The Girl Who Shared Belongs to Mr. Zola

The Sahara Heart Smart Brain

Zola smiled, looking at his pouting wife. Because he managed to give a tiring punishment.

Seeing his wife pacing beside the bed made the man curious. He also decided to ask.

“Ngapain is pacing like a broken iron!”

Arrahma looked at himself annoyed.

“Thinking how, getting no punishment from a Master who is never wrong!”

Zola answered with a cynical smile, as a mockery.

Arrahma sat on the bed, in his hand there was a pen and a book. The girl wrote what her husband disliked. Which made her husband angry. And get himself punished.

Zola glanced at it for a moment, the man smiled cunningly.

Crews! Zola pulls out sheets that already have scribbles of ink. Arrahma did not accept it. Because while writing he also had to sharpen his memory, remember the events that made Zola angry.

“Aa!” snarl.

“Bare to husband, sin! The world gets punishment from me. The end shall be the Lord, who punishes!” After marriage, after work, Zola never went to the Lounge or just hanging out with her friends. For him to prank and punish Arrahma is the most beautiful thing.

“Why was it torn?”

“Yes it's up to me, this guy's my book!” Zola pulled the book in his wife's hand. Then he put it in the drawer.

Arrahma growled at herself, wanting to feel like she was pulling her husband's hair. But when Zola looked at him. The girl immediately lowered her hands, which she had been willing to claw Zola's hair.

“You what?”

“A-pa?” Arrahma asked again, pretending to be stupid can save him.

The intimidating look from Zola made Arrahma's guts shrink.

The girl immediately spread her body, covering her entire body.

Zola pulled the blanket violently, the man hugging his wife's body from behind. Seraya whispered. “Arrahma! Tonight you'll be all mine!”

Instantly the girl went limp. Zola still remembers.

Zola started to take off her t-shirt and throw it in all directions. Arrahma's lips trembled, as she saw her husband bare-chested.

“Eh, wait a minute!” arrahma held her husband's hand. But not the hand, which he holds is precisely the sensitive part. Both of them were silent for a moment, Arrahma and Zola glanced at Arrahma's hand. Arrahma's cheeks were red, knowing what he was holding.

“Aaaaaaaaaa ..aaa!” Arrahma screamed hysterically, covering his face.

“Basic Eggplants, screams! But don't want to let go!” grutu Zola clamped down on Arrahma's hand that still held his. Arrahma immediately pulled his hand. The girl is clumsy.

“Come! Now! For tonight I'm not a business man. But seeds men!”

Arrahma was silent, unmoved.

“And I think you're impatient! So do it now too!” he said he was breaking his wife's body.

“Wait a minute!” Arrahma sat back down, if he fell down he would not have survived.

“Sholat isolation first! Later is not a blessing, if you leave the obligatory!” Arrahma encouraged her husband's body to pray.

“Awas just you!” With a heavy heart Zola also performed prayers.

After a few minutes, the man was done. Arrahma who was leaning on the head of the bed said. “ Prayer that too, what —forget me. Agrh— yes khajat prayer. Let there be no obstacle when I confess it!”

Zola frowned, she did not know about the hajat prayer. Half his life, he only prayed Jum’at only. Fardhunya prayers at the skip.

“I already pray fardhu, so why should I pray sunah? I think the prayer I did was not perfect. Just perfect the mandatory one!”

“Well, because it's not as perfect yet! That is why we need to find an extra reward. With the sunna prayer, God willing! With the reward of the sunah prayer, Allah will perfect our prayer reward!”

Zola scratched his nape, he was lazy if he had to pray again.

“When! Mending we look for additional rewards by doing husband-wife relations. Didn't that go to the Apostle's sunah? So this recommended dong? As sunah suratib prayer?”

Arrahma struck him because of Zola's words.

Zola was brain-witted but her heart was empty, barren like the Sahara desert.

TBC...

Sorry if it's too sensitive! ⁇