The Girl Who Shared Belongs to Mr. Zola

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The girl raised her head from behind the bathroom door. This time the punishment really. I need enough courage. How not, if her husband asks her. Incarnate into a seductive woman, which is inversely proportional to her real life.

Zola turned her eyes from her phone screen towards the bathroom. The man smiled sinisterly, looking at his wife who was just staring behind the door. While biting his lips like groggy.

“Why just shut up? I'll give you five minutes to start your punishment. If in five minutes you don't start the punishment. I added!” This basket-eyed predator guy. Looks really annoying.

Arrahma took a deep breath, before beginning his sentence. The girl opened the bathroom door a little bit so she could step her foot out.

Zola swallowed her saliva with great difficulty. When he saw his wife wearing a thigh-length shirt. The man covered his face, cursing himself. For the punishment given to his wife. In fact, he even included himself getting punished.

Arrahma stepped towards her husband. The girl felt Zola's chest like a teaser. While Zola tries to control himself who starts to get caught up in his own game.

“Goodnight Sir, how about tonight we spend the night together?” Arrahma made a hoarse voice, sounding seductive in Zola's ear. Doubtfully. The girl sat on her husband's lap. She rolled her hands around Zola's neck. One sweet peck on the neck, made Zola stiffen.

“Handsome, your face is very handsome. I'm so crazy!” his fingers stroked Zola's face. Both hearts beat, as this was the couple's first time. Act like a love-drunk priest. Caterpillars that stick to tree branches. Yes, it is very suitable to describe the state of both.

“But, what does good looks mean. If it will eventually disappear. What does wealth mean when we leave it. Or even a treasure that left us first!”

Zola frowned why his wife even said strangely.

“Suamiu!” her voice sounded so tempting.

“As a wife I can only remind you. As a wife I just want you to be safe. Both in the world and in the end!”

Now the man knew that his wife was going to talk. The man wanted to open his mouth, but Arrahma quickly stuffed it with his lips. This was the first time they kissed each other. Arrahma's eyes make Zola bewitched. The man glanced straight at the other direction.

“Willn't Aa, come to heaven with me? With mom and with shaleh people?” girl cupped her husband's face. Maybe tonight it's time to remind Zola. Reminds her husband openly. Not just calling without an explanation and advice.

“Please laugh at the world. But do not be laughed at by the world. As human beings, we can find wealth for our lives. But if you've got what you want! Do your duty as a servant.” Arrahma grabbed her husband's hand. The girl kissed him softly. Then smiled broadly at Zola. Again Zola's heart let out a flash. Enchanted, maybe.

“Aa!” call her stifled, want to cry when she sees her husband's lifestyle. Admission catagory agnostic.

Zola glanced at his wife's perverted eyes, looking sullen.

“Aa, husband! Do not associate God! Verily associating Him, is a truly great injustice!” she was softly so concerned about her husband.

“Aa my husband, if there is anything as big as mustard seeds. Be it in the rock, the sky or the earth. Allah, will give you his reply.”

“Aa, if Aa does good then good is for yourself. If ye are disbelievers, then the Lord will not wrong His servant. Because the one who wronged ourselves is ourselves!”

Zola was silent, every time she wanted to say something. Arrahma was more nimble to silence his mouth.

“Sholat is an obligation, prayer is also the first practice that will be calculated later. Never leave prayers even though we often do obedience! But as a man, God gives reason! Who can control ourselves. To sin or to avoid it! Control is within us. But as humans sometimes the steering wheel we control. Choose your own path. When we cannot control and control ourselves. To sin, beg forgiveness, quickly repent!

"And never be cut off from His mercy. For the mercy of Allah is far more than His wrath!”

Zola smiled and stroked his wife's hair.

“Have his talk Bu Us-tadzah?” zola's cynicism made Arrahma shrink. The girl squeezed her fingers.

Zola's heart is as barren as the Sahara desert. It takes snow to get rid of the puddle. To live and be fertile again. So can Arrahma be snow for her husband?