The Girl Who Shared Belongs to Mr. Zola

Attention Zezola

The tallest skyscraper in the city center. It looks beautiful at night.

“Sit!” Zola helped his wife sit in bed. The man decided to spend the night at the hotel. Given the state of his wife who is still in shock.

“You can open the cover of your face, even with the hood!” he turned in another direction.

'Why am I so caring for him, what is this feeling? Why would I be so scared if she went away from me' her mind asked. No wonder, because this is the first time he is so worried about someone. Except mother.

“Hiks ..hiks!” Arrahma is back. Zola looked at him.

“Crying for fear what is worthy? Honestly, not for me! Because we've expended a lot of energy to fear itself!” Zola wiped his wife's tears with her thumb.

“But crying over something, that keeps you fighting!"

"Even though you're scared!” Zola patted his wife's shoulder gently.

"Need to get rewards and appreciation!"

Arrahma was silent because talking was difficult, if at will.

“Quiet! Arrahma, you don't have to worry! Because of your kind husband. Have prepared a gift for you!” zola said like a professional braggart.

Arrahma looked at her husband, astonished.

“Count to!" Zola pointed her three fingers!"

"Three, two, one!”

Along with that the door is knocked. Zola gave a crisp laugh as she could predict what would happen. The man put his foot up.

But Arrahma immediately blocked his hand. “Ma-u to-ma-na!” The trembling sound made Zola sigh.

“Open door,”

“Jang-an leave me alone, I'm scared!” says slowly.

Zola clucked in annoyance. “Ya is come!” Zola took his wife's hand.

The man pushed the dining area near the sofa in the hotel room.

“How? You like the prize! You must take revenge Arrahma!” Zola clenched her hands as an encouragement.

“Your energy is drained from crying. Then for tonight you must take revenge. By increasing food intake!” Zola threw her ass on the couch. That guy had planned this. Since he knew it in the afternoon, his wife only ate a legit sandwich.

“I'm not hungry!” the answer was slow, which made Zola jump in disbelief.

“Arrahma your tears did not stop dripping from earlier! For this, you must drink, so that there are no obstacles when crying. Let's smooth!"

"Your parable now, it's a motorcycle. That has to be filled with gasoline! Let's not strike!” Zola took a soft drink. Then straighten it while glancing at the wife. “Mau?” zola asked in a nodding motion. Arrahma shook his head making him take a slow breath.

The man thought something. 'Shit, what am I doing? Just because you want to see the eggplant, not sad. I'm willing to do something for him! Agrhhh, what's with me' Zola's inner scratching her hair rough.

The man took a taro-flavored drink. Then drink it with the help of a straw. He glanced at his wife with his eyes. “Minum, I think this is pretty good!” he said he was giving drinks to his wife. Again the wife refused it.

“Huft, Arrahma! Drink this order! Don't argue! Especially with the word rejection!” it was her firmness, which made Arrahma look at her. “I'm not hungry!”

“I didn't tell you to eat, beautiful!” he was angry but trying to be sweet. Shaking his wife's head in annoyance.

“I told you to drink!”

“You're wet, it's very uncomfortable isn't it?” Zola stared at his wife's body from head to toe. No! He was only centered on his wife's chest.

“Ehem!” Zola cleared her throat for a moment to neutralize her slightly shortened brain. The man nodded and muttered. "The time is not right, to think pornography. What else is taking him to play pony!" his murmured convulsed.

“Ah, how about you take off your shirt!” Arrahma glared, which made Zola continue her speech back. “I mean— you can wear my jacket! Let's be more comfortable,” he said again, he smiled wryly.

“Eh-eh what do you want?” zola asked directly standing on the sofa. When he saw his wife wanted to undress in front of him.

“And you told me to change clothes! So?” Arrahma asked.

“So?” Zola again imitated his wife's words.

“Bathroom dong Eggplant! Time here!”

“But I'm afraid to be alone!”

Inevitably Zola relented. Let his wife change clothes in front of him. The man decided to close his eyes. Let his brain not travel. Because he knew controlling lust was really hard. “If only, he was not shocked by the incident in the morgue. I wouldn't miss this to ask for my rights. Not funny when we do. He said ...agrh! Brains for tonight, don't think porn!” muttered.

“Already?” zola asked, opening her eyes.

“Already!” Arrahma.

The man shook his head and stepped onto the bed. So funny he thought, —he looks like a shy teenager but actually wants to.

“Good!” zola said he saw his wife wearing her jacket. While the subordinates of black pants are tight.

“Like people want to jog!” Zola laughed crisply as it made his wife's face pout.

“Rileks dong, even pouting crazy. I'm trying to cheer up but you're too stiff! Kanebo!” he pulled the blanket. Then turn off the lights.

“Aa, I'm scared, huuaaaaaa! Don't turn off the lights!” Arrahma jumped straight into bed.

Zola bobbing head. And turn the lights back on.

“Don't turn off Aa, I'm scared! It's like in the mortuary of hiks hiks!”

“Hemmm!” Tonight Zola has to put her ego aside. He could not sleep when the lights were on.

“Help me Aa, don't leave me alone huh?” tanyanya under the blanket.

“Pay first!” he held his smile.

“Yes tomorrow, you have to pay how much?”

“Emang you know, the payment I mean!”

“No! What's it?”

“KMTM!”

“What is ATM, I have to pay by transfer?”

“KMTM! Not ATMs! Eggplant!”

“Kissing Mouth To Mouth!”

TBC...