Love Me Please, Uncle Camat

Defender of wife

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I who was anxious with these dark lovers tightened my grip on the fork, the beautiful cake became a victim of my ferocity because of the overflowing emotions saw this disgusting and sickening behavior. Want the taste to approach the two and boil in the cauldron with potatoes. But whatever the power, I'm just a human being, let alone the person beside me is angelic hearted, aka forgiving and humble, far from being pure and peace-loving.

Before long, Mr. Jamal called Zaky's name. My husband is cool to spill and make the flood of the Citarum river forward to the front of the podium. All the eyes of the occupants in this room were staring at him.

"Again forward first," her outstretched hand rubbed the head covered with a headscarf.

"The spirit of his ashes is baby !!" my answer.

True said Za, there are times when he attracts the attention of people without having to approach one by one. The coolness of om Za is indeed bad. He delivered a couple of broken pieces he said in front of the podium.

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"Cool thing !" I whispered when Za came back.

"Thank you, but I already have a wife" he lapsed. I laughed, "his wife isn't here, is she, Bang? take the road !!" I replied to her joke.

"May, neng is also beautiful !" the answer made me hit his arm hard.

"What a hell !!" I frowned, but this man laughed and turned my nose. Many of them approached Za, there were even some who invited to work together.

An enlarged pregnancy makes me often go back and forth to the bathroom to just urinate.

"Bang, Salwa go to the toilet first, yes !" my permission.

"Need interracial brother?" ask her. I shook my head, what would happen if om Za escorted me who had a woman who was in the toilet there willingly wanted to be peeked at om Za.

"Ga need, later they ask to be peeped brother !" I laughed and walked to the toilet. Looking at the pair brought by each guest, most of them wore high heels. As for me, just flatshoes. Om Za arranged and wouldn't allow me to wear shoes like that for now. Why not just stock my flip flops earlier, afraid slippery.

I entered one of the rooms, in the girls' toilet. After I finished defecating I set myself while washing my hands in the sink that has been provided including the large mirror here, which is here, but this is not a horror scene where the moment I reflect will appear astral figure suddenly arrived. The one next to me was a pretty lady, and I was no stranger to her face.

"Ehhh, you're Zaky's woman, aren't you??" he spoke to me from the reflection of the mirror while thickening his lips again with his pink lipstick, I glanced cynically.

"Woman??" I raised both eyebrows.

"Yes ! until pregnant ?? how old are you?" ask her.

"I'm Zaky's legal wife !" I said, "my name is Salwa, auntie !" sanku.

"Wow !! great, get married legally !" he answered, I round my eyes.

"What does aunt mean? my brother and I were from the beginning legally and religiously married !" my tension began to rise, I know where the direction of the conversation, many have considered me sugar baby om Za.

"You're Zaky's mistress, right?Smart as well you, Zaky handsome, successful sir, Zaky is smart enough to look for his sugar baby ! for tips dong let's get legally married?" ask her. My fist tightened even more, if I did not remember the angel Atid who recorded bad charity, maybe a fist as big as a ball of this casti would float in the mouth of the selfless.

"I or bang Zaky is not like aunty thought, thank God I do not have to take a brother from anyone. My brother is myself as well as I am. My brother asked my parents to marry me religiously and legally, God willing, whatever we do is lawful in the eyes of God and man !" my answer is at length.

" Oh yeah ??? I will actually take pictures with Mr. Jamal with a friendly and then I will send it to his legitimate wife," he said proudly.

"Come, entrepreneurs are natural if they have deposits, and at events like this. They prefer to bring his stash !" he smiled proudly. What to be proud of a woman seizing the husband of people, she is happy over the suffering of a woman as well as a mother.

"I did not ask my aunt to believe me, because she believed in anything other than the God of her law. Excuse me !" my answer goes haughtily.

" You have no right to rule my life, which is clear to me as long as my money and desires continue to flow, no matter if it's a legitimate wife or just a mistress !!" the answer.

