Love Me Please, Uncle Camat

Umi baby Al..

Bismillah happy reading all 😘

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My eyes are peeking at the woman who is said to be the widow of the flower, it seems that if animated from the direction of my eyes have released lightning beams of electric pokemon, beating the drums of war on this one woman, he said, do I need to sprinkle salicil powder let gatel gatel gatel gatel, or I need to spray with water soaked flowers to be aware if the man he is patting it already has a halal label from KUA. Fortunately, om Za did not clash with the sticky caterpillar. No where women like this are always there, can not see a clear man little feel be mine...

"I made it myself, mom. Deliberately spare time to make cakes, make father ," he said.

I swear, I don't want to know ! muttered, om Za rubbed my hand, as if giving a warning, her eyebrows frowned saying do not respond to mbak Siska. Om Za does not know my mouth this feels itchy pingin chew tuh women. Why not make an announcement at the mosque so that one village knows.

"Well, the consecrated work this time is full, delicious too !" call one father.

"Thank you Mr. Zaky, Mr. Salwa, and Mr. Siska !" said Mr. Rt set thank you.

"This vegetable lontong is cooking itself mbak?" ask rt ma'am.

"Well??!" I flinched from the daydream as my hands gently rubbed Al's cheeks, my puffed-up baby is sleepy.

"Yes, mom. Cook in my house, it's great that young people are already good at cooking. Mr. Zaky is grateful to have a young, beautiful and smart wife !" it was not me who praised myself, but Surti's mother who was provoked by Siska's infuriating attitude, this one neighbor was indeed other than the others, his demeanor seduced by men, he said, it doesn't matter who that guy is. Moreover, see om Za, even the girl was smitten by the father of this one child.

Sister Siska, who was upset that all the attention was on me, chose silence. Om Za grabbed the glass that happened to be near Siska's mom.

"Let me same sir," he said mesem mesem mesem himself grabbed the glass of leatherback from the hands of om Za. Maybe from earlier he waited for the moment to be close to Za om.

Suddenly a young man approached,

"Mbak Siska, said'e mama want to ask for money leftover pay for cake just now !" how surprised he was visited by Soni, the son of Wati ma'am.

Everyone looked at each other, while Miss Surti poked her lips withholding laughter.

"Son !" hiss mbak Siska.

"So this made Wati ma'am ? pantes I memorized it feels !" answer bu Rt.

He pulled Soni away from the group, instead of paying he even scolded Soni, collect the remaining money of the cake, I saw the gelagat mbak Siska who scolded Soni,

"Bang, hold Al for a second !!" my door.

"Where are you going?" ask about Za.

I approached the two, seeing that Siska was immediately sweet, "is there any need to be Salwa?" tanyakanya.

"Soni, how much is the rest of the cake that hasn't been paid?" my many.

"150 thousand mbak !" the boy replied, I reached into my pocket, then gave the red and blue notes, I added 10 thousand to Soni.

"Take the rest for a dawet ice snack !!" I said to Soni. Suddenly the boy took the money from my hand and exclaimed with pleasure.

"Eh, it's not necessary that I can also pay for myself !!" he said he didn't accept.

"What is mbak, I happen to have more windfall, may have been a portion of the fortune bu Wati and Soni !!" l'm back.

Slapping people does not have to use violence, that is what this mature man taught me, as much as possible I dampen emotions and try to learn mature and wise.

Because of the shame that has been mounting, mbak Siska resigned. Be the name of the mother's hibahan material here, while the father continued his service work activities.

"My mother said yes," my permission, seeing baby Al who was asleep, not good also his holy ear in the fir with cheap hibahan like this.

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I snuggled up with Al who was asleep, mamasak a lot of the style of a hawakan turned out to be draining.

"Cups"

The smell of soap came out in my smell, my cheeks were cold, several times I opened my eyes, thanked God, when I woke up treated to a beautiful view. Am I in the sky garden? there are inhabitants of heaven here.

Om Za then glanced at his stomach, "Abang ga showing off, just want to make uminya Al drooling, "he replied. Indeed the mouth always betrayed, in fact when om Za approached and kissed me, I immediately put my hand on his neck, until carried up and sat on his lap.

Om Za laughed, his wet hair was random scramble, feeling cool in the jam, making it gurgle.

"Says bosen, but nempel nempel?" her question covered my nose.

"Darling, mubadzir !!! beautiful beautiful can not be missed, especially now more resilient fur !!"my answer.

"Officially Al if again jealous adorable, make brother want to eat !!"

"But brother is a pervert !!"

"Awas brother wants to get dressed!" he replied, but I shook my head, "just like this, rich westerners, just singlet doang!"

"OK if so to the stall was brother just want to use singlet doang !"

"Don't!!!, this only belongs to Salwa !!!" I bit this shoulder so hard that the owner grinned.

"You want to grow teeth?? " he said, rubbing my bite marks.

" Stamp, let people know this already has a patent !"

I came down from Za's lap and brought him a t-shirt. "Bang, after this Salwa wants to go to college!! did you already get Salwa where will you go to college?" ask me while looking out of the room to the middle room.

" A brother has registered the name Salwa for the semester later at one of the universities in Aceh !!" the answer.

" Okay,"

There is a sense of heartlessness to leave Al, maybe later my time with Al will be seized by campus affairs, and I have to divide the time.

"Abang sure, adek can. Being a wife, mother and student. Brother is always there to support Salwa !" he hugged me from behind.

Being spoiled, the door was knocked by someone from the front. Om Za's gonna open the door, but I'm holding back

" A minute !" I took my face mask cream, without permission or excuse me I put it on Za's face.

"Angle diem !!"

"This what's the deck??"

Kaya sinteron again cool scene arrived interrupted by advertising, I was grieving.again who the hell who came did not know the host again did not want to be disturbed.

"Assynolt,"

"Waalaikumsalam, miss rt?!" my broom, om Za sighed tired.

"Sorry to disturb mbak Salwa.mother wants to visit Fatima who has just given birth tomorrow, if Mbak Salwa could come to visit !" said Mrs Rt, it turns out my existence is recognized here too.

"Oh, ma'am, what time is it?" my many.

"After ashar alone ma'am, " said Rt ma'am, I nodded in agreement.

"May, ma'am.." Rt's eyes were on Za, he giggled to see Za's face, whose mask I smeared his real face.

"Want to be clear, wong every day mascaraan !" mummy bu rt, maybe tomorrow she will tell her husband masceran think bu Rt.

" Gosh, Mr. Zaky, who do I think, Mr. Zaky the masceran??" asked Rt ma'am, Zaky's eyes stared intently at me.

"Yes ma'am, play salonan salon again !!" my answer. Cool man plus rigid and cold model om Za masceran?? maybe the world is crazy.

"I'll excuse you then ! assalamualaikum"

"Please ma'am, wa'alaikumsalam "

"Dec, quickly clean up !!" his nag.

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