Love Me Please, Uncle Camat
Hot daddy
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The morning I woke up, the move from a big mattress to a smaller foam mattress required adaptation, not to mention the hard wiggle room that made me wake up and can't sleep anymore.
"It's 4 o'clock too !" my murmuring, keeping the free-clogging gorilla covered my body is not an easy matter.
"Bang, step aside, Salwa wants to get up !" my whiskey. But this guy, on purpose, didn't listen.
There is no other way, I direct my chewy objects to touch the property of om Za,
cup !!!
"Morning kiss !!" I said, he smiled, it means he did hear but pretended to be deaf.
"Less the deck" he answered raucously.
"Bring first, then sun !!" my answer is to imingi so that it can escape from the snares of om om which is this cool.
But his naughty hand kept me from getting up, he touched two crazy twins,
"Why make our first impression on Jatim?" her question, in the morning her brain has been asked to flush using water one tub.
"Ga ngadi ngadi deh bang, move aside !! or Salwa jorokin to the !!" floor !!" my threat.
Instead of being afraid he even more glued his lips and m3lum@t mine. The morning is sports.
Do not expect a warm shower, even for water supplies must turn it on alternately with neighbors.
"Bu Surti said our part was early morning at 5, deck. It's still 10 minutes to start the water pump !" said om Za.
"Oh okay!" I'm trying to adapt and legowo, learning to be independent from scratch like a refueling station.
If not with the cool om om this does not know what it will be.
To take a shower, we took turns,
"It was a shower, my brother turned on the water faucet !" said om Za. I nodded, more fortunate than having to take the water through a well and be buried.
Finally able to take a shower too, while Za was still bathing, I warmed up the food last night that was given Surti ma'am.
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At least Surabaya is quite crowded for me, the morning is already crowded, like in Jakarta, mom dad has swarmed the vegetable merchant roving.
"Abang go first deck, take care of yourself and Al Fath, if there's anything just call !" said om Za.
"Yes, my brother is also heart !" the online taxi that was booked has arrived. I'm right here alone, just the two of you with Al Fath.
My eyes were on Za who was entering an online taxi on the side of the road. It's no surprise that my om om is the center of attention of mothers wherever they are, including here. Mothers who were gathered around this vegetable trader admired God's most sexy creation, especially if Za smiled kindly at them.
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"The rich stone age, no tv no radio !" I murmured when I returned home.
I came out again with baby Al, just to say hello to the neighbors. There's no way for 3 months I'll be living alone. There will be considered a new neighbor who is arrogant, the mouth of the netizen is a bicycle.
"There is Salwa !" sapa bu Surti who participated in nimbrung there, can be said to have a vocal among all. I smile kindly, this is an area of people, then I should behave to be a good girl.
"Yes mom, assalamualaikum mom !" my broom.
"Glamour !" answer them.
"Sir Zaky ? that handsome guy just now?" ask one of the mothers. Bu Surti nodded.
"Greetings to my mother Salwa" I said. They replied, but as usual their gazes were no longer surprising to me. The gaze of the gaze questioned my age which was coupled with a man as mature as om Za. Maybe they thought I was pregnant first so I had to get married. It's been my daily meal. You know maybe after this I will be the new stuff for them.
"So the one who was wearing the uniform was her husband?" ask a mother who taps her hair.
I nodded steadily, "yes, ma'am !"
Mother mother is berohria,
"Mak Salwa, how cute his son is ! how many months ?" asked one of my mothers to open a conversation with me. Common chat topics that have so far been reasonable.
"2 months ma'am" I replied.
"They're !!!" let's not be too shy, I bought some vegetables, but did not know what to cook. It's okay, let's not expect just a promo ride. After Za comes home, I'll think about it. Usually only by reason tired alone, then the soul of the chef who does not want no food ingredients mubadzir om Za out.
I don't know what random chat is the topic of their conversation, fix. Rather than just being a be*go goat, I prefer to go back inside the house, it seems like listening to baby Al's obscure babble is better.
"My mother said first !" I said, taken by them.
"Mom Surti, I'm in first !!" my spoken.
"Ngggeh mbak Salwa, please !" answer mom Surti. It was common for me to hear my mother talk behind my back about me and Za, who only dared to bribe in the back, berghibah and gossiping, like asking at the online restaurant. Regardless of whatever it is that it is important that I and Za are happy and do not harm others.
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All day just spending time with my fat baby feels like a full-fledged mother, knows what it's like to take care of a child.
"Al, if it's big don't find a wife who likes to gossip rich mother mother's mother yes, umi ga like.pengen umi olesin sambel level sec*tan kanya !!" I muttered while wearing clothes to my baby padlocks, who had just finished bathing. As if not want to hear the chatter of my complaint baby Al just smiled adorable and move the members of his movement excited.
"Who wants to eat sambel ??" ask someone from behind.
"Abang ??!" shirihku. Since when he came home, I glanced at the clock on my phone which showed at 4pm.
"Who the heck has made upset uminya Al, until my brother said hello did not hear, because it was too busy upset ?" ask about Za. He kept his laptop bag and went to the bathroom and cleaned himself up.
Om Za came back with a face that was wet with water.
He hugged me from behind his favorite habit.
"Have you taken a shower?" ask her.
"Not yet !" ketus. Instead of being angry, he chuckled.
" Want a story?"
"That's bang the mother of the neighbor's mother, Salwa's intention is good nyapa. But they're gosipin in the back !!" my ketus.
"Just leave the deck, mouth their mouth, let them tell you what. The important thing is that we do not harm others, do not be as crazy to reply or respond," this is the rigid man bin sholeh, the definition of the occupants of the 7th level of the sky. Already handsome, rich, sholeh anyway.
" But Salwa ears are hot bang!!"
"Cupp !!" om Za peed my earlobe.
"It's still hot?" ask her, it's no longer hot but melted.
"Assalamualaikum abi's son!!" exclaimed om Za carrying her child, instantly my anger and annoyance lost seeing the scene in front of me.
"Hot daddy..!!" muttered.
"God you take a bath, let Al.abang hold, we eat outside."
"Ashiapp sir boss !!" I grabbed a towel and ran to the bathroom.
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Sorry thousands of sorry guys have made readers waiting for a long time to update this story, insyaallah mimin will finish this story.
