The Girl Who Shared Belongs to Mr. Zola

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Silence and a sense of emptiness, now housed in his heart. The night sky became his friend, the birds so noisy. But there was no sound in the ears of the girl sitting on the garden chair alone.

His mind returned to the scene where he met a fierce monster. Who married her by force, and treated her like a slave.

Arrahma closed his eyes, he could not be selfish for his life. His happiness is in his hands, who is always with him 24 hours is himself. He could no longer remain silent when needed unfairly. By anyone, including her husband.

“Huft! This is my decision! I am not strong O Allah, to defend it!” One clear grain slid profusely wet the cheek.

“Sorry! I can't keep my trust from you! I was a wife, I always committed sins. Because always denied it, defended our marriage. It only keeps us locked up in problems that make us hurt each other. Each other!” His crying broke instantly. He feels himself the worst person. Blaming what happened was his fault.

“God! Why can't I be more patient with him. Why don't I try to be what I want! Hiks ..hiks!” The person vibrated violently from crying.

“Why can't I be as strong as Asiyah who is able to face her husband who is arbitrarily against others. Pa-padal Aa, not Fir’aun! Hiks ..hiks!”

“I must what is Allah!” he screamed in his heart, needing someone's grasp.

“If only, same mother Daddy still exists! I can share my complaints with them. Ask for a solution, but dear hix! This is not going to happen! Because they've come back to you!” he looked up at the cloudy night sky.

“Kakku! If only he were with me! Maybe he can calm me down, comfort me. Because we're 10 years apart! Oh my God, did he survive the accident that time?”

The question will not be answered this second either. There's a time when everything will be revealed. There is a time that will make him feel like he is getting it all. It will happen, but I don't know when.

“I must what is Allah? I should what? I confused? Survive but it hurts! Giving up before trying is a loser trait!” Arrahma was so confused.

He tried to calm himself. Opening the Quran application, choosing the letter Al-Mujadilah(Women Who Filed a Lawsuit)

After thirty minutes of silence. Think about what will be decided for his life. He opened his bag, taking a deep breath.

Then gulp down some water, and try to put the pill in his mouth. Dear thousand dear, he is one of the many people who cannot swallow pills without being smoothed first.

Arrahma stared at the two pills that fell beside his shoes, because his throat did not accept.

“Still one more! If this doesn't work I'll swallow! Die me. I really suck!” he said while thinking how to take the pill.

“Wafers,” he said with sparkling eyes. The girl opened the wafers pack, chewing it gently. But he did not swallow, he kept it in his mouth. Then put the pills on top of those wafers and a quick drink vertical. So that the taste of the wafer dominates.

At ten Arrahma decided to return. But as he passed through that dark passageway, someone pushed him from behind. Which made him fall into a dark room, no matter what room. When he turned his body. The door closed from the outside.

“Open!"

TBC...