The Girl Who Shared Belongs to Mr. Zola

Welut-welut You Bunting ... Bunting

“Anged, your okay?” zola asked when she saw his wife. On the screen of his phone, it is clear that Arrahma is wearing his hoodie. And covered the body like cold.

“He’em!” he answered, the girl shivered.

Zola rubbed her face rough, she was confused as to how. As a husband he cannot accompany his wife when she is ill.

“You're cold?”

Arrahma blinked his eyes in response.

“Your face is pale! Already taking medication?”

“Eat?”

“Why can you get sick?” Some questions Zola asked his wife. The girl smiled faintly, how not. If her husband asks without pause. Makes it hard for him to answer.

When Arrahma wanted to answer, his stomach felt nauseous. The girl immediately uncovers her blanket running towards the bathroom.

Zola on the other side could see his wife running. It just so happened that Arrahma leaned his phone on a pillow of bolsters. The man bit his lower lip, the look of his face looked anxious.

After a few minutes in the bathroom, the girl came out. And put his body back.

“It's been pretty relieved?” Zola looked at his wife's face adorning the screen.

“Hmmm!” Arrahma.

“Do not-do this effect..” Zola hung up her words. Making Arrahma frown at the same time curious.

“Aduh, Mamae, maybe there is a baby in your stomach.” he said which makes Arrahma increasingly frowning.

“Welut ..kau ..welut-welut .

You bunting ..bunting .. bunting ... Arrahma bunting!” he recalled the insinuations his wife gave him a few weeks ago.

Zola held back her laughter looking at his wife's astonished expression. Seeing the absurdity that he threw, just like Markunyok.

“Cannot be!” it was Arrahma who made Zola sharpen her hearing.

“Meanway? Not likely? Isn't it natural that you're pregnant?” Looked suspiciously.

“Yes, but that's impossible! It's just a cold!” Sure Arrahma.

“A wind? How can?” his screeches.

“Oh ... So because of the many messages? Do you feel unnecessary, paying attention to your condition? Be stubborn! I told you already! Find a new employee to help your business! But why don't you do it?” it was Zola's nagging that confused Arrahma. Because all this time, she knew her husband was indifferent to what he was doing.

“Now look! Lookie! You're sick, and who's gonna take care of you? I wasn't there!” this man was so worried about his wife. But unfortunately, the way to express his concerns, is not appropriate. Makes his wife think otherwise.

Arrahma's eyes glazed over, said her husband. As a reminder, if he is a banged-up person who can not maintain his health.

“Why, even mewek?” zola asked, looking at his wife's eyes.

Tut! Arrahma turned off the phone. Which made Zola scream to call his name.

“Set! Why turned off?” tanyanya tried to remember. Is there something wrong with his words.

It turns out that misunderstandings can occur because of many things. Including trivial things like this, whether it's from the tone of his speech or precisely the expression. What's more when the message through writing, not infrequently they misinterpret the meaning.

“Huft! Okay I was wrong! Maybe my voice sounded like I was pressing her. As if corrupting her!” Zola uncovers her blanket, staring at the clock attached to the wall.

The man immediately ran towards the bathroom. When he finished he went down the stairs.

“Gentleman where you going?” asked Asrhaf who happened to have just woken up from thirst.

“Go home!” he stared at the phone screen.

“Means?” Asrhaf was full of curiosity. The young man put the glass that was used for drinking on the table.

“It's still three days to go home, all the work is not finished. And the day after tomorrow there will be a seminar!” he reminded his boss.

As a businessman, Zola is often invited to fill seminars.

“Still one day right? Seminar event held? You take it easy, I'll be back in time! When I'm not here all you handle!” he walked quickly to the main door of the apartment.

“Indeed you have bought a plane ticket? What's important?” his yell.

Zola turned her body, her face looking annoyed. “Now modern bro, check-in tickets can use the application!” the answer that made Asrhaf hit his own eel. He thought this was still ancient times. Every plane ticket is checked in. Perhaps this young man was astonished, because his superior had never done anything. Without coordination with him.

When Asrhaf wants to ask back. Zola directly preceded him, she knew what her subordinates were asking. “It's about Rahma!”

Then out of the apartment, while Asrhaf gulped his saliva roughly. He could not say anything when it came to Arrahma.

'Ashafira, you where dear' inner Ashraf closed his eyes. Which made him remember the fateful events of a dozen years ago. Before he met Zola.

TBC...