Heaven on lara
Chapters 17. Zada vs Zaky

Morning is back. As usual, Zoya wakes up at three in the morning automatically. He went from the bed to the bathroom to clean himself up.

After completion, Zoya immediately established her two-rakaat prayer. He offered prayers for his inner calm and happiness. After dissolving in his long prayer, Zoya continued by reading the Qur'an.

About two sheets of Zoya read, the dawn of Azan began to be laid. After the Azaan was finished, Zoya read the prayer and began to establish her Fajr prayer.

Without feeling it, the sun increasingly dared to show his face. However, only the light shines. The heat does not appear because of the fog and dark clouds that cover it. Yes, this morning the weather is cloudy, as calm as Zoya's heart at this time.

Although in a cloudy heart, Zoya still does her morning activities well. He filled his stomach with last night's leftover food that he had stored in the refrigerator.

"It's still good. It's a shame that it was thrown away. This oxtail soup is quite expensive," Zoya's monologue begins to heat the soup that she just took out of the refrigerator. After the heat, Zoya rushed her towards the dining table.

After that, Zoya ate quietly. There was only the clink of the spoon clashing against his plate. After finishing and taking care of it, Zoya brews special milk for pregnant women. Without waiting for long, Zoya sat down first. He sipped the milk bit by bit.

While drinking, Zoya uses her left hand to give a gentle swab to her stomach. "None boy, Dek? Do you prefer vanilla, right? Yesterday, Mommy drank a chocolate barf. Yes already, from now on Mother will drink a vanilla taste, your favorite taste," monologue Zoya intends to talk to her son who is in the womb.

"You must be strong. Mother again cuddles money for us. Your father did send money to your Mother's account. But, Mother is reluctant to wear it." Again, Zoya spoke for herself.

After enough conversation with the Son, Zoya goes down to do her routine, which is watering flowers and keeping the flower shop. Zoya replaced the board hanging in front of the glass door that said 'close' to 'open'.

Zoya turns to stare at the row of shelves with blooming flowers that she always takes good care of. Zoya smiled happily. Mixing with nature like this makes Zoya get its own peace.

Once satisfied, Zoya walks towards the cashier table and sits down in her chair. Zoya started checking her income last week. And thankfully, income has increased.

"Alhamdulillah O Allah ... The sustenance is indeed You have arranged well for Your servant who wants to diligently try," said Zoya felt grateful.

Zoya's attention is distracted when she hears a bell ringing indicating a customer is entering. "Welcome to Adhisty Florist ..." Zoya said kindly.

"Sir, here selling Daisy flowers isn't it?" ask a friendly middle-aged woman. Zoya smiles. "She, Mom. Do you want Daisy flowers?" zoya asked no less kindly. "May, Ma'am. I want ten stalks yes" said a woman with a large headscarf that covered the top.

Zoya nodded and walked towards the flower shelf. The woman followed Zoya. "Eh, Ma! I just realized with the new appearance of Mbak," said the woman looking at Zoya's appearance. Zoya wears a black plisket skirt and a rose-colored tunic. As for the hijab, Zoya wears black pashmina.

Zoya smiled warmly. "Yes, Mom. Bismilbornrahmanirrahim, ma'am," answered Zoya kindly. "Alhamdulillah ... I pray that Istiqomah yes, Ma'am," Zoya just nodded and immediately cut off the flower stalks Daisy one by one.

Yes, the middle-aged woman was indeed a loyal customer at Zoya's flower shop. He came every day and bought different flowers. After being able to, Zoya walks towards the cashier to execute her flowers. "Do you want to tie a bucket or make a bucket, ma'am?"

"In the bucket, Ma'am ... Let's be beautiful. I'll wait while I sit down,"

After that, Zoya starts making Daisy's flower bucket with her nimble. Not long after, the flower bucket was ready and Zoya immediately bottled it. "It has. So a hundred and fifty thousand yes, ma'am,"

The middle-aged woman immediately paid for it. And received her order flower bucket. Zoya thanked him as the woman came out. As Zoya refocuses on her computer, her bell rings again signaling a customer.

"Aamiin, Mas." answered Zoya briefly.

"Later in the night I'm gonna sleep here, okay?" Zoya looked up again after hearing the plea from her husband.

"Why sleep here? Where is Ghaida? Don't you feel sorry for her?" ketus Zoya is upset and returns to her activities. "Anyways, I'll sleep here. Your money I've transferred. If you want to buy something, just buy it using the money. I'll be back here in the afternoon, right away,"

Without waiting for a response from Zoya, Zada turned around and suddenly stopped when he saw a man in police uniform going into Zoya's shop. Zada immediately ran towards Zoya.

Zoya steps aside as Zada suddenly hugs her waist. "What the hell, Mas! " take Zoya's move is uncomfortable. "Udah, you just obey. It's for your own good,"

Along with that, the door of his shop clinked indicating that someone had entered. Zoya raised one eyebrow when she knew Zada's true purpose. "Assalamualaikum, Ma'am Zoya ... Uh, there's her husband ... Tumben here, sir?" sapa Zaky quipped.

Zaky clearly knows Zoya and Zada's problems because Zoya has told him a little about the problems with her husband. "Waalaikumsalam, Mr. Zaky." replied Zoya smiling kindly. Zada immediately stared intently at Zoya who was acting very sweetly at the policeman. As for her, Zoya is acting tough. Zada feels unfairly treated by Zoya.

"What's coming here?" The question came out of Zada's mouth. Zaky looked at Zada and smiled cynically. "You forgot? If Zoya's sister sells flowers?" zaky answered, asking.

To break the tension between the two men, Zoya attempts to mediate by distracting the two. "Sir Zaky wants to buy some flowers, right? Please choose, sir. There is no need to beat up my husband" said Zoya with a veiled intention.

Zaky complied and started picking up flowers as usual. Zaky came back with five roses as usual. "As usual, right, sir?" zoya asks and after getting a nod from Zaky, Zoya starts tying up the flowers.

"This, Sir. The change was not taken yesterday. So you don't have to pay anymore." Zaky ignored Zoya's words. He offered two red roses as usual. Zoya is worried between having to accept or reject him because of his position there is Zada beside her.

When Zoya's hand wanted to receive, Zada spoke again. "Ooh ... So, all this time who gave flowers to you turned out to be this Police sir. Very tight just two stalks. I can love you more than this" Zada said with his bow.

Zoya closed her eyes feeling embarrassed. Her husband had indeed turned possessive long ago while being jealous. "Not to be horrified, sir. Thanks for the flowers. Assalamualaikum," said Zoya ended with greetings so that Zaky immediately out of the store.

Zoya does not want to make the two men quarrel just because of her. Luckily, Zaky complied and rushed out after answering Zoya's greeting. "Waalaikumsalam, Ms. Zoya."

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