Heaven on lara
Chapter 29. A mother

The day is passing by. It's been two weeks since Zoya returned from the hospital. He was healthy and started working again. Oh yes, during Zoya's time of complete rest, the flower shop is guarded by a Zaky man named Yasa.

She's an 18-year-old girl with long shoulder-length hair. "Yasa, thank you for helping me with my work all this time. How much do I have to pay for my time?" ask Zoya who does not know about paying.

Yasa smiled. "No, Ma. I've been paid to work for the next two months. So, I will not leave before my contract time runs out," Yasa replied politely. Zoya's eyes were perfectly rounded, she didn't expect Zaky would do something this big for her. "alright. Then work again" Zoya said at the end.

Perhaps, he would ask Zaky directly later.

Since then, Zoya is bored because Yasa does not allow herself to water the flowers or fertilize the flowers. He always said, "no need, Ma'am. I was paid to ease the job, Zoya said. If I'm not maxed out, my name is eating blind pay,". That's the answer Yasa always gives.

Finally, Zoya chooses to leave the house and head next to her house where Arunika's tomb is there. The ground was still wet as there had not been a month. Zoya visits her every morning and gives her a rose stalk next to the mini-mound.

Zoya doesn't talk much. Just to side with her and pray for her son after that, Zoya goes back into the house. Not until Zoya enters, there is a Postman who stops in front of the flower shop.

"Is this really Zoya Adhisty's mother's house?" the postman asked, friendly. Zoya nodded in confirming. "I myself. What's up, Mas?" ask Zoya curiously.

"This is a letter to the mother of a religious court," the Postman thrust a brown envelope that read religious court. Slowly, Zoya accepted. "Thank you." said Zoya and then came in.

With gontai steps, Zoya steps up the stairs one by one. Zoya clearly knew what the envelope contained. Zoya sits herself on the single sofa. Before opening it, Zoya drew and exhaled a few times. Once ready, Zoya starts opening the envelope and taking out the contents.

Zoya began to read one by one the lines of words listed. The conclusion that Zoya took, Zada who sued for divorce himself first. "This will be better for my mental and physical health. Hopefully after this, I can find true happiness, "monologist Zoya is relieved.

Although Zoya does not deny that, there is still a sense of love for Zada. But Zoya believes that love will go away with time. Moreover, the love is embellished with disappointment and hurt, it will be very easy for Zoya to forget it.

Zoya picks up the ballpoint pen that is on her desk and rushes to sign her divorce papers.

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Sunday has arrived. Zoya still survives in her house because the weather outside is raining. Yes, the rain in the morning does always make anyone want to roll in a blanket all day.

But it's different with Zoya. He was so enjoying the rain that fell to make the streets wet. Zoya was so comfortable hearing the sound of rain. He sat in front of a large window in his house to see the rain. Do not forget the warm chocolate milk in the morning as an encouragement for the day.

Sayup-sayup, Zoya hears the roar of the car from the lower terrace. Zoya looked up a little to see who was coming. "Mas Zaky?" zoya said in surprise. However, Zoya rushes down to greet him.

Since the store closed on Sunday, Zoya opened the two-layer door first. He hasn't left the house since he woke up. "Goddessa, Zoya. How's it going today?" zaky asked with a sweet smile.

Zoya smiled back. "Waalaikumsalam, Mas Zaky. Thank goodness it is better and healthier. Ini—" said Zoya stopped with a question mark at the end of the sentence.

Zaky smiled. "It's My Mother. Mom, this is Zoya that Zaky told me about, Mom," said Zaky who made Zoya's eyes perfectly round. 'Did Zaky tell his mother about me all this time?' Zoya can only ask in her heart because it feels bad to ask directly when she has her mother.

Zoya just smiled in response. "Please come in, Mom, Mom." Zoya lets Zaky and bu khadijah in. Luckily, there are chairs and tables available downstairs. So, Zoya does not need to bring her guests up. Moreover, his guest is a man, Zoya does not want to arise slander if he enters a man carelessly into his home.

"I'll have a drink for a while, Mom," said Zoya and then climbed the stairs one by one to the kitchen. Yes, Zoya's kitchen is indeed located upstairs. Not long after, Zoya returned with a tray of two cups of warm tea and snacks.

"Please drink, Mom, Mas" said Zoya, after putting the two cups in front of guests. Bu Khadijah and Zaky nodded and drank Zoya's tea.

"Son Zoya ... You said you just got out of the hospital? Zaky told me, Mother," asked Khadija softly. Zoya nodded and smiled. "Yes, Mom. I had a miscarriage and luckily, God sent Mas Zaky to help me. If not ...."

"Huusha. Don't say that, son, no good. All God has outlined" The advice of the black-hooded middle-aged woman was gentle. Zoya smiled again. "Zoya?" greet Zaky in a quiet atmosphere.

"Yes, Mom?" ask Zoya curiously. "I'm sorry. We're interrupting your time. But, my mother was so eager to meet you. I told you that you were in the hospital for a miscarriage. So, I'm curious and want to meet you in person" explained Zaky at length.

Zoya smiled again. "No bother, Mom. Instead I'm glad you guys want to visit here" Zoya replied casually.

"By the way, where's your husband, Zoya boy? How's the house?" ask Khadijah ma'am who does not know Zoya's current status. "Mother ..." said Zaky slightly pressed so that his mother did not investigate Zoya deeper.

Zoya looked at Khadijah's mother. "My husband lives with his second wife, Mom. And in a moment, I will officially become a widow" said Zoya trying to strengthen herself.

Mrs Khadijah kept her mouth shut in disbelief. "I'm sorry, son. I was too inquiring about this sensitive thing. I don't mean anything, Iu—"

Not yet had Khadijah ma'am finish his sentence, Zoya had already rested before him. "No papa, Mom. Don't feel bad. Zoya is also not a problem," Zoya's hand stretched out to grab the hand of khadijah ma'am.

"Mom knows? Mother used to love to call Zoya 'Son'. And now, Zoya heard it again from a mother even though she wasn't my real mother. Mom, can I hold you?" pinta Zoya with teary eyes.

"God, Zoya ...." Bu Khadijah immediately took Zoya in his arms. Bu Khadijah could have guessed that, the mother called Zoya must have gone home to the Almighty.

Two other women of that age also cried in the arms that so Zoya missed.

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I'm up double for you nih😘

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