The Girl Who Shared Belongs to Mr. Zola

Awkwardness

“Hemm!” He murmured, when he felt that something was sticking to his forehead. This girl is uncomfortable.

“Pater's Mothers!” Arrahma was crying in his sleep. While Zola is compressing it. I can hear his unclear voice.

It took the man about three hours to get home. Pure air travel only takes 1 hour and 40 minutes.

“Hiks ..hiks!” Ishakan this time made Zola feel anxious.

In her dream, she met her parents. No wonder, because when Abah found him. Little Arrahma had been wearing a pendant necklace that contained a photo of his parents.

“Rahma, heh!” Zola patted his wife's cheek gently. This man thinks it's better to be woken up than to delirious that no-no.

The gentle pat, able to make Arrahma blink his eyes. With her eyes still blurry, Arrahma thought that her vision was wrong regarding her husband's whereabouts.

'Aa, it's impossible! He's out of town!' the batteries.

But what he thought was just a shadow. It was actually able to make him hold his breath, as Zola's face drew closer.

“Aa?” call him while holding his breath.

“Huft! Good thing you are aware!” said Zola straightened her body to be more relaxed.

“Aa, is this right Aa? Isn't there a job out of town?” Arrahma tried to wake up from his sleep.

“The work is done?” Although Arrahma's mouth ache was never lazy to ask her husband.

“But! Seeing you sick and ending the one-sided call made me feel worried! You're angry that I asked in a harsh tone?” zola looked at his wife.

Arrahma looked confused, what was wrong with her husband. Suddenly so attentive, wanting to know what he was feeling. It is possible that Hagrid had smacked the tip of her umbrella three times in her husband's head. Which changed her husband. Arrahma chuckled amusedly at the thought of the impossible.

“Rahma,” call it.

“Em, forget! I don't want to discuss it further!” she said she was still upset with her husband who was too excessive because of trivial things.

Huft Zola let out a long sigh, he knew his wife was still annoyed at him. But if he apologizes. Wouldn't that lower his grade.

It seems that Zola still has the prestige to apologize or do romantic things first. It's natural that there is a process.

“Have eaten?” Better to switch the conversation.

Arrahma.

“Why not eat? You can ask for help from home!” he tried softly, which though hard and need energy. Because the system of subtlety is not in him.

“Males me, it's midnight! Just eat some bread! The important thing is to fill his stomach!” she said with her lesion face.

“After this take the medicine, it has been smoothed!” he sat back next to his wife. Want to feed the bread that has been given jam into the mouth of his wife.

“Udah, don't bother, I can eat by myself!” said Arrahma immediately pulled the bread in the hands of her husband. Zola scratched his nape due to misbehavior. What he just did made him realize. If he is too worried about his wife. What is his heart chose landing in the heart. The girl he always called with the call Eggplant.

“Aa, have you eaten yet?” asked Arrahma while biting the bread. This girl is different from the others, if most people choose hunger strike when sick. For bland or blah-blah reasons. Arrahma no! He's not like that. He prefers to eat to be healthy quickly. Because he can't depend on anyone else. And not bothering anyone else.

Zola didn't budge.

“Ayo aaaa!” Arrahma played the part of the bread that was still intact.

While Zola cursed himself, impressed like a young man who just felt in love. This really makes him die a flea. Because of his own attitude.

The man drew his mouth close to the bread in his wife's hand. Zola chose the part that Arrahma had eaten. Which makes Arrahma tweet. “Why is the rest of my bite? Here I have selected the one that is still intact!”

“Why?” tanyakanya.

“You're not disgusted?” tanyanya slow.

Zola chuckled amusedly, this man was only able to shake his head. “You're funny, why be disgusted? Don't we always kiss on the lips?”

Arrahma looked down embarrassed, I don't know her husband's eyes were completely different from his usual day. This time it made him feel wrong.

“Ehem you sleep gih! Let it heal quickly, tomorrow I'm masakin! Soto beef kribo!” zola said melengos, the man closed his eyes. Clenching his hands. Because it holds back the happiness that just arises. He thought, tonight he was PDKT with class prima donna. So that the day after tomorrow can be.

“Keep you?” ask Arrahma awkwardly.

It seems like both of them are stuck in awkwardness. Which was almost nonexistent. Because there is only selfishness from the predator. And the distress that the eggplant felt.

“Later!” he scratched his nape.

“Yes already, I slept first!” he sounded timid, while positioning to sleep. But what happened was something unexpected. Arrahma was sleeping on her husband's lap.

For a moment the room was silent, they were conscious but the brain connection was unstable. Which makes the brain both loading.

“Ma-sorry!” she endured the embarrassment, lifting her head from her husband's lap. Love is not about deaf-blind anymore. Love also makes a person lose consciousness. Like Arrahma, should sleep with a vertical position actually makes him lay down his body with a horizontal position.

Zola held back her smile, funny. But I think there are fools how that is. Hid..

the narrative is like a water advertisement from the mountains alone.

TBC...