"Auntie may adore possessions, neither hypocrite I can live without money, but do not in a way demean self-esteem, honestly I am ashamed to admit women if the definition of women is as low as that !" my words are getting carried away with emotion.

"I'm sure later Mr. Zaky will also be like that, Mr. Zaky is easier to find, whoever the woman will be willing to be his mistress," he said angling my emotions.

I turned around and approached until I was only a few centimeters away from her, "if so, I can't wait to grab her hair and drag my brother's mistress onto the railroad tracks !!" my answer.

I waltzed out of the bathroom but earlier, I turned the toilet lock from the outside.

"Rasain is !!! old, old there !!" my kikik.

I came back from the toilet, and approached my handsome husband.

"Have deck?" ask her.

"Udah,"

It's time for the peak event to cut the ribbon as symbolic, Jamal sir is restless waiting for his secretary. Until the elephant leafan also no secretary will come, if the bathroom door is not open. My nosy smile was once again on its heels. Om Za looked at me who was smiling her own smile,

"Why deck?" ask her, I shake.

"Everything okay, sir?" ask Zaky for Jamal. Elah om, pake asked again, yes lah lah lah selgahannya Salwa key in the bathroom. I giggled to myself, that was nothing compared to the heartache of a wife and mother, especially now that he was struggling to care for his sick child, he said, while the husband and his father even delicious cheating here.

"See, my secretary has not returned sir, in contact not lifted !!" said Jamal sir.

"It's better that now, sir, the problem is already a few dozen minutes late!" answer om Ramli, time is money, never argue personal assistant om Zaky this one, late dikit left nyampe Arab rich. Ramli is the one who is on time, abstaining from rubber clocks.

Inevitably, Mr. Jamal and om Za cut the ribbon both accompanied by me,

"Om Ramli don't forget the photo !! want Salwa to send to Miranda and Rayyan !!" my door.

"Good, mom."

Some photo shots have been obtained, the ribbon cutting event is completed with Jamal's pack accompanied by his other assistants. This photo will be taken where.

It's been almost an hour the secretary of Jamal's pack did not return, just now Jamal sir wants to look for him, this venomous snake woman came in a wet dress.

"Darling," called him. Instead of getting a warm welcome Mr. Jamal even scolded him who was not there at the peak of the inauguration event.

"Pff !!!" I held back my laughter that was about to explode.

"Darling, I locked the same guy in the toilet !!" whining like a baby, if the baby will generally be silent when his mouth is fed milk, unlike this one, he will be silent if fed money. My eyes twisted lazily, looking at the snake woman who was so helpless in public, making me want to put her in a jar of sticky rice tape to ferment all over.

"Who's got you?" mr. Jamal asked, I threw sharpened eyes at this woman, she remembered who Zaky was, she would be able to do anything to anyone, she said, plus the bonus promised a set of jewelry from Jamal's pack will be forfeited if this cooperation is canceled only because of the favorite wife of om Za ngadu.

"Ga know !!" he said, because your eyes felt stained by the poison in front of me, I deliberately cleared my throat.

"Ekhemmm, if not muhrim is prohibited mepet mepet, because this is not a bus transport between cities !!" my spoken. They're straight away. Mr. Jamal brought his secretary from the party room, to change his clothes.

"Dec, be honest with your brother. Were you the secretary of Jamal's office in the toilet??" tanya om Za made me choke on my own saliva.

"Engga !! who said ?" manyu evasive. However, it's not Za's name if you just believe my strange gelagat.

"Okay, if you don't want to be honest with your brother, then your brother is the same," he replied threateningly.

"That's it, yeah.. Salwa ngaku !! yes Salwa is ngunciin !!" my reply resigned, if om Za has issued his death gaze who is not afraid, the ants will come out of the nest to find food until back in and off to find food so sinister.

"Astagfirullah !!!" Om Za shook her head, returning my magic behavior to make her massage her chest.

"Salwa is just a wife's belain, bang !" kilahku.