The Girl Who Shared Belongs to Mr. Zola

Arrahma My wife

A morning that looked different, at the residence of Kong Can. Especially for the maid in the house. It was like getting a Christmas present from Santa Claus. For getting the chance to cook with Mr. Zola. Although the Predator, does not show a friendly face. He was just focusing on his cooking.

“Wuih, it turns out there is a new team in the kitchen!” Adel put his foot in the kitchen.

Zola didn't budge.

“For whom?” adel asked as he poured water from the gallon into the glass.

Zola glanced at her lazy half-brother.

And Adel set his foot on Zola. And take the kribo meat (round shaped meat, mixed with raw noodles)

Wanted to put it in his mouth, which made Zola growled. The man banged the knife into the cutting board.

NAH! To make all the kitchen residents surprised.

“Return, I cook not for a spinster like you!”

Instead of following the orders of his half-brother, Adel chewed it quickly. Then a little chuckle.

“Lezattt!” Adel brings together the thumb and index finger.

“Less asem,” said Zola annoyed, even though he hoped the first person to taste his cooking was his wife.

Although Zola always said rudely to him. Adel never gives up on being close to Zola like a stepbrother who values each other.

A woman three years younger than him. Take three fried kribo meat, then leave it with a crisp laugh. Because it worked to upset him.

“Your wife is beautiful, still young! You're lucky to get it.” Adel walked backwards, chewing food. Makes the talk less clear.

“But don't know with him, who gets an old virgin like you hahahaha!” Adel shook his head, honestly this is the first time he spoke to Zola very relaxed. Jeers for the ridicule he made, did not necessarily make Zola angry at him.

“This is unfair is not?” Adel took his foot out of the kitchen. But a voice stopped his steps. “There's something I want to talk about, meet me behind the house at nine.”

Adel frowned in wonder, what would Zola discuss, the matter of the kingdom. Not wanting to ask a lot, Adel gave a thumbs up as an agreement.

After her cooking was over, Zola decided to go to her room. Last night at half past three, his wife's body was hotter. Keep him awake until morning.

Zola opened the door to his room slowly, seeing that his wife was still asleep. The man placed a tray of food on top of the drawer. Then he held his wife's forehead, with the palm of his hand.

“Thank God, the heat has gone down!”

“Rahma wake up, eat take medicine. Later rest again to heal!” Zola shook his wife's shoulder slowly.

Twice, don't wake up either. Finally the third one just woke up. Zola helped his wife lean on the head of the bed. Then he sat down next to his wife, taking a bowl of soto.

Arrahma looked happy. Back to his helplessness. There was a figure of a hard man incarnating as an attentive prince. Especially when she saw her husband, blowing rice and vegetables in a spoon. Then check if it is still hot, by licking the tip of the spoon. Then he pointed to his wife's mouth.

“Aaaaaa!” he asked Arrahma to open his mouth.

“Sorry, previously did not mean to patronize. Or what, preferably when the food is still hot. It would be nice to wait until it is cold. Or ... if it is in a hurry, we can fan it first! Instead of being blown,” she said slowly afraid if her husband misunderstood.

“Why? You are afraid of contracting a disease, because I blew this food?” his tanyanya flat, however, Zola tetep feed food to his wife. Arrahma accepted it then chewed it slowly. After being swallowed he answered. “No! It's just eating!” the answer.

After helping his wife to take medicine. Zola held both of his wife's hands gently. The eyes of the two looked at each other. “Rahma, I ask for whatever happens to me. Someday, I want you to stay with me!”

“I'm not a good man, I lack a lot! I may not be able to be a gentle, caring husband. Like most husbands out there. But, I want you to always be at my every step.”

“I want you to be a reminder to me, when I make a mistake. I want you, to be a controller, when I'm emotional, because I can't control myself!”

Arrahma tried to hold back her tears because of her husband's words.

“Sorry! Sorry for what I did to you. I know, it's not easy for you. But if I don't apologize to you right now. I don't know, what chance will come a second time? Or not?” Zola stroked his wife's cheek with her right hand. The left one held Arrahma's hand.

Zola was carried away by the atmosphere, although the eyes did not let out illu. Unlike Arrahma who has sobbed and shed tears. Which made Zola's thumb rub her gently. The two knuckles stick together. Arrahma was crying and Zola was silent. Before saying anything to say. “Stay with me, until the time that separates Arrahma my wife!”

Arrahma nodded in the forehead link. He is grateful for the happiness he has with him.

Zola hugged his wife, while Arrahma cried in Zola's arms.

...At its core life is just a barrage of problems, which have no end. The solution to one problem will only create another problem. Mark Manson's!

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Zola did get a solution for her relationship with Arrahma. But, another problem. It's waiting ahead.

TBC...

The second adventure begins...

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