The Girl Who Shared Belongs to Mr. Zola
Fascinated I Am Enchanted
A week together brought the two couples closer together. This morning was so special, because Zola had to give rewards to his wife.
Not wanting to save enough money. Zola prefers to cook food for his wife.
“There-there's only! The Agreement Eggplant wrote!” gerutu while pouring rice in a container. The man wore gloves first, in order to coax (stir/mix by hand) all the ingredients. Zola put grated cheese then sausage and meat that has been mashed. After all mixed up, the man formed a round like a ball. Then he put into the egg shuffle for the dough can be mixed with panir flour.
“BAAA!” Arrahma deliberately walked slowly, to make her husband shocked.
“Less asem, you want to be a widow? Because your husband died of a heart attack?” his cynicism while flipping through his half-cooked cooking.
“Astagfiruah, so it is!” said Arrahma sniffing the fresh aroma coming out of her husband's cooking.
“The smell is okay as well A,” he said grinning horse.
“I think Aa can't cook!”
“From SD age! I've been dropped into a neighboring country! For school there! How could I not cook. Be thankful to have a multitalent husband like me! Even if you need to bow down in thanksgiving!” he said while cooking.
“Aa stay there alone?” Arrahma took the glass. He's so thirsty.
“No! There's a mother's brother, but even though I live with them! Doesn't mean I can be leha-leha! School, eat, study, sleep, back to school morning again! I also helped Auntie cook! Clean the house to lighten its load. Wash clothes, iron all by yourself! Although sometimes Auntie doesn't let me do all that,” she said she started plating her food.
Arrahma nodded slowly, it turned out that her husband's life was eleven twelve with her.
“Goodbye my wife, who is brash!” Zola smiled in annoyance. The man told his wife to bring a plate filled with food.
“The start is good, but how come the end is not good to hear!” Arrahma followed her husband who walked into the living room.
Zola threw her ass over the couch. The man covered his sweat with tissue.
“Live a good meal of protest!” he said while lighting a cigarette.
“But this, what's the name?” Arrahma sat on the sofa while putting the dishes on the table.
“Rice ball from your dream husband!” he answered while removing cigarette smoke from his mouth.
“Aa, harm others only!” he covered his mouth with his nose.
“Your own fault why do I!”
Arrahma did not speak anymore. The girl started to bite into the rice ball of her dream husband. Mozzarell cheese is hard to break. Make Arrahma play it, pull cheese ala food vlogger.
“Oath, good A! Do you do it again sometime?” he smiled.
“Hahaha, good! You think I'm going to! I'm doing this solely to meet the requirements you made!” Zola looking for the TV remote.
“Ter! I open the laptop, can I? There is unfinished work because!” abugn. This is what they have been doing for the past week. Ask permission if you want to do something.
“Hour day is still working! It should be quality time with wife!” cibir Arrahma's.
“Quality time with wife, it's only when making love! You want quality time, again?” Zola got up from her seat, she smiled grinning.
Arrahma choked because of her husband's words. “Hair is still wet too!” The girl walked into the kitchen.
Zola can only shake her head.
Arrahma opened the door to her room, seeing her husband focusing on his laptop. Arrahma will stay home. If her husband is off, she will not go to the store for work, nor to the boarding school for shipping.
“Attempt ... I .. fascinated .. looked ... looked ... looked ... her face ...A Zola!”
Zola averted her eyes when she heard her wife singing along with her guitar. This guy seems to be misbehaving. With the lyrics of the song his wife made.
“Welut ..kang ..welut-welut ..kang salting
Salting .. salting ..salting ...A Zolanya salting!” Arrahma held back her laughter when she saw her husband's face flushed red. When he satirizes with the lyrics of the song.
TBC...
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