper.

Zaky smiled and accepted the flowers. "This is especially so for Zoya's brother who has become strong through life. Keep the spirit yes, Ma'am. That's the sign, God loves Zoya,"

Zoya is glued to the spot and her hand reflexively receives one tie of red roses. Zoya has not been able to digest the purpose Zaky gave her flowers. "I'll say goodbye first. Assalamualaikum,"

"Waalaiku—salam."

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**Wah .. wow .. wow ...

what happened to the police?😋

why suddenly love flowers, red roses again. wkwkwk.

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