
Finally, Yasa's wedding preparations were finished. Just wait another two days to get to Yasa and Tama. When Yasa first wanted to introduce her future husband to Zoya, she was surprised by herself.
Zoya and Tama know each other. However, the two are not very familiar because indeed, Zoya avoids interacting with the opposite sex excessively.
In addition to maintaining Zaky's feelings, Zoya also maintains her dignity as a Muslim woman to not be too familiar with the opposite sex. Oh yes, Zaky officially quit the police and chose to expand his business in the field of wood processing.
Luckily, Zaky didn't hang his life on the police's paycheck, just yet. He chose to set aside his salary for him to use as a venture capital of wood. And fortunately, the effort has been running and is quite large because it has been running for almost five years.
Zoya and Zaky are on their way to Yasa's house. Like her promise, Zoya actually donates a lot of flowers at Yasa's wedding. Yes, even though the wedding was only held simply. But after that, there will be a wedding reception at the luxury hotel of the Tama family.
"Arka is very happy to be on the road with Papa huh?" zoya asked her son who was sitting quietly and her lips covered with a smile that was out of nowhere. Zaky turned his head, emnsrps profiling his wife and son from the side, with his hands still focused on holding the handle of the steering wheel.
"Arka must be happy dong huh? Later if Arka can walk, Papa take a walk to the park with Mama the same Oma as well," said Zaky smiling happily. One hand outstretched to pinch the cheek padlocked Arka who has since stolen his attention.
Zoya smiled happily. "Yes dong, Pa ... Healing that," said Zoya imitating the voice of a child. Zaky. "Yes Mother Darling ... We heal together after Yasa's wedding is over" said Zaky who captures Zoya's remarks as if drawing her heart.
Zoya throbs in annoyance. "It wasn't me who asked, Mas ... It's for Arka's sake," elak Zoya pretends to be upset. Zaky was getting chuckled at the sullen face of his wife. "You need healing, too, honey. Next month's holiday kits, huh? Later we find a suitable place," said Zaky mean it.
Zoya's eyes sparkled, her lips covering a happy smile. "What's right, Mas? No more kidding, right?" ask Zoya to make sure. Zaky. "Now dong. We're going on vacation. We haven't had a vacation in a long time, have we,"
Without feeling, the car they were driving had reached in front of Yasa's house. Simple minimalist house with white paint. It is the home of Yasa's hard spell during this time looking for sustenance for his sister and also his mother.
Honestly, Zoya is proud of the achievement that Yasa has achieved. Yasa was truly a strong and formidable woman. It was only fitting that he was met with a man like Tama. The two are indeed very suitable and perhaps, can complement each other.
"Here, Arka let me be the fat one" said Zaky take over Arka from Zoya's sling. Zoya immediately handed over the Ark to Zaky. After Arka succeeds in the bopong with a sling, the two go hand in hand past the wedding organizer workers who are busy decorating the yard of Yasa's house.
"eeh! There's Zoya's brother and Mr. Zaky nih ... Arka also came as it turned out," welcome Yasa full of happy twinkle. "Yes dong, Auntie. This is a special day for Aunt Yasa" replied Zoya who represented Arka's answer.
After joking a little with Arka, Zaky said goodbye to see how far the decorations were made, of course with Arka still in her arms.
After Zaky disappears, Yasa invites Zoya to sit on a chair in the living room. "Mother Zoya?" yasa started the conversation. "Why, Sa? Tensely tense?" kekeh Zoya looked at Yasa's face which was inversely proportional to when she first greeted him.
"I want it to be okay?" tanya Yasa sounded cautious. Zoya straightened her back and answered. "May, time cannot. Ask me, papa."
"It's about the first night" said Yasa, looking hesitant. Zoya chuckled for a moment to hold her stomach which hurt from mostly laughing. "I thought you'd ask me what ... Uh even ... Hahmmpt." Zoya again laughed especially at this time, Yasa's face looked timid.
"At first it hurt, but long-time—"
"Nob."
The voice managed to make Zoya and Yasa turn towards the source. There was Reni who was walking towards the two with her mischievous smile. "What's good?" yasa was annoyed at Reni for suddenly interrupting the conversation. Reni gave a crisp chuckle. "I heard it all, Sa. I've been in the kitchen for you to make Mbok Inem,"
Zoya smiled and shook her head at Reni and Yasa's behavior. The two sometimes have differences and opinions to make the two argue. "Oh, you're Inem again, Ren? How come Yasa didn't tell me?" ask Zoya who follows Reni's game, which is to prank Yasa.
"No idea, Yasa. But it's really good, isn't it, Mommy?" asked Reni who was kinin already sitting in front of Zoya with eyebrows up and down waiting for an answer. Yasa did the same, sitting before Zoya to wait for an answer.
Zoya blinked her eyelids, trying to find the right answer. And luckily, there was Yasa's mother who walked over with a plate filled with cookies. Zoya immediately snatches one of the cakes and chews it. "Don't kid!" zoya answered while pointing her thumb.
"Yes, Miss Zoya? It's my mother made her own loh, it was a try," said her mother Yasa was happy, her homemade cake favored by Zoya. Yasa and Reni who felt Zoya had switched the conversation could only sigh roughly.
"You try it, Sa. It's delicious," said Zoya who eventually made Reni also eat cake made by her mother Yasa.
Zoya feels saved by the presence of Putu Ayu cake. At least, Zoya can avoid the question of two boys who are too bar-bar is a matter of 'good'.
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