The Girl Who Shared Belongs to Mr. Zola

Distant Feel

The two men walked together, laughing. Pushing the door made of glass, entering the cafe. The two continued to talk while pulling up a chair to sit down. The man who was wearing the light blue sweater, pulled his sleeves to the next. Not dirty while eating. While the youth in black shirts se—legan, calling waiter. With a wave of hands.

Coincidentally for tonight there is live music that can accompany the visitors, Kala enjoy the ordered dishes.

Guitar make some visitors, knocking his shoes with the floor. No exception to the man who wears a light blue sweater, Zola.

...]]The day goes on. Gone by time. I've hurt you. I want to meet.[[...

Early memory fragments met his wife. Fulfilling his mind, how he drew his wife's hand. And throw rough. Zola closed her eyes, the lyrics to the next song. Makes it even more crowded.

...]]Forgive mistakes. And also misery. Ever stuck a sharp thorn....

...Imperfect in memory[[[...

His memory this time, was fixed on a moment, where he. It was rude to his wife. Pulling his wife's hair. Which made his wife's head hit the head of the bed. And the memory that most makes him guilty. He pulled his wife into the bathroom of the hotel. Then he held his wife's shoulder. And smashed his wife's body into the wall. He made his wife scream in pain. And blood flowing from his wife's nose.

...]]Now you go ...Left me.[[...

The lyrics that make Zola shake. As if afraid of losing. The man got up from his seat. Make Asrhaf ask.

“Where are you Mr?”

“I want to meet Rahma!” he said, wanting to step his foot.

“Nona, that's her just got out of the taxi!” he said pointing to the woman who had just come out of the taxi.

Zola smiled happily.

“How can he know we're here?” tanyanya seriously.

Asrhaf shrugged his shoulders, smiling.

But his fear had already appeared. Again, when there was a car from the north speeding. And Brakkkk.

“RAHMAaaaaaa!” Zola woke up from her sleep. His breathing was wheezing because his dream was so bad. Even cold sweat drenched his forehead.

“Rahma! Why do I dream so badly of him?" Zola held her head with both hands. Four days away from his wife made him feel strange. Losing, missing and feeling anxious.

"Why didn't he send a message, anything today? Usually, I wake up and get a message notification."

"Mind prayer, at least 2 times a day he calls!" he said while taking his phone. Checking who knows, his wife sent him a message. It turned out that it was just his expectations.

"Give me one chance to fix everything."

Zola stared at his phone, the man sent a message to his wife.

"This is where Rahma's recording of the break?" Zola scrolled his phone screen.

Four days away from his wife made it difficult for him to sleep. It felt different, a month before. He slept with someone who was always chanting sholawat and stroking his head gently. To fall asleep immediately.

"Don't get to delete, however the recording can make me sleep better!” It turns out Zola was addicted to his wife's voice while having a breakout.

“Agrh, why can it be lost!” This guy looks messy. However, he needs to struggle to get his wife's clear voice. Because he was recording secretly.

Zola prefers to call his wife by phone. Because he knows, if a night like this his wife doesn't activate the data.

Twice, no answer. Makes Zola anxious.

Tut ...Tut's...

“Thanks Dear!” he rubbed his hair back

Zola was desperate for the third time. Arrahma did not answer either.

His phone rang, making him excited as his screen showed a video call from his wife.

“Say!” Zola hung her words when she saw his wife's face. His worries multiplied many times over.

TBC...

It turns out that the novel that the author wrote invites pros and cons. Someone said,

Thor you harassed the Sholehah girl! And for the character Arrahma not after.

*this *Novel is just a fictional story. There is no intention of demeaning or demonizing people or positions. I want to convey. Sorry if one day the story doesn't go on. Which makes readers disappointed and confused.

I know, I don't have enough science to write a story. Wong I write for entertainment. I honestly like the criticism. Because it lets me know where my mistake lies. Makes me learn. Hopefully in the future it can be better.

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Cie A Zo is addicted to sholawat his wife's version*.....