Love Me Please, Uncle Camat
Stalker om Za
Bismillah happy reading all 😘
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My position turned back to Za om, after getting scolded because I was the one who tried to lock the secretary of Jamal sir in the bathroom, I ended up with a postulate a day last night about noble morals. Indeed, if you have a husband who is clean it makes the ears hot. Om Ramli the face of plate version 2 only silent with occasional glances towards the rearview mirror, got my sharp gaze, he mumbled his lips. Hahey ! the face of the plate but the heart turns, I know what's in Ramli's heart and mind.
"Did you understand, right?" tanya Za broke up my residence.
"Great bang," I'll just let it spit ! the problem of understanding or not let it be a business later.
"What do you understand?" ask about Za.
"Well??!!!"
Mamposs !!! just now what lecture did Za??? ramli's smile was like he was teasing me. Maybe for him who for 28 years of life and half of it he spent with the monotonous life of om Za, my arrival became a new entertainment and color. Not out of sense, as if my brain dictionary is always full.
"Know how to love you, saraphaeo brother !!" I linked a Korean love-shaped finger to om Za.
"Fwt !!" om Ramli really could not hold back his laughter, it seems that soon his boss will need a personal doctor because his blood pressure rises.
"Greetings to you !!" om Za nibbled at the base of his nose.
"Yes ahh !! Salwa understood, although angry and resentful should not retaliate, bad will open when it is time, let God alone punish his servant !! ahhh hatam bang, once what is the time to be a servant who ngeyel !!! his name is also netizen, laughing emotions!!" my answer.
I'm a wayward, but every word om Za I always copy paste well, my memory is strong even yesterday's change less than a thousand I certainly remember.
"Ga seriously serious dong dear brother, relax let's not be old cepet !!" I pinched Za's cheek. Om Za is so angry with me, though,
"Om Ramli if you want to laugh and laugh, do not be arrested will not be told to pay ko. Om Ramli also if you find a rich wife Salwa so that his life can laugh, let not the rich plate of the toll road !!! the narrow alleyway has its sleeping police !!" my answer.
Om Ramli raised both his eyebrows, his life compared to the toll road. Instead of being happy because he laughed, his life would always be overshadowed by people's complaints how wayward his wife. Making a seven-round dizziness with its magical properties.
"Tomorrow for free, right?" I smiled expecting a yes from him.
"Date tomorrow to meet with Mr. Ilham !" the answer.
On a weekend he was still working, my smile faded. Though I miss once with the house in Medan, what my face is for this is not enough to tell om Za if I lack a picnic.
"Where are you going?" ask about Za.
"The other day I want to go to Medan" I replied. Pregnancy that was comfortable enough to make me want to move as usual. The age of the womb entering 5 months is no longer feeling nauseous.
"Sorry yes, you still have a job," he replied regretfully, in the middle of my pregnancy he was busy working. I nodded in understanding.
But wait, if being with Mr. Ilham it means there's Susan, "where is it?" my many.
"In the region xxxxxx !" the answer. I'm berohria, back I get an idea.
Morning as usual, my job is to take care of my big baby. Starting from clothes to his body's nutritional intake and mental health nutrition.
"Go away, don't go anywhere !!" his word is absolute, but what power. Rules are there to be broken so what is the penalty for if there is no violation. After om Za left with om Ramli, with lightning fast I changed clothes. I went to be a stalker. I don't believe in the sexiest god, but I don't believe in Susan.
With the driver who has been prepared by om Za for me and the house people, I darted through the city streets to where om Za is located.
"Stop sir !!" I said driving, I saw Za's car parked there, in a hotel.
"Sir wait here, I'm in for a second !" I said to the driver. My steps led me inside, wailing like a thief looking for prey. My brain is traveling when it comes to hotels. Don't let Za make a deal with Susan to the hotel. Jamal's secretary's words always ring in my brain, disturbing the tranquility of my net sense. Not impossible, the charm of om Za is difficult to avoid by anyone. Women fail to move on.
It is only the sholeha wife's do'a that I hope can strengthen the thickness of the faith om Za. I'm looking for their whereabouts. Until I reached the hotel cafeteria, my eyes circulated without any missed corners until the rat hole was noticed. There sat 4 men I was looking for.
"Bingo !!" muttered.
Still looks natural, my path is like a chicken burrow, armed with a mask and glasses, I headed for a table that is not too close but not far.
So far there is no private chat, until when Mr. Ilham went to the toilet, Susan opened the chat with a random topic.
"Salwa looks young huh, Za !" said Susan.
"Yes, not even 19 years !" answer Zaky as necessary.
"Who is pregnant?"
"Thank God, God has trusted us,"
"Za, can't you not talk that formal, you make me uncomfortable" Susan said.
"Sorry San, but it would be nice of you not to feel comfortable with me."
