The Girl Who Shared Belongs to Mr. Zola

The Story of Arrahma Young Time

“You novelist?” ask Zola while driving her car. This afternoon they will head to the airport to pick up Kong Can. This morning Darwin was allowed to go home.

This couple did not have enough time to be alone.

“No!” the answer was staring at the streets.

“Not every day you write a novel?” ask her with a frown. This man knew his wife was writing as they used to sleep in the hospital room.

“For me a novelist, is a person who really knows the concept of authorship. As for me, not yet proficient enough for this!” she looked down her tail and her eyes glanced at her husband. Zola's new hair makes her heart pound.

Her husband is increasingly charming with the style of street lice.

“I was thinking, I'm just playing the keyboard! I put every word into a sentence. A sentence is a paragraph that can be read. And God, who gave me the idea! I'm not a novelist, it's just. Sharpening ability!” abugn.

“Romance?”

Arrahma nodded slowly.

“Means ... No scenes 21+ dong!”

“No! There are some limitations that I make to myself, for example I will not write anything pornographic in detail! I wish I could be consistent with my words! Honestly—I'm afraid of khilaf”

“That first, was detrimental to me. Both in the mind that leads to action and biologically that makes us aroused! Second I hope, writing does not violate the rules of Islam! And third, I can make others lose. Especially the unmarried young people. They tend to be more curious, and their curiosity is higher than married ones!”

“I don't want young people brain contaminated, I hope the novel I wrote is not toxic! If I can't, write something positive, meng—education, provide motivation! At least I didn't ruin anyone else's life!”

“Honestly, this is my personal experience. I was 15 years old. Gus Ikhsan gave me his cell phone which he no longer used. In order for me to stay in the pesantren.No need to go to the cafe to look for information that is not in the book! A month of having a phone, I was pretty naughty for this!” Arrahma chuckled amusedly.

“I downloaded an app, novel online! I read it because the story is so good! I didn't think, when we found something. We have to give up something!” Arrahma looked down full of regret.

Zola glanced at him, unaware that he was stroking his wife's head gently.

“I get the pleasure and happiness of getting swept up in the story. Which amuses me. I also had to let go, my brain became contaminated by it.” Arrahma paused for a moment.

While Zola held back her laughter imagining Arrahma's reaction. Time knows if what he's reading is obeisance.

“Something bad, so easy to digest. But it's hard to forget! Honestly, there's opium inside me. Wanted to keep reading it (the sex scene) But I realized, if the more I keep going. Then I will be colonized by the stupidity that is in my brain!”

“Until, I decided to stop reading for a moment. But it's hard, okay, I read. I'm trying to find a novel that fits me! It turns out that every novel I read has its 21+ scene!”

“I have to scroll down, to not read that scene again! It took me many times, to uphold my principles! Won't read 21+ I finally can. But still, the mistake I made just now will not change!” Arrahma took a long breath. Zola let her wife tell her stories.

“I can't blame anyone else for this. I can't blame the circumstances for this either! All I can do is! Accept it and want to solve this problem! How do I get out of this vicious circle!”

“Receiving a negative experience is actually a form of positive experience!”

“This is my negative experience, my brain has become impure again! And the positive experience was, I was taught to be wise in sorting and choosing readings! And the second one, with me reading about seeks! I know, if there's a difference between virgin and not!”

Zola just nodded. Remember if his wife has not said what conditions he should do. To get the chance once more.

“From here, I began to take care of myself and my chastity!”

“The negative can turn into a positive. If you look at it with a broad perspective, make it an experience! Open up just regrets! Trying to solve problems. Not evading or denying!”

“Because of something you haven't solved yet. And yet you have not finished, it will be a cage in the brain!”

“Padahan, as we know, the brain can automatically remove. A memory or information that is not important anymore! Then digest new information and new memories! That's why sometimes, we easily forget something of the information we get!”

“Stay we want to save where, short term memory or long term memory”

“Mother-in-law's death, seems to be stored in long-term memory! I thought it best, Aa immediately solved the problems that had not been completed. —I mean, try to find out what really happened! You hate your father-in-law, because you think it's all his fault! But is that true? Don't let misunderstandings anchor in your brain!”

Coinciding with the completion of Arrahma's speech. The car stopped. That makes Arrahma's body point forward.

TBC...