The Girl Who Shared Belongs to Mr. Zola

Loser Man

The man went into his room, his work. Sit down, then turn on the computer. No matter how many minutes, someone entered after getting approval by him.

“There are some files that need to be signed. Before that understand first!” Adel put some maps in front of Zola.

“Hmmm!”

Adel frowned, as he looked at Zola's lethargic face.

“Why you?”

Zola glanced at the lazy Adel.

Krukkkkk..

“Hungary? It's only nine Zo!” Adel stared at the beautiful circular watch in his hand.

“Whispering! Mending make me coffee same bread or what cake! Make my stomach wedge,” grunya while scratching his head. Makes it difficult to concentrate.

“Indeed your wife earlier this morning did not nyiapin food?” It's not usual for Zola to starve when she's just in.

Zola looked upset, looking upset.

“There's a problem?” adel asked curiously, this one old virgin. Very clever advising others. But it's hard to advise himself.

Zola did not budge, her hands began to operate the mouse connected to her computer.

“My advice anyway, you who are more mature should be able to cuddle your wife who is still a child! The term you do, already know the bitter, sweet sourness of life! So, don't be so loud! Solve the problem slowly! Slowwwwww!”

“If the cave can be honest, I salute you to your wife. Still young but can keep up with yourself!”

“Can, quiet no! I am hungry to fill my stomach. Not a lecture in the morning!” it was the ketusaknya that made Adel immediately run.

I don't think the clock is going so fast. It's time to rest. Zola got up from her seat, then went into the bathroom. And come out with a fresh face. The man decided to perform the dzuhur prayer in his office.

“Srhaf! Take me to the cafe usually!” he said while wearing a seat belt.

Zola was silent, it felt shame to say. The household has a dispute.

“Is there anything to do with your wife?” he asked again, the young man thought, not that this morning he had seen a romance.

“Community, there must be a fuss!” he said, replying to a message from someone.

The trip only takes fifteen minutes from the office. The man came out while folding his shirt arm.

“Master, go ahead! I want to go to the bathroom for a minute!”

“Hem, looks like he's waiting for me too!”

“There is a promise to people?” ask Asrhaf full of questions.

Zola did not reply, the man immediately waltzed in. After arriving at the cafe, he tried to find someone who was waiting for him.

“Zo!” The woman waved her hand. Zola stepped out her legs and approached the person who called out to her. The man pulled a chair to himself to sit down.

It is still one neighborhood but different places. The car stopped in front of the cafe. Some passengers rushed out. There were five passengers, but only two girls and a boy were left as drivers.

“Rahma, you come in first! Same Gus Imam, I peed kebelet because!” Theme word.

“No ah!” reject Arrahma he does not want to be alone with a man who is not a mahram. The man who should be her husband.

“This is Rahma's public place, so it's okay! We have to get back to the boarding school, just take away doang!” he ran towards the bathroom. While Gus Imam looks indifferent. The man walked ahead of Arrahma.

When they just got into the cafe. It has been treated to a sight that is so inviting emotion. Someone he knew was holding hands with women. The priest didn't seem to like it, look at it. Zola was surprised, seeing the arrival of his wife. The man immediately stood up and let go, Hanza's hand that had been grasping it. Arrahma looked at her husband full of disappointment, the girl immediately turned her body wanting to leave. But his steps stopped, as the Imam shouted

“ASSFUCK! LOSER GUY!” pull Zola's collar.

Bugh!