The Girl Who Shared Belongs to Mr. Zola

Arrahma Status

Zola held her cheek, right where Arrahma slapped her.

The slap this time seemed to imprint in his memory. It could even be said, this was the first time he had gotten a slap from an outsider. Remember that no one dared to slap him, other than his grandfather. His breath is hunting for emotion.

“Cearn this Sir! If you do not want to be humiliated or humiliated. Then you don't do this. Zola is someone else. Realize that ..I'm silent."

"For I know where my fault lies. But that does not mean I will be silent, if my self-esteem is lowered,” said Arrahma turned his body. But with quick steps. Zola blocked her rough wrist. Make the girl's body turn around.

“Many crap.” Zola pulled Arrahma, to follow in her footsteps.

“Lepasin ..i beg you. Don't touch me!” he tried to escape from the clutches of Zola.

Free, in fact Zola's hands are stronger.

“I beg Sir, don't do anything to me hiks...” A single tear flowed from behind the veil.

The man who pulled his hand. Stick to the stand.

“My room lock.”

“Please me, Ma'am please me hiks...” Arrahma shouted for help. To the person who checks out. But what can be said, they all seem to not care.

'How can I help you. If I also work with his grandfather Mr. Zo' Inner Receptionist, pity the state of Arrahma.

“DIAM!” snapped Zola who made Arrahma's guts shrivel. Even the Receptionist immediately lowered his fear. And the people around him, prefer to stay away. Not going into other people's business.

Zola pulls Arrahma's hand into the elevator. The man reached into his pocket, to retrieve his cell phone.

“Meeting tonight you are the handle! One hour and a half I'll come.”

“Ask Adel to replace me, because he's the one who prepared the material.” Zola turned off her phone.

The black-haired man opened his work coat and threw it in all directions. Arrahma shook his head in fear as he looked at the man he did not know his name. Closer to it.

“Tu-lord want what?” he said as he pulled his body back slowly.

This made Zola enjoy it. The man crawled up to the bed. Making Arrahma scream hysterically accompanied by sobbing.

“WHAT YOU WANT TO DO!” The girl covered her body with a blanket.

“What do I want to do? Guess what..” Smiled cynically while pulling the blanket that covered Arrahma's body.

“Do not do anything .. otherwise ..my husband will beat you up," he shouted that made Zola snort annoyed.

But Zola is not a man who is easily lied to.

“Let's down!” his orders in a very heavy voice. Arrahma went down. Trying to get out, but the door is locked.

Zola smiled grinning, the man approached Arrahma. Who tried to pull the doorknob.

Zola pulled Arrahma's shoulder hard, thus making the woman face to face with him. Arrahma's body trembled violently as Zola restrained her body.

“I don't care, how about we get married. You left your husband,” Zola's words made Arrahma go limp for a moment. Until he didn't realize Zola's hand went into his sling bag. Zola glanced down, the man smiling in satisfaction. Because of Arrahma's personal information.

“Interesting,” said Zola showing Arrahma resident card.

Arrahma immediately snatched his identity card from Zola's hand.

“Makes me want to make you, mine completely hahahaha...”.

To be continued...