The Girl Who Shared Belongs to Mr. Zola

Kiss Dimata

Zola could not keep quiet anymore, as his wife had not returned either. The man came out of Darwin's room, wearing his jacket.

“Srhaf, Rahma why not come back too, it's been half eleven hours over!” he said with a face that was really worried.

“I was so worried about him. Don't-don't she ..?” Zola hung up her words, she knew nothing about Arrahma.

“Better, Sir! Check the position of Miss! If not here maybe to his pesantren!”

Zola immediately opened her phone, staring meticulously.

“He's still in the hospital!”

“Srhaf, have the Sisters look after Darwin! After Sister comes you look for Arrahma! I don't want to know, he has to meet! I'll look for it starting from the top floor!” Zola immediately ran without waiting for an answer from Asrhaf.

“Rahma! Rahma where are you!” mumbled riled. It had been almost twenty minutes he had searched but had not found it.

The man decided to call Asrhaf, who knew his wife had been found. But nil, Asrhaf also did not find his wife.

“All the floors have been checked, but he is not there!” Zola went to the park, for some reason she remembered the incident when she heard a sobbing sound. The man turned on his cell phone flashlight.

“Rahmaaaa!” shouted Zola.

“If you are here, please do not hide!“ For some reason his heart was convinced that the sobbing sound that he had heard at that time belonged to Arrahma.

Right in a long chair, his foot accidentally stepped on something. The man crouched down to see something he was stepping on. A bag hanger, which is funny.

“The hang is ugly, as it has!” Zola smiled cynically as his wife put on a hanger zipped by a backpack.

“Emang yes?” tanyanya polo's.

“Emmm!” The man nodded slowly. Then saying. “Wait a minute, I have a nice hanger!” he rose from his bed in bed. The man, too, opened the nightstand. And take the funny thing that gives off light.

“Wahhhh!”

“You can pay for it, if you want to get this! Just massage my shoulders, until I say enough!”

“Choose ..I guess, I'll get it for free!” Arrahma puffed her cheeks.

“You didn't? I also buy energy!”

“Emang yes? Not using money?”

“Basic Eggplant, his brain is empty! If you buy it, obviously use money. To earn money I have to work first, and we get paid for eggplant brain and energy!” Zola pushed his wife's head slowly.

“Arrahma! This is the keychain I gave him!” Zola was looking for his wife. But when he wanted to stand up from the squatting his eyes saw something on the grass.

“What is this?” Zola brought her cell phone to the grass.

“Pil?” his screeches. The pill was as wet as it had been taken before.

“I know Arrahma, can't take pills. Is this her thing? I remember how he was in trouble, taking pills while being treated first! What pill is this?”

Zola took the pill pack lying on the legs of the chair.

When you want to read it, there is noise from people. Make Zola immediately stand up from her seat. Unknowingly the man stuffed the pill pack into his pants pocket.

Zola circulated her gaze, in a corner of the hospital room. There are a few humans clustered. The man decided to approach her.

“Someone is locked inside!” replied the middle-aged woman.

“Why not open?” Zola asked again.

“I beg you help me!” shouted a weak person from inside the room.

Duars! Zola was surprised to hear his wife's words.

“Rahmaaaa! Is that you?” Zola banged on that door.

Arrahma was in the room. He could hear Zola's voice. She had forgotten her prejudice against her husband.

“Aa! Get me out of here! Hicks! I'm afraid hiks!” Rahma banged on the door fast.

“You are calm, I will try to open the door!” shouted Zola.

“WHY ARE YOU GUYS JUST SILENT!” snapped Zola annoyed.

“We tried but, the door is locked!” someone said.

“But be calm, someone has asked for a key to the hospital attendant!” said the other.

“Aa! Please get me out of here hiks ..hiks .. I'm scared!” arrahma's cry hardened.

Zola couldn't wait for someone to take the key from the RS clerk. This man could not bear to see his wife in fear in the morgue.

“Arrahma, stay away from the door. I'll try to break down the door from the outside!” zola shouted with a flushed face. He did not understand why his wife was locked in the morgue.

“I don't want to, I'm afraid!” the girl shook her head not daring, realizing that coming in she did not switch positions out of fear.

“If you don't step aside, how do I break it? Do you want to wait for someone to take the keys from the officer?” zola asked right at the door.

“Arrahma Darling, let's not be afraid. Step your feet little by little! Stay away from the door. Come my wife, God be with you! Fear not! He's taking care of you! Arrahma did you hear me?”

Arrahma who was inside, did what her husband said. It was actually Zola's first soft voice. Able to calm Arrahma.

“Arrahma is it, you are away from the door?”

“Emmmm!” That's the answer from within.

Zola tried to break down once it had not worked, twice the door swayed a little. The third time there was no change. Five times the door is open. Making Zola slump into the room, while holding her aching arm. But as fast as lightning Zola stood tall and approached his weeping wife. The girl immediately scatters her body into her husband's arms.

“Hiks ... hiks ..hiks! Aa!” So tight a hug from his wife. Zola received the hug, her hand stroking his wife's head gently.

“Calm down, you can get out!” he tried to calm his wife. Arrahma's body trembled violently that he felt.

Arrahma looked up at her husband. At that moment Zola looked at him. He knew his wife was scared. The man cupped his wife's face. Then kiss Arrahma's right-left eye in turn. Gently and at the end with a big smile. To keep his wife's heart calm.

“Don't be afraid all will be fine!”

Arrahma hugged her tightly. While the person who was huddling breathed a sigh of relief. Because seeing Arrahma can come out.

TBC...