Heaven on lara
Chapters 16. A day with Zada

This afternoon, Zada is still at Zoya's house. The matter of Ghaida being pregnant is not Zada's child, she only tells a glimpse of where Ghaida's origins are pregnant. Ghaida experienced pele*chirpation to the point of becoming pregnant.

The rest, Zada did not want to tell you too much. Zoya tries to understand even though in her mind there is a high curiosity. But, seeing the look on Zada's face that was so heavy when telling it, Zoya became heartless.

"Mas, this morning I haven't had time to flush flowers. I'll do it now" Zoya said goodbye. Zada who was sitting opposite Zoya also moved. "I'm coming?" zada answered and followed Zoya as Zoya nodded in agreement.

Arriving below, Zoya rushes to fill her flower spray with water. After that, Zoya starts spraying her water on her blooming flowers. "Beautiful as you are" said Zada, who was behind Zoya.

Zoya turned and frowned in wonder. "What's so pretty, Mom?" ask plain Zoya. Zada chuckles then moves his hand to shuffle Zoya's hair. "You are beautiful. After this, where are we having lunch?" zada asked with the intention of inviting Zoya to eat together.

Zoya blinked her eyes several times to digest her husband's sentence. "Would we eat out?" zoya asked with a twinkle in her eyes. Zada smiled and nodded happily at the enthusiastic Zoya.

As planned, Zoya and Zada will eat at a nearby restaurant. Since being in the car, Zoya did not stop smiling as her hand stroked her flat belly. 'Look, Son. You're happy, aren't you? Can you go with your dad?' zoya's mind is moved.

"Do you like it, honey?" zada asked for a quick glance and then focused again on driving. Zoya nodded and smiled widely to reveal a row of white teeth.

Zada chuckles and pulls Zoya's hand for himself to hold. Zada also kissed the back of his wife's hand several times. Zoya's mind was struggling to scream happily. But in reality, Zoya can only feel her hot cheeks because they have met red.

Not long after, the two arrived at a Sundanese restaurant. After descending, Zada linked his fingers to Zoya's finger. Zoya looked at her hand that was already clinging to Zada's finger with a flowery feeling. Her spirit never changed, even though she was married again.

Zoya smiled foolishly remembering it.

As the durian collapses, Zoya's happiness doesn't get there. After eating, Zada took her around the mall. "We go there, dear," pointed Zada at a Muslim boutique that certainly sells Muslim clothes.

Zoya looked at her husband in wonder. But unkempt, Zoya continues to follow the steps of her husband. "What color do you like? You can choose the clothes you like here," said Zada looking at Zoya with a warm smile.

Zoya stopped her steps to stare at Zada. "I bought clothes here?" ask Zoya between believing and not. Zada nodded casually. "The force is still in effect, right?" tanya Zada pulled down her eyebrows.

At once Zoya remembers what she said when Zada brought Ghaida home. He once said, why didn't Zada force her to wear the hijab? His daydream snapped as Zada gave a gentle swipe at the top of his head. "You yeah? I'm gonna put on a hijab?" Zada spoke softly complete with his sweet smile.

How can Zoya refuse if her husband is already in fashion seducing as sweet as that? Like a buffalo that plugs into her nose, Zoya nods in agreement. Without waiting any longer, Zada immediately pulled on Zoya's soft hand to choose a dress and a dress that suited her.

It took an hour for Zoya to find a suitable outfit which was certainly on the advice of Zada as well. Zada immediately brought the groceries to the cashier to pay. After the items move into a paperbag and Zada pays, the two exit the boutique with Zada hugging Zoya's possessive waist.

"From tomorrow, you have to wear the clothes we bought ... I want a mock mode for your own good,"

Zoya looked up as her husband whispered in her ear. "Well, God willing, I'll wear it all,"

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"Today's flower shop is closed?" ask Zada who actually already knows the answer. Zoya snorted softly, ignoring Zada's question and immediately opened her door.

Zada smiled broadly as if he did not care about the protest that Zoya threw. "Don't go up first. I want to tell you something" said Zada, staring at Zoya. "Do you know what else?" zoya's whine is embarrassed because along the way home, Zoya is lectured at length by Zada. Which of course is about women who have to close the aurat.

"You know, the reason why if a man dies, his grave should be dug five feet deep? While the woman's grave was dug seven feet deep?" asked Zada while paying attention to the look on the face of his interlocutor.

Zoya shook her head hard. He had no idea of the reason behind it. "What is the reason?" zoya asked, interested in Zada's discussion.

"The goal is, if there is a flash flood, the woman's body will not float until it shows its aura. God glorifies a woman even though her life has been separated from her body. So, take care of the beauty of your body by closing the aurat,"

Zoya was amazed at her husband's explanation. He could not speak anymore. It is true, Islam so glorifies a woman by ordering her to close her aurat. "God willing I will change, Mas," Zoya eventually breaks up.

Let him use his hijab. It would be better than her volunteering to open her aura. It is better to be forced into heaven than to willingly go to hell.

Zada smiled haru. His words managed to make Zoya open the door of her heart. "Printer ... Dong. I'm getting more and more in love" Zada said, poking Zoya's nose. Zoya smiled back at her husband.

Zada's hand moved around Zoya's cheek. A touch that made Zoya drift to the point of closing her eyes felt Zada's soft hand sweep over her cheek.

"Zoya?" Zada called out with great tenderness. "Hm?" zoya replied, closing her eyes. "Can you accept my present situation?"

Zoya opened her eyes. Zoya's mind becomes disheartened when she gets a question like that. His brain thought hard to create questions that only Zada could answer.

"What has Mas Zada done since then just to make me willing to be combined? The sweet and romantic attitude that Mas Zada gave me just to make me crumble?" With great difficulty Zoya swallowed her saliva.

Zoya thought, Zada sincerely did. But who would have thought, that there is a hidden purpose in it. Zada's face changed. "It's not like that, Zoya. You misunderstood,"

Zoya threw herself away and came down from the table. His feet began to step towards the stairs. "Go home, Mas. Don't ask me about that. I would never be willing to share a husband even if I got heaven's assurance."

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