I Love My Own Uncle

I Love My Own Uncle
Chapter 3 (Getting Attention).



Hugging the affection of a grandmother I really want, sometimes I feel need a feeling of spoiled like this' but unfortunately I get from other grandmothers.


"until that incident, I never opened my mouth if in front of grandma novi' does not mean I was afraid but I was forced to obey his will papa' he said do not be a bad grandson. Papa begged me not to be inedible with emotions if he saw the behavior of the grandmother, so yes, until now I just keep quiet if in front of the grandmother' like being a submissive grandson..."


I moved away from Grandma Yanni's opener, while she took the tissue box on the table, when I again washed my snot' her hand rubbed my poniku.


"even though the scar on her forehead is a witness to your affection for papa, but for grandma want a scar of any size it doesn't matter' after all, the beauty of her face and heart will never decrease yakan' he..he..."


How could I not be moved if I heard such good words, starting from this night I got a new grandmother.


"ee... Ja's... Don't cry anymore..."


"wuuaa... Hhikh..."


Sangking happy, I can't control my cries' I heard grandpa vian chuckle me because he wanted to seduce me so not to cry anymore, Vian chuckle, but yanni mala's grandmother scolded vian's grandfather (it turns out the nature of om iran comes from his bokapya ya' like to mock haha).


My cries even stopped, when I saw their behavior' honestly why grandma novi so like that anyway, is she there a problem until her stress disease often relapses.


...


"then... You want a job where hemm..."


The nature of songongnya out again tuh, I feel like I really want to really ngejitak nih om this old bachelor' basic.


"well?..."


"working in the office does not want to, so the waiter in the store does not want to, then what do you want to work?..."


I just shook my head at the confusion myself, grandma and grandpa are already upstairs' there are only three of us in the living room, but in retrospect, try to ask the same uncle roby' males nanyain is as if Iran is withering, he is too chatty.


"em... Roby..."


"yes..."


"what is your office away from here..."


"he, I went back to the other house' there was only my maid, um... I rarely come home..."


Maid' means a servant like a maid.


"how many maids?..."


"two maids and a guard, so there are three people' one maid is the same age as me and the other maid is already mothers (so I call her aunt) they are friendly people..."


"what if I become your maid..."


"if I refuse..."


"i'm reporting to your mother, he..he..."


Which makes me surprised' om iran mala laugh out loud.


"i like this kid, your easy behavior makes me happy' You accept to be his girlfriend roby' haha..."


Not that I was upset or angry at the iranian, I was laughing, but now I have entertainment, I see uncle roby tapped his ears on iran.


"aaa..duuuh, wooi' loose, okay... Okay sorry... Sorry..."


"the next time the mouth is guarded..."


His name is also from the ANWARY family' yes of course the nature of the same Iranian as the vian grandfather.


Stained I've got a job as a maid in his second home uncle roby, but still it feels not calm and uncomfortable because' I will miss you because there are no grandma and grandpa Vian there.


Now we are outside the terrace of the elite house of ANWARY family, om Iran say goodbye to go home? I don't know if I feel the situation now is very funny because the time of the host was willing to go ha.ha.


I saw uncle roby go into the house' he said he wanted to pee for a while, stained no uncle roby so the four of us just talked about it.


"anna doesn't live in your aphartment, so she immediately lives in another house' she wants mom anyway, anna lives in this main house only' but yes want how else..."


"sorry grandma..."


Grandma Mala called me, yes I don't mind.


"oh okay, it's okay later I'll contact raka' he will definitely not forbid it and will not mind about this. but remember anna, do not expose..."


"ready' he..he..."


I give him a nice salute, let me be the submissive son of this family' (ala lebai) while the iranian om stroked my hair.


"tonight' take care of my parents..."


I nodded my head and gave her two mothers a wide grin of course.