The Girl Who Shared Belongs to Mr. Zola

Arrahma's Offer

Two men sat in chairs, accompanied by a laptop and several maps on a table. Staring at the jellies, writings and numbers on the paper.

Zola let out a long sigh, her brain could not work properly. Because he remembered his wife. Who awakened himself to the dawn prayer. He is a woof, only able to pull a blanket. And make the pillow as ear cover. But Arrahma did not give up, the girl still pulled her husband's blanket.

“Let's wake up A, dawn!” she said while shaking her husband's shoulder.

“Wake up, my dear my love! Yukk-yukkk!” Arrahma tried to release her husband's hand which was holding a pillow, to block the ear.

With great difficulty the girl succeeded. But Zola turned his back on his wife. Close his eyes again, in a good position. Hugging bolsters.

“Build Aa! Pray first, then sleep again nothing!” Arrahma turned her husband's body around. Really Kebo, hard to wake up.

“Yes already then I, do not want to play you! The one who is obligated A Zo! Don't wanna fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' shit. Sunna time, precedence!” arrahma's threat this time really makes Zola violent.

“Let's wake up, I'll give you a reward instead. Kiss 100 X for waking up in the morning! And three requests, whatever you want. As long as pray!” the offer that Arrahma gave him was so profitable for him. But he had to hold back to agree. A little expensive selling, like Mothers who bid on goods in the market. Left, hoping the seller would call him again. And pay it seems like from the normal price.

“Yes already, I love DP a kiss! Mumpung still less 10 minutes, adzan arrived!” Arrahma was only trying to teach her husband to do his duty. Perhaps in this way, Zola would change little by little. If Zola was willing to do her duty with routine, she would teach. If the prayer should be because God is not for the reward of a kiss from him or want to get validation from society.

Zola covered her face with a roll. Making Arrahma shake his head, having to get rid of the inanimate object that is blocking. Landing her lips to her husband's cheeks.

“Uluh, reed who wants to kiss! Still closing his eyes!” arrahma Goda while tickling Zola's waist. The guy goes straight to gelian, molet.

Arrahma laughed because this was the first time, unconsciously pranking her husband.

“You!” Zola pulled his wife's shoulder rough, which made the chest of the girl look at his chest. Arrahma could see her husband's face clearly. His eyelashes were dense, his nose was almost perfect, the always intimidating glare of his sharp eyes managed to make his heart palpitate. Arrahma glared, her cheeks felt hot.

“Your cheeks are red!” he nodded with a cynical smile. Arrahma immediately covered it with a palm.

Arrahma knitted his brows, where there was a broken brisik clock. There's a stamp, out of battery.

“Yes, try if Aa is not lazy, surely I will not be noisy!” the girl pursed her lips. Zola immediately took a stance, a smackdown that made Arrahma's body lying. With a power that is not comparable, Zola can finally make Arrahma lose his breath. Because of the hot kiss with her. The man was immediately lying next to his wife.

Arrahma was upset, with her husband.

“Let's wake up pray!” he pushed Zola's body to wake up quickly.

“Heh, alright 100X kiss like that! Deal?” zola's Lyrics.

“No! Just kiss me on the cheek, I don't want ma-ti!” Arrahma.

Zola closed her eyes again, making Arrahma reflexively hit her chest.

“Iya, but paid off 12 months!”

“Cih, paid off a day!” Zola smiled triumphantly.

“Please drink the tea!” Suddenly Zola awoke from her daydream. When Arrahma came to bring two cups of tea that steamed the smoke. But when Arrahma wanted to put it on the table. Suddenly, the tea spilled. Moisturize open documents.

“Arrahmaaa!” Zola got up from her seat the man raised his hand.

And ... TBC..