The Girl Who Shared Belongs to Mr. Zola

Preparation Before Disposing

The door of Arrahma's room opened, the beautiful nurse smiled. While carrying a tray filled with food.

“Again, Sus!” Arrahma meyapa first.

“Morning, sick but cheerful people! I honestly just saw it!”

“Can be aja Sus, directly put in overbed table. Let me execute,” he said grinning a horse behind a veil.

Zola had just entered his wife's room, and the man put his wife's cell phone next to the bed.

“Oh by the way I can go home when is Sus?” asked Arrahma who did not heed the arrival of her husband.

“Tomorrow afternoon, God willing can already go home!”

“Okey, Emmm Sus can ask no?”

The nurse nodded in agreement.

“Rahma ask please check how much does two days cost ya?”

Sister glanced at Zola who just looked at the phone. But when Zola glanced at him, she lowered her head.

“The problem is, I also have my own card handle.” Arrahma smiled clumsyly. She doesn't want people to think negatively about her husband.

After the Sister came out Arrahma immediately opened his veil.

“You humiliated husband hem?” Zola pulled up a chair to sit down.

“What the hell? As long as I can pay the hospital fee for myself! I'll pay!”

“Aa, do not worry, insya Allah Rahma can meet his own needs!” said Arrahma while feeding food into the mouth. The girl did not want to depend on anyone. Especially with her abusive husband.

“Now Rahma asks, account number! I want to pay the debt, the service fee of Aa!” Arrahma glanced at her husband.

In Zola's heart was afraid, if his wife paid the cost of the car damage. That means whenever he can lose his prey.

“Aa, selfish! Aa want Rahma to have trouble in the afterlife because she has not paid the debt?”

Zola rolled her eyes in disbelief because of Arrahma's words.

“The problem is A, if the name of the debt must be paid. It doesn't matter if it's a wife or a husband, if it's a debt! Pay!”

“So I took 17 million, later wait another month Rahma cicil again!” Arrahma took his phone. Then open the transfer application.

The girl thrust her cell phone at her husband. “Ayo A, fill! Coincidentally Gus Imam, transfer. So I can pay Aa!”

Zola sharpened her vision when her wife called out the name of another man.

“Still in touch with that jerk guy you apparently?” cynical Zola while taking his wife's phone rough.

“Whatever his family is very meritorious in my life! So the friendship remains intertwined, especially I am also still a santri in the cottage. Even though I didn't settle in the cottage. Because work!”

“Aa, Rahma wants Aa to still allow Rahma to seek knowledge, Rahma has not finished memorizing the Qur’an. That means inevitably, every day Rahma had to go to the cottage for shipping!”

“And not only that, Rahma also wants Aa to keep Rahma working. This is Rahma's big dream anyway, and if I don't work. How do I meet my needs—“ Zola immediately cut off his wife's speech.

“You think I can't meet your needs?” the upset.

“Yes if, Rahma is still Aa's wife, that is definitely the best guarantee. But Aa, herself, said. Women have no price in the eyes of Aa. Aa only look for it when need and throw when it is useless.” Arrahma reminded her husband.

“So Rahma, have to prepare everything! Rahma doesn't want to be a bum after Aa, throw it away! After Aa, feel Rahma is useless!” he's the one holding tightness in the chest.

Zola seemed furious at Arrahma's increasingly bold behavior with her.

“Already, talking? The more here you get brave!”

After that Zola looked at his wife's phone, her eyes in disbelief. When looking at the contents of his wife's account balance.

'Who is Arrahma?' his inner.