The Girl Who Shared Belongs to Mr. Zola
Arrahma's Victory
The black car entered the yard of the house, in the style of a revolving staircase under the pool. Zola got out of her car and took off her glasses. Arrahma raised his head, Zola's house was so slick. In accordance with the character of her husband.
“Aa, what time did you come home last night? To be honest I really do runny, maybe the effect of frequent sleep on the sofa yak time!” said Arrahma who walked behind her husband, while lifting a big bag.
“You slept kayak kebo,” his cynicism.
There was a noise, it seemed like this voice was coming from inside the house.
“Still renovation, the house is not finished!” zola said while staring at the screen of her phone.
Arrahma nodded, apparently her husband's house was different from Kong Can's. If Kong Can's house uses bricks. So the new dwelling, using large glass as a barrier for each room.
“Anti Bullet nih A?” tanyakanya.
“Anti arrows!” cynically. The man greeted the artisans for a moment. Then take Arrahma upstairs.
“This is our room?” asked Arrahma while sitting on the bed. The girl observes the interior attached to her husband's room.
“Meanway? You think we sleep in a different room?” asked Zola while unbuttoning her shirt.
“Yes it is possible, let kayak dinovel hehehehe!”
“Cih, your brain is no longer a virgin! Because reading kasian novels!” he said while wearing his shirt and then waltzed away. And shut the door of his room.
While Arrahma could only snort in annoyance.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Arrahma descended the stairs quickly. With paper in his hand. The girl smiled when she saw her husband talking to a man on a cell phone. Arrahma tapped Zola's shoulder from behind with his ball. The man turned his body, with a frown. Zola moved her face and asked without a sound.
Arrahma pointed at the paper in his hand with a ballpoint pen, and spoke without a sound. “I need your signature!”
Zola asked for the paper, without asking what it was. The man came over while clamping his cell phone with his shoulder. Multitasking. “Iya, good later just send to email!” he handed the paper to his wife. Arrahma smiled triumphantly. The girl pranced, leaving her husband. He felt strange about his attitude.
Zola was so confused by his wife's exuberant attitude. Like winning the lottery.
“Any, why does she look so excited!” muttered.
Someone on the phone called him many times. Making Zola aware of the questions that filled her brain.
“Okay! Send the file immediately!” Zola decided on her call. The man ran straight up the stairs. He was so curious, what made his wife so happy.
The door opened from the outside. Arrahma who was laughing, immediately mingkem (silence) when she saw her husband enter the room.
“Actually what makes you happy?” ask Zola to the points. The man put his body in the bed.
“I'm happy, because.” Arrahma hung his words. Which made Zola throw a pillow at him, because she felt played.
“Hehehe! Because I've been able to solve problems in my life!” answer whinyesan.
“See this, can solve the problems that so far. Make me stressed and mistreated!” he showed me the paper in his hand.
Zola got up from her lying down. The man forcibly took the paper in Arrahma's hands.
With foresight, his eyes tried to read one sentence at a time. It is written in it.
Duars! For being struck by lightning in a hole.
“Agreement letter?” zola asked with a sharp glance at his wife.
Arrahma nodded slowly.
“YOU CRAZY?” his screams were full of anger.
Zola was preparing to strangle his wife's neck. Before it actually happened. Arrahma said something. “In the agreement letter, which you signed! If you want to get a second chance. The party given the opportunity, should not behave violently. Against the party that gives the chance!” Aarahma who was able to make him moan.
“Terms you give, all this harms me!” he threw the agreement on the floor.
“That's a payment, which you have to pay! If you can't, we've split!”
“Damn you Eggplant!” said Zola who can't do anything. Now he is cornered by the one-sided agreement his wife made.
TBC...
