The Girl Who Shared Belongs to Mr. Zola

Silence of Zola

Arrahma went straight into the room. This girl wants to explain everything. All of this must have had a reason. Arrahma wiped her eyes, now she saw her husband sitting on the edge of the bed. But when he saw himself, the man immediately positioned himself to sleep. Not only that, the man also put on a headset. Is clear! He doesn't want to be disturbed. The lights went out before Arrahma stepped into the bed.

Arrahma let out a long sigh, her husband looks so selfish. Why not give him a chance to explain. Unlike him who is not asked, willing to give a second chance.

Arrahma went up to the bed, glimpsed by the husband who covered his entire body. Arrahma spread her body slowly, looking at her husband who was behind her. This girl ventured, to remove the headset that gagged her husband's ear. But before that happened, the burly hand was blocked. And put his hand down.

Instantly her tears broke, this girl hugged her husband's body from behind. Her face was on the back of her husband.

“Aa, horrified me to explain everything hiks!”

“I'm sorry Aa, hiks!” Arrahma knew her husband was not listening. Perhaps the crying option is the best. To make himself better. The tighter the embrace from the waist, did not make Zola open her mouth. This man chose to be quiet. Do not want to fight let alone a fight that actually makes more runyam later.

Zola's silence was not without reason, she needed to calm herself down, to accept her wife's decision. Honestly, he could not tolerate it. His mind raged, trying to ask. What is the reason why his wife chose to take the contraceptive pill.

He's trying to accept, an opinion from his brain. If his wife did this it would be because there was a reason. And the reason is not selfish.

While his heart, against the positive thoughts responded by the nerves of his brain. Sometimes the mind and heart do not match. This is why both are unreliable. If according to the heart, which is said to be true (follow the word heart). Than the mind, in fact not! For Zola, this is why we are required to weigh it first. For example, the mind says if we have locked the main door before going to bed. But the heart fretted as if, not yet locked it. And we're sure, if we lock it. Finally we decided to check it back and it turned out. It's locked. Which one to believe. And so is Zola for tonight, she's at war with herself.

“Aa!” Calling her while raising her head, this girl leaned her face, to see her husband's face.

Severely.

One sweet kiss on the cheek. Making Zola ketar-ketir, even though tonight. It was their schedule for dating in bed. But what can be done, all failed miserably because of problems that commonly occur in the household.

“Aa, hiks!” This girl put her head on her husband's head.

“I'm sorry! I'm sorry!” That's the only word he said. Her tears no longer wet her cheeks, but they also wet her face.

The next day, Zola still remained silent in light of this. Making Arrahma who is cooking food is not aware if the fish he fried is charred.

Sadness is increasingly piled up, when you see blackened fish. She couldn't possibly give a scorching meal to her husband. He thought, to change the menu. Fried rice and omlet! Now the food is on the dining table. At the same time her husband came.

“Morning Sweetheart!” sapa Arrahma smiled faintly.

But ill-fated, this former Predator is immoral. Looking indifferent and flat, Zola poured water into the glass in a standing position. Then chug it down to the toilet. Take the bread and then apply jam on it. And walked away, wearing his briefcase. Without touching the food his wife made for him. Arrahma who saw it again sniffled. Turns out the violence Zola used to give her because she made a mistake. More tormenting to her, when Zola silenced her at this moment.

Arrahma chased after her husband, out of the house. Even Sangking wanted to make up with her husband, he did not realize if he did not wear his veil.

Zola, who was chewing bread, choked when someone hugged her from behind. Hiding the face on his back.

“Aa, please forgive me! Rahma promises she won't take the contraceptive pill again! But I'm sorry! Neither will Rahma, be a coercive wife again! That forced Aa, to find a favorite name for Rahma. I'm sincere Aa, call me Eggplant!” Yes, the last few weeks Arrahma asked her husband to change his favorite name. He thought the name Eggplant was a bad name. Very-very badly...

If that's not how Zola might want to be, he's not the type to change things easily.

“Aa, hiks! Let me explain why!” Before he continued his words. Zola makes a sound.

“Asrhaf is here! You're not wearing a veil!” his voice sounded dirty.

It was the spontaneity that made Arrahma seek refuge, by making her husband's back a fortress.

Asrhaf stood not far from them. Staring at the couple with a forehead frown All he saw was Arrahma's hand hugging Zola's waist. While the small body, not visible because covered body strapping Zola.

“Ck! Early in the morning has worsened the view alone!” his murmur melengos, not to look at the romance displayed.

TBC...