The Girl Who Shared Belongs to Mr. Zola

Remembering the Childhood

Arrahma leaned against the wall, the girl shed her tears. Trying to calm his breath, hoping that his voice would not quiver when calling Gus Imam.

“Assalamu’alaikum! How is Umi Gus?” ask Arrahma just a pleasantries.

“Alhamdulillah, sorry Rahma has not had time to visit!”

Zola stared at him sharply, hinting that Arrahma was straight to the points.

Arrahma immediately lowered his head, adjusting his breathing. Before saying something that made him and Gus Imam lose their happiness.

“Ehem, Gus! Rahma wanted to apologize first!” Arrahma paused his words for a moment. Take a long breath.

“It looks like our relationship, can no longer be continued.”

Gus Imam was immediately shocked.

“What does Dik mean? Why suddenly?”

Zola immediately recaptured Arrahma's phone.

“It's clear, she broke off the relationship with you! Keep asking!”

“Who are you, why is Arrahma with you!” shouted Gus Imam worried about Arrahma.

“If you still want, this veiled girl is yours. Come to the hotel in the city center. Room number 005! Don't forget that money, to redeem your fiancee. Who has ruined my car.” Zola immediately turned off the phone and threw Arrahma's phone into the bed. Arrahma smiled happily.

“You get ready, briefly again we will ijab-kabul” he said triumphantly, just contact Arrahma who had breathed a sigh of relief. It becomes frozen instantly. It turned out that Zola was just playing herself.

“What do you want Sir? Why are you playing me? We have never met before! What's my fault?” shouted Arrahma who had exhausted his patience.

Zola smiled at his smile.

“What's your fault? You still ask? Remember because of you I'm late meeting. Because you also made my cheeks hot!”

“Hiks, why do you have the heart to play women. I said I had to pay 50 million. When I paid you, you said you couldn't. And lastly you also played Gus Imam! Which is not wrong anything.”

Zola immediately gripped Arrahma's chin firmly. Makes the girl grimace in pain.

“In my life women are toys that must be played. And women have no price in my eyes. I only look for it when I need it and throw it away when it's useless. Except my late mother. Which I always respect!” Zola threw out her rough hand.

“Just write your name and your parents so I can memorize before the penghulu comes!” Zola threw the paper and pen at Arrahma.

Arrahma took a breath and took the paper. The girl recalled having a conversation with Abah Yai when she was seven years old.

“Rahma Abah's son! Abah wants to say something, it's about your childhood!”

“Actually your parents never leave you in this boarding school. Both of your parents died in an accident. Coincidentally Abah was there at the time of the incident.”

“That saw an old middle-aged man calming you down, because you were crying. Your temple was injured by being hit! While the bodies of your mother and father were rushed to the hospital for an autopsy! In the car driven by your parents consists of five passengers. Your parents, you, continue if not the wrong woman who has the status of a nurse and a 10-year-old child. Possibly is your brother”

“Mbak who was a nurse died after being referred to the nearest hospital. A 10-year-old child is not known to exist. Abah tried to find your brother but nothing .And Abah was told. What's your parents' name.”

“The police also showed your father's ID card! Abah read it with a fellow, Abah steering memorize so as not to forget.” Abah wrote the name of Arrahma's father and gave it to little Arrahma.

Little Arrahma read Abah's writings. The little girl was crying. Know the truth of himself. When he asked why his parents did not visit him. Like other santri, Abah just smiled telling her to sit on his lap. And said, ‘Your parents have entrusted you with Abah. So they will come when Rahma is grown!'

“Change! Rahma has no parents anymore.hiks!” the girl was crying.

Abah simply stroked the head of the small Arrhama covered in hijab.

“Arrahma's parents are now Abah and Umi! So Arrahma don't be sad!” abah Yai's Holiday.

Not yet remembered his past. Arrahma is fascinated by the Zola baritone.

“Hey don't be dumb, penghulu is here!”

Arrahma immediately stood up from his seat on the floor.

“Ke-why have you come?” asked Arrahma unconscious. Twenty minutes ago, Zola pulled the paper in her hand. It says Mama Arrahma and her parents.

“You daydream like a absent-minded person blank stares! I took the paper you just held unconscious!” ketus Zola while tidying up his suit.

“Master, penghulu is ready!” Asrhaf Zola's personal assistant reminded. The man glanced at Arrahma.

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“Your eyes, don't be careless. If not, I want to go for it. Let's know taste!” Zola did not like Asrhaf's gaze on Arrahma.

“I received marriage and marriage Arrahma bint Ilham Arief in cash!” The ruler recites a prayer

At the same time.

Brak! The door of the hotel room opened, a handsome young man. Open the door with a breath.

“Priest Gus!”

Bugh!