Love Me Please, Uncle Camat

Celebration event

Bismillah happy reading all 😘

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This mamang gegara nduk continue until you see what road? my inner.

"Suttt bang, this is the home page of people do not just enter !!" I said staring in annoyance. However, the merchant was getting closer. I just looked up and stood up and closed my laptop.

From his stature I memorized with this man. He turned the cotton candy making machine, put in a few spoons of the colored sugar and began to rotate the stick where the cotton candy sheet came out. Miraculous as in a fantasy film colorful cotton sheets embedded in the stick in the play. I was getting closer, wondering who this shameless merchant was, playing in people's yard, he was wearing a hat and covered with hoddy anyway.

Long time this cotton sheet is shaped like a heart, although far from perfect, but still visible. Then the man handed it to me. From the scent of his body I know exactly who he is.

I smiled and approached, my hands stretched out to open the hoddy and his hat.

"Abang !!!" i laugh.

"Make it um baby !!" lirih om Za's. I took this cotton candy, I,

"Thank you, what is this?" my many.

"Make a heart" he replied, "didn't you see it?" ask about Za.

"It's rich alien bang," kekehku.

"Sorry ugly, brother can't," she said.

I put cotton candy in his cart. Then go forward, hug om om who is always warm to me.

"Bag the best," I cried so much.

"Hey, you're given a surprise even cry ?? don't like?" ask her. I shook my head "so happy, so dear brother !!" I went back into Za's arms.

"But dear brother is more so on adek and o'm baby!" the answer.

I laughed again with a sigh, occasionally om Za wiped the trail of my tears with her thumb.

"Where's this cotton candy cart coming from?? you can also make cotton candy??" my many.

"Afrian who helped find, yesterday when my brother came home late because my brother was a cotton candy merchant while studying. Kan said he'd like to buy cotton candy with his brother all,"

Though my request is just a mere essay, so that om Za has trouble fulfilling my request and feels guilty later.

"So can Salwa buy her brother, too?" my many.

"May, take it for free !!" om Za stretched out her arms back to embrace me.

"So you can sleep in the room again?" ask her. Om Za hugged me from behind and lifted me up, twisting me until I laughed as I screamed for him to be taken down.

"Bang, what the fuck is rich boy!!"

"The dust is getting heavier" he said.

"What if the report and degree?? does Salwa have to go to school?? this is Salwa's stomach is too big !!" myrag.

"No need, let brother take it later," he replied.

"Bang, tomorrow is the schedule for control to the obstetrician," I said.

"God willing, brother interra," he answered.

"It's late, go inside. The night air is not good for pregnant women," pushed slowly both my shoulders to enter the house.

"But that's the cotton candy !!" point me at some cotton candy wrappers hanging.

"Later bring it in !!" om Za grabbed me and took me in.

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The pair of shady eyes were watching the screen which was only 14 inches. Movement of circular circular ultrasound device movement in my stomach.

"Healthy, normal.insyaAllah everything is fine sir, ma'am !" said the veiled female doctor beside me.

There was a small smile on his lips, seeing the prospective baby in my stomach through this tool makes the longing to meet immediately treated.

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"Today we go home umi, brother does not want to be alone. You see tomorrow brother is busy and will probably always come home late for the next few days."

I nodded "OK,"

"Oh yes, the day after the invitation to the celebration of cooperation between the company of Mr. Jamal and his brother, the event in the afternoon will you come?" ask about Za.

"You bang!!" myrag.

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True what Za said if he will be busy, from 6 am he has left until now at 5 pm he has not come home. The house bell rang, someone sent a package. And the housekeeper said this maroon colored box was for me.

Drrt....

my phone rings, my husband's name is calling.

"Assalamualaikum deck,"

"Waalaikumsalam brother!!" myrag.

"Tried already?? how, like??" ask her.

I'm a little confused, "what bang?" my many.

"The deck, have you received it?" ask about Za.

I just realized if I was holding a package box, apparently this is a shipment of Za om.

