The Girl Who Shared Belongs to Mr. Zola

Marry Me

The lounge is the most beautiful place for some people. The dim lights. The drinking facilities are relatively more expensive. Other places like a bar. The style of dress of the visitors is also fairly neat. Such a room is usually in a star hotel.

“One more bottle!” That huge voice, managed to make a woman approach. To pour alcoholic beverages into ceramic glass.

“Honey, when did you marry me?” Her voice sounded sexy, as should the clothes she was wearing.

“Married?” His forehead was full of questions.

“Hmmm! Don't you intend to marry me?” His head rested on the man's chest.

“Ck! Did I promise you that?” ask her with a jaw that starts to harden.

The relationship between the two can be said to be mutually beneficial. The facility that Zola gave, will get rewarded. The body of the bahenol Hanza's.

“Listen Anz, in this relationship of ours. Equally beneficial, it can even be said. If you are the one who benefits in this relationship. Every time you ask for anything. I follow ...While me? Just enjoy it a little,” grin Zola managed to make Hanza's guts shrink.

“What if tonight, we spend time together?” the bargain is really alluring.

Haven't answered yet. Zola's phone rang, making the man cuss.

“I cannot, there is an impromptu meeting,” he said as he got up from his seat. While tidying up his suit.

“Connect first cave.”

Upon arriving in the basement, Zola heard her car ringing. Quickly he ran. And how surprised he was, when he found a woman crouching. Car stroking.

“Hey what are you doing?” shouted Zola.

He managed to make the girl look.

The face behind the veil looked pale. When the man in the suit approached. With a quick step Arrahma decided to leave the basement. But his steps came to a halt as his clothes were pulled from behind.

“Where are you? Responsibility, my car was scuffed. This must be you who broke my car?” he pointed to the bottom of the car.

“Ma-ma what? Right talk, is it still stuttering?” Zola leaned her back against her car. Without releasing the handle.

The eagle's eyes began to trace Arrahma's body. The one covered in a robe and hijab veil. It also succeeded in making Arrahma uncomfortable. With his basket look.

“Ma-af Sir! Ta-di when I want to take out the bike. Accidentally nudged your car!”

“Sorry is very easy. You think, with an apology. Can my car come back? As before?” ketus Zola stared intently. The annoying girl, who was in front of him.

“I don't want to know. Anyway ...my car should be back as before.”

“Yes, I promise I will be responsible. But please give me some time. I don't have any money yet,” he replied slowly.

“If you can scuff with a blink of an eye. Then you also have to fix it with the blink of an eye anyway.”

“If not .. I can report you!” his threat made Arrahma stunned.

“Ja-no Sir! I beg ...don't do that.”

“Alright then. I'll give you a waiver. And two choices for you ...First you can pay with this 50 million second cash as well. And the second..” Zola smiled as she had. Getting a way out of the problem.

“I've said ...I don't have that kind of money! For now, Sir! Try to give it longer. So I can pay it off." Arrahma.

“Beat second choice suitable for you.”

“What?” Arrahma hoped that this was the best option for him.

“Married to me? This second too!” his word is full of emphasis.

“Or become ba-bu without pay."

Plaque!