The Girl Who Shared Belongs to Mr. Zola

Classy Fuckers

The priest immediately ran towards Zola clutching Zola's collar. Make Zola stand up.

“Fuck you!” the priest shouted feeling played.

Bugh! One hard punch hit Zola's jaw. Makes him stagger back. Zola smiled cynically, kicking the Imam in the stomach.

“Lu want what huh? Rahma is now the wife of the cave. So you've got no more business with Rahma!”

Arrahma covered his veil-covered mouth with his hands. Seeing a fight between her husband and ex-fiance.

Penghulu and some witnesses, straight out of the room. The two fights are getting hotter. The staggered priest immediately put on a flipping stance and Bugh! Almost got Zola's head kicked. If he does not immediately bow his head.

“Bang Satttt! You ask the cave to bring money on why you betrayed the promise!” The fight paused for a moment. Zola tidied up her suit, before hitting the priest's jaw hard. Zola's classy kick was able to make the Priest bounce into the bed.

Zola pierced the body of the priest. Stabbed the face of the Imam, without mercy.

“Death to you bastardsnnn!”

Arrahma could only scream to see the two men beating each other.

“Setoppp! A already Kasian Gus Imam!” Zola turned his head towards his wife. At that time the Imam was not wasted on beating Zola.

Asrhaf in the bathroom turned off the phone. Even he did not witness his superior's ijab-kabul. Because I got a call from Adel.

Asrhaf's eyes widened when he saw the fight between his superior and a young man.

Asrhaf ran towards the two.

Draw the Imam who sat in Zola's stomach. Blindly blinding his superiors mercilessly.

“Stop what you're doing,” snapped Asrhaf.

Arrahma came out of the bathroom carrying a basin filled with water and BYUR!

The three men were doused in water, Zola grimaced as her wound was hit by a water flush. Likewise with the Imam, the young man was meyeka blood that flowed in the corner of his eyes.

“Who are you, huh? Proud to beat each other."

'I know there is no boxer named Marc Marquez!' zola is confused.

'Not that Bastianini is a MotoGP rider! Or is there a boxer version of Bastianini but where?’ the inner Imam was no less confused.

“Already, now also disperse!"

"Gus, Rahma please control your emotions! Do not make Umi, worried because he saw the bruised face of Gus Imam. We may not be friends, so let's break each other down. Rahma wishes that someday. Gus Imam found a much better woman than Rahma.” Arrahma lowered his heart still in love with Gus Imam. He even dreamed of riding a horse together after marrying Gus Imam. It must be fun, but fate says something else. She was met with a zombie guy like her husband.

Gus Imam looked down, regretting his actions. He has stood out many times. His faith is still thin. The proof is that he is easily provoked by emotions. And yet I cannot accept God's destiny.

“Child Umi Emmm!” tease Zola who wants to see the Imam of emotions.

Arrahma looked at her husband annoyed.

“Aa, that's enough! Don't suck! Humans have limits to patience. Now maybe you win, but remember the wheel is spinning.”

Zola doesn't like to be lectured by his wife. The man immediately uttered the words of Arrahma.

“The wheel will spin as we control it. He can't be upstairs all of a sudden, if we never swing him. And vice versa, the wheel will not be below. If we can control!”

“Rahma do not dare to be with husband if you do not want to be able to sin!” Zola did some research before advising his wife to be a good wife.

“And you!” Zola pointed to the Imam.

“Exit from my room. Just bother, my first night!” cynical Zola kicked the Imam.

The priest was immediately inflamed, however. Arrahma should be his.

“Bangsattttt! The cave will, if someday. Lu nyakatin Rahma, keep Rahma asking for divorce. The cave will not waste it making her my companion in the future! Remember!” The priest came out of the room.

“Fuck but classy Cave! The proof that Rahma got the cave! That means the cave is superior to lu hahahahaha!” Zola laughed at the Imam, triumphant.

“Tonight you must serve me Arrahma. If you refuse then the Angel will curse you!”

Arrahma was confused as to why her husband knew about the curse of the Angel. If you look at Zola, it is only Islamic ID card.