Love Me Please, Uncle Camat

Look at Fatma

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I knocked on my chin, what would be carried as a hand on Fatima's mother. Asking hot papa beside me can only say whatever, it means he does not want to go dizzy, into the belly button of his mother.

"Anything, it's raw !" he said while playing with Al. Men do not want to drag it.

Eventually my choice fell on the practicality of the present, buying online in a store and asking her to deliver the goods home. Times are sophisticated, do not complicate yourself.

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I peg my appearance in the mirror, a little polishing my face so as not to look too pale, happened to baby Al asleep and om Za also came home early, my chance to get away with the neighbors. Who knows, coming home will bring knowledge not only ghibahan materials only.

Om Za looks sullen, "dad, don't overdo it, just want to look at the new person's birth just have to wear and and all !" just this time the protest drifted from the usually irritating mouth of the talk.

Very funny, his lips are manyun like people have eaten a rice pitcher. "It's not too much ko bang, just distinguish so it doesn't look too pale !" I just added the finishing touch. Om Za stood behind me, looking at me from the mirror.

"Remove the deck, your lipstick is too thick. What do you want to seduce the people of Adam?" the accusation is clear when the liptin is nude, or the color of the natural color of the lips and soft. I turned around to squint.

"Abang likes suudzon, why also sedain other men if at home already there is a complete package guy !" I replied, likening it to the menu of dishes at the restaurant. Apparently if a mature male man is jealous, too, nyebelin,

He grabbed my waist, stuck it with his body, "want to erase what brother removed?" ask him to threaten. I raise my eyebrows next door, "shouldn't be cheeky, Salwa again hunt ! another mother will be left !" my nag. But the hug instead of loosening even harder.

"Lagian Salwa just addain make up naturally, ga rich mbak Siska time want to gig !" my protest.

"Ga need to wear make up, just use Al powder enough.brothers do not want to come out rich gini, "he said excessively, like I came out with just wearing a bikini, just like me, the truth is that they are told to use baby powder.

Upset I stomped her foot hard, "Salwa don't want to !!" I refused, he grimaced but soon felt challenged by Za grinning.

"It's not wrong brother, if you delete your own way brother !!" he replied, just for a split second, my nape was pulled. Her lips and mine fused together, in l^um@tnya my chewy thing for a while. I can only glare and accept the perverted behavior of Mr. Camat who does not know this time.

After my breath was about to hunt, I patted his chest. A sign of my air supply stalled and began to run out, om Za then released the bagu^tannya. The more here Al Fath's ashes get perverted.

"Done, "he said.

"Ihh, what other time !! Salwa is late !!" my nagging but he laughed at my cheeks that were bloated like a bloated fish. Curse the wallet and bring the gift out without ba bi bu anymore.

"Salwa go, assalamualaikum !!" my annoyance. Men are that perverted, though,

"Mak Salwa !!" pekik ma'am Surti, and bu Rt, I waved. Seeing me a little bothered the two approached to help.

"Mom, which one is it?" tanyaku. Both of them looked up and stuck their lips in laughter.

"Still called mbak, "kekeh bi Surti.

"Why mom?? is something funny?" my many.

"Sorry, was there an earthquake?" ask Rt ma'am.

"Well??!" i'm parroting. It feels like the earth is still a herd, although the more heavy the day. Today the core is still in position and not moving.

"Thank you ma'am, "I answered plainly.

"But that's.sorry, pity her lips !!" answer bu Rt.

"This is mbak !" show mom Surti giving me a little mirror. How surprised and embarrassed, it felt neat and not as difficult as this, instead of looking fresh even impressed like a clown, or not people less sane. Though liptinku waterproff, do not liptin this kw.

My eyes are squeaking. Surely this is the job of the mature man, I immediately went inside and handed the mirror to Ms. Surti, "sorry ma'am you guys first, I will follow, I will follow, oh yes if you don't mind can ask for a gift please have me brought??" my question is, my face is already embarrassed.

"Oh can mbak, monggo. It will follow if we stay !" replied Miss Rt, I nodded and went inside the house.

"Yet mom, yesterday Surti's mom told you !!" peekkiku go inside.

My eyes narrowed to see the target reading a book that was written like a termite soldier to brawl.

"Abang !!" annoyed, this man casually turned his head, and asked, "why? ko's home, isn't he?"

"Do pura ninja, shame and shame you know not!! Salwa sampe is offered by bu rt and bu Surti !! I thought I was wearing lipstick !!" my gang.

"Say you wear lipstick while eating fried food !" answer's relaxed.

"Isn't it too late? it's quick to clean it up and then go, adek beautiful even though it does not make up !" he replied, I stomped my feet while walking to the toilet. Grumbling indistinctly like a cartoon character the angry bird and the enemy of the green b@bi.

"Udah dandan neat too, time yes washed again, just throw away the same powder lipstick !!" grumbling. I look in the mirror while tidying up that has been messy due to the actions of the stiff man.

"His aunt Al Fath is annoying !!!" peekkiku from the bathroom. Om Za just laughed crisply while rereading the book.

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"Luckily the house is down !! if far must ride the helicopter address failed !!" I'm grumbling all the way. It already looks like a house with green paint. Judging from the many sandals scattered, it is true that the house is Fatima.

"Assynolayam !"

"Glamour !"

"Eh Salwa, let's go in !!"

It looks like Fatima maam who is sitting wearing a raik while holding her newborn child.

"I'm sorry, mom, Fatima there was a bit of a problem earlier," my ringis sat down.

"Have you ?" smiling at Surti while whispering, I nodded.

"Ahh it's okay mbak, mother mother also just came !" answer Fatima.

"Monggo on the tasting bu cake and drink it !" bargained for.

Not to be left behind, mbak Siska is always ahead, his eyes squealing cynically beating the drums of competition even though I never disturbed him.

"Sorry mom I haven't been able to give you more, than not bring anything !!" his eyes glared sharply at me, a sign that was insinuating me, as he handed a parcel to Fatima's mother and her boyfriend.

Bu rt handed over the proceeds of the joint venture the citizens money collected in an envelope.

"Ahh yes, ma'am.hegatnya bu Rt us, be a role model citizens, seroyal is the same citizens !!" say this god-level sycophant.

"Why is Siska?"

"That's a big gift from Rt's mom, right ?" her question saw a famous brand baby stroller, wrapped neatly with a pink ribbon attached to it, the biggest gift here.

"I forgot to forget !" ms. Rt patted her eel.

"This is a gift from Salwa !!" mother mother stuck to directly glanced at me.

"Geez mbak'e I guess from bu Rt and bu Surti ?" ask Lia ma'am.

"Well, bring Salwa sultan to !!" said Ms. Lia, making me grimace embarrassed and of course Mbak Siska increasingly inflamed because she lost competitiveness.

"Ahh no ma'am, the sultan's time was contracted, there was only excessive windfall, I was confused. Never visited a natural person, if when Al Fath was born yes it was one given by a business partner.not that he meant a co-worker brother !" my answer.

Siska's face flushed red, she grabbed the cake and ate it greedily.

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