My smile was singled out, let alone close.just ask for a chat already seveselin it. Good job for baby. I'd better hurry home before Za goes home first, because I don't focus on finally hitting the table in front of me.
"Awshhhh !!"
"Sorry ..sorry...!!" I said to some people, then half-run.
Om Za and om Ramli saw it, om Za's eyes narrowed
"Like Salwa," he murmured.
"Ramli did you see him ?" ask about Za.
"Yes sir, it's like a mother." replied Ramli. Om Za shook his head, not knowing how else to give me understanding.
"Yes ! the bracelet that the woman wears is similar to the Salwaku bracelet, the flatshoes shoes are the same," replied Za. Om Za reached into his phone and called the driver who was driving me.
I wanted to lie because of my orders, but the driver was more afraid of Za.
"I.iya sir,"
"Yes, take good care of my wife. Go straight home !" answer om Za. I soon got in front of the car
"Fiehhhh !!! good thing !!" I opened the car door and entered.
"Sir, we go home !" my spoken.
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From the outside, it sounded the car om Za had entered the yard, indicating he had gone home.
"Assalmualaikum !"
"Guilipinam,"
"Udah Salwa ready air angel for bath !" I grabbed his laptop bag.
Om Za did not say much, he immediately sauntered into the room with me trailing behind him, so far it is still safe...
I'm preparing a change of clothes, "where are you today?" ask her.
deg.... !!! my heart stopped at that moment.
"Salwa..ga where where !!!" my answer is still calm.
"So you dare to lie ?" om Za looked at me. His eyes are introgating.
Tetot !!!!! this is what I'm afraid of, there's no way this guy in front of me doesn't know, not even the number of ants in the hole he knows. I should know, wherever I go and whatever I do, he'll know.
Om Za pulled my waist to get closer, although it could not be tight but it was not far away "brother asked once again !! where are you today?" ask her mouth that does not want to be silent approached to kiss my chewy and then down to the neck make me nervous.
"Ang stop bang, ticklish !!!" peekikku, but om Za held my hand
"Jawab or brother won't stop !!" he continued to scour every inch of my neck all the way to the nape.
"Salwa is just looking for the wind" I answered briefly with a sharp breath.
"Where?" her question stopped and returned to look at me full of intimidation.
"Road street doang bang, around the square," back to my lie. Om Za took me to bed and started guerrilla again to explore everything.
"Abang amused bang, "I said a little sigh.
"Honestly, brother, did you follow brother??" ask her.
Huh ??! si@l Where did Za know? if I follow you??
"That bang !!" still clingy to my stance. Om Za getting fiercer exploring.
"Jawab honest deck, you know everything !!!" now Za's eyes are staring hard. Sure enough my guess om Za knew I was following him this afternoon.
"Sorry, yes" I replied. Om Za pulled himself to sit cross-legged.
"That's bang, sorry Salwa bang !! Salwa believes the same brother. But Salwa does not believe Susan, Salwa parno pak Jamal incident, it is not denied.pak Jamal alone can sell loudly, let alone brother," I squatted hugging om Za's stomach, asking for mercy on him. Comparing om Za and pak Jamal like merchandise.
"Do you know the answer? is adek satisfied? still want to be a stalker?" ask her. I just nodded and shook my head in response.
"Answer !!" snapped it.
"Yes Salwa knows the answer, Salwa will not repeat it !" i'm down.
"Bag tau adek follow brother, want adek cover with veil even though brother knows it's you !!" the answer made me feel more guilty.
"Sorry," I said sincerely, not daring to see it, even fun playing fingers.
"So why did you drag Salwa home earlier, if you already know it was Salwa ?" askaku.
"Abang let you go home, not because you don't want to ! brother would love to catch you wet and take you home, but brother chose to let you. Brother did not want to drop his own wife's self-esteem in public, making him ashamed, especially in front of Susan. Letting others brand yourself as a possessive wife and so on, most importantly, because indeed humans will not believe just by speaking without seeing it for themselves !"
Unlike the case with other men who will immediately pull his wife home and then curse her, the answer om Za is very very showing if his thinking is already that mature.
"Sorry Salwa bang, "I hugged Za again.
"Salwa accept whatever punishment your brother gave Salwa, as an apology !!" shirihku.
"Abang ask you to promise, to believe in brother !!" he answered, and I nodded quickly.
"Salwa believes it !!"
"Are you seriously willing to accept any punishment ?" her question, my eyes immediately fiddled.
Mamposs !!! it was wrong again that I spoke. I cursed myself, my mouth was never thought to speak. I looked up and smiled widely.
"What would you punish?" my many. He pulled my chin and attacked my fresh pink lips, until I was washed away. By itself, I am already adept at doing this duty of mine. Sit on his lap and start the action tonight.
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