"Not yet Salwa see bang, the package just came," I replied.

"Then open it and try, brother close the call yes, assalamualaikum !!"

"Guilipinam,"

I immediately opened this package box, this dark blue Muslim dress looks elegant and beautiful, the size and taste match me. So Za looked at his wife.

"So more love !!" I growled while looking at my reflection from the mirror.

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That means today I will meet Rayyan the active boy who makes people dizzy 7 roving around. As always, om Za need not be doubted, his good looks and charismatic haqiqi make the men business who will be present there will be made inferior by him.

Om Za saw my complete look.

"Beautiful !!" one word that can make me open up to penetrate the sky of the house. Even though I realized my stomach was distended. Precisely according to om Za, this is one of the factors that make me the most sexy god creature version. That's it about my dead man. I haven't given you a shake lesson yet but it's a clamp. So great is my charm.

"Salwa is ashamed bang, are there many guests present?" my many.

Kriik.kriik..it should not be asked that question, of course, the answer is many, if it is deserted mah grave name.

"Many, most colleagues and business partners Mr. Jamal," replied om Za.

"Come on deck, we're too late !" like a pair of queens and kings walking side by side, there is always a third person. That is the driver and that is om Ramli, concurrently assistant om Za.

The atmosphere was crowded, but classy. Most are middle-aged men who are older than om Za, the definition of a distended stomach entrepreneur actually according to my shadow. Young entrepreneurs can only be counted by the fingers.

"Assalamualaikum sir Zaky, deck Salwa!!" greetings Jamal sir.

"Wahhhh, how are you getting along?" ask Jamal sir.

"Alhamdulillah sir" answered me and Za.

"Where are Rayyan and Miss Miranda, sir?" my many.

"Ah..Rayyan's not coming because she's sick !" jamal replied, I nodded.

"It's a shame, sir. Salwa Kangen Rayyan !"

"Then please enjoy the dish first sir, deck Salwa. I approached the others !!" answer .

So many appetizing foods. My eyes can't see it.

"Bang, Salwa wants it !!" point at me like a kid who wants a snack. Om Za according.

"Again me, or grab yourself and brother accompany?" Om Za never once left me alone here. I see other entrepreneurs who are mutually greeting each other for the sake of expanding business association, but not with this man. It was not that he did not care and missed this golden opportunity. However, he prefers to accompany his wife here.

"Don't you get them too?" ask me while eating cake and pudding. Om Za shook her head "no need to look for face now, besides my brother's wife here needs friends," she replied wiping a brown mark on the tip of my lips.

"Om Ramli was just in the conversation" I said again.

Om Za smiled, "there is a time when all will see brother, there brother already including promotion elegantly !"the answer.

"In fact, if you leave this beautiful woman who is with your brother, then the man who is there will gladly replace brother ," he added, making me unable to say the word. One word that shaded my mind FLOATED.

My eyes accidentally caught the eye-piercing sight, "bang," I whispered.

"Hmm?" he asked occasionally he smiled at other businessmen who reprimanded Za and invited chatting.

"Who is Jamal the same?? ko so friendly !!" when I saw a woman holding a friendly Jamal sir.

"The secret!" answer om Za. If their relationship is only limited to bosses and secretaries should not hug their arms and sway, they are not muhrim. Moreover, Mr. Jamal already has a wife and children. Om Za and Om Ramli never join.

"Why deck?" ask Za to smile.

"Not to think about it, just let it be their business, we're quiet enough and don't interfere !" answer om Za.

"But it can't be dong bang, it can't be banned. Must be reported by Miranda ma'am !!" sewot. As a fellow woman I can feel what Miranda's mom is feeling. My hands are clenched strong. It seems like the lava in my head is ready to erupt "The rich man is like this that must be destroyed, the same hard turn bini turn seneng same clear !!!" my murmurs grit my teeth.

"Are you rich, too??" I started glancing at the man next to me who was being greeted by one of the other businessmen.