Heaven on lara
Chapter 41. Vibrates

Seven years later.

Zada was finally able to breathe free air after seven years in confinement. During those seven years, Zada learned a very valuable lesson in which he realized that losing Zoya was the most unfortunate thing.

Zada is very sorry for ever wasting his perfect wife. If he is given the chance to be with Zoya again, Zada will fight for and love Zoya immensely.

Seven years does not make Zada forget Zoya. Precisely, the stronger Zada tried to forget, the greater the longing that whack on the Dara. Zada realized, it's possible that Zoya has started to forget. Or worse, Zoya is married to another man.

"Assalamualaikum, Ma, Pa," Zada said when he first entered his parents' house. Mom Maya who was in the kitchen and saw Zada coming was sculpting. He was surprised that his son was free. Even though he was happy too.

"The zada? You're free, Da? Oh Allah ... Gafj ...." Bu Maya poured into Zada's embrace to channel the longing for her child. No words said. Zada also returned the embrace of the woman who had given birth to him tightly. "I'm sorry Zada all this time, Ma. Zada can't be a good boy to you, Mama and papa," Zada said.

Ms. Maya released a hug and looked up, looking at her son's face whose skin looked darker than it used to be. "No papa. Mama realized that humans must have made mistakes. Most importantly, now you have turned into a better person again," said Maya's mother and her hand moved to wipe her cheek wet from tears.

Zada nodded with reddened and watery eyes. When the world seems to hate him, only his mother and father are always there for Zada. Zada believed that the parental affection for her child was all the time.

"The zada? Kamu—" Mr. Rama's voice sounded interrupting. Zada and Maya look over. "Yes, Pa ... Zada came home, "Without waiting for a long time, Zada approached to hug his beloved father. "I'm sorry Zada all this time, Pa. Zada is wrong and deserves to be hated" said Zada sobbing in his arms.

Mr. Rama glazed over to make his eyes flickering aagr tears were not falling. He moved his hands to stroke his son's back. "No papa. You are still a child papa ... Regardless of what you have done. Turn into a better person again," said Mr. Rama full of support and affection.

"Assynolt,"

The full atmosphere of the day had to stop because of the words of one of the women. The three turned their heads because they were already very familiar with the owner of the voice. Zada was no exception, his heart trembled and thumped as the voice traced his sense of hearing.

"Waalaikumsalam," answered the three simultaneously.

"Mama is equally healthy, right? I haven't been here for a week" said Zoya, not realizing Zada was there. Bu Maya and Mr. Rama look at each other, feeling awkward with the current situation.

Yes, even though Zoya is no longer the daughter-in-law of the house, Zoya never breaks the cord. He kept visiting someone he called papa and mama. "We are well" replied Mr. Rama after a few minutes of silence. "I brought martabak with you your favorite oxtail soup. I—" Zoya's steps stopped when she realized there was someone else there.

No, he's not someone else. Zoyalah is the other person there. "I keep the table, Ma. I go home first if so," Zoya immediately resigned and refused to linger there. Zoya is afraid to waver in her own heart.

"Thank you, Zoya. Be careful on the road," said Maya ma'am though awkward. Zoya nodded. "Assynolt,"

"Waalaikumsalam," replied Mr. Rama who understood Zoya's feelings now. He doesn't want to keep Zoya there, but usually, Zoya will also linger to just talk to himself and his wife.

After Zoya disappears behind the door, Zada bravely turns around. "Zoya — him —" said Zada wanted to ask but, he did not know where to ask from. "Yes, he often comes here to just bring us our favorite food. Moreover, Zoya is now good at cooking. That martabak and oxtail soup is Zoya's. We like him a lot," said Maya, looking far away.

Zada felt troubled by his mother's statement. She still remembers her own words saying that Zoya is not good at cooking. 'Did Zoya start to change after I cursed her? I'm sorry, Zoya. I've hurt you so much, Zada's inner regret.

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Zoya runs as hard as she can towards her parked bike. I don't know what Zoya's heart is doing because she's pumping twice as fast as usual. Surely after seeing the existence of someone who has not seen Zoya for a long time.

Without waiting for long, Zoya runs her bike with a feeling of heart ... I don't know. Zoya was tired of guessing at her heart. Along the way, Zoya tries to get rid of the thoughts of humans that Zoya has always avoided.

Zoya turns off the engine and breezes in without greeting her employees first. Whereas usually, Zoya always talks first with her employees before entering her room.

"Sir Zoya has come?" asked Reni astonished because it was not usual for her boss to come and just walk in. "Why, Miss Zoya?" ask other officers.

All the officers are made to gawk with Zoya's unusual attitude.

Once inside her room, Zoya pulls and exhales her breath several times in search of calmness. His phone suddenly rang to make Zoya bearded in shock. "Astaghfirullah," said Zoya while stroking her chest.

"Hallo assalamualaikum,"

"........"

"Yes, I'm healthy and have eaten. You are also there healthy yes ... Don't forget to eat regularly,"

"......."

Waalaikum salam,"

Zoya hangs up the phone call and breathes slowly. Afterwards, Zoya walks into the bathroom to wash her face. Not long after, Zoya came back with a wet face.

Geck, tok, tok.

"Sir, there's a customer he says wants to meet. He does not want to be served by anyone except, Ma'am," said Reni was still behind the door.

"Yes, I'm coming out soon" Zoya screeched to hear Reni up ahead. Zoya frowned in wonder and immediately confirmed her pashmin. "Who the hell is coming? Why should I?" zoya muttered in an endless manner.

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