Love Me Please, Uncle Camat
Candle light dinner
Bismillah happy reading all 😘
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"Salwa, mumpung is still this afternoon, rather than just diem at home mingling my companion?" tawar bu Surti's. I am the middle me momong Al pet nimang invitation bu Surti, after all om Za was busy taking care of his work with his dark lover. It's also free to take a holiday if you're just at home. It is rich in mosquito repellent, smoky wild.
"Where's ma'am ?" my many.
"Ahead there is a market of shock mbak, I want to buy in Revelation !" the answer is to tidy up the appearance and apply red lipstick on it like a fire engine, powder thick as the neck to look striped like persimmon.
"May ma'am, "I said. I typed a message on om Za, so don't go back and forth.
"Yes "that short is the answer, though,
"Cih if I have the same laptop I feel like an actor !" my mum put the phone in a pocket inside the stroller.
"Who's the actor?" ask bu Surti.
"Hehe, there's no ma'am !" I grabbed and put Al in his stroller.
Pushing the stroller through the rocky dirt road, in front of it is already crowded. The market is shocked like this, it has always been the cheapest means of public entertainment. To buy goods needed by the lower middle community as well as to greet with other residents.
Bu Surti enthusiastically chose the goods, he shifted other buyers using his fat body, he was good at bidding and pressing prices. Different from me with no experience. If the price is not in accordance with what he agreed then he tenaciously bid.
"Thuh ! that's the way mbak Salwa if buying goods, sing important stuff dapet, money irit !" he answered reaching for the black package containing the item he bought, I chuckled, the lesson I had to take.
I only glanced occasionally, there were no items I wanted to buy, my eyes only sparkled when I saw the snack food merchant.
"What did Salwa buy?" ask her, I shake.
"That ma'am, Salwa doesn't need anything yet !" I answered while enjoying a sweet confectionary named jihel.
"Well, understand. Mbak Salwa rarely buy at the market shocked like this, surely if shopping at the mall !" said bu Surti.
"Without mom, Salwa buy where you go !" my answer.
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I'm holding Al and putting the stroller.
"Bang !! yuhuuu, where are you ?!" my peek.
"Sir, your abi ain't probably in a widow's gondol, is it?" I asked to pick up and talk to Al, unfortunately Al I even laughed like laughing at the stupidity of his own mother.
" Dowress, the name of the plant dear?!" almost Al fell out of my hand in shock, om Za came from behind hugging me.
"Second from the outside should take a shower first, the water is already full brother !" apparently my man had just taken a shower, the smell of the soap coming out to be proof, with a towel wrapped around his bottom.
"Dedek if already big, his body is not on show show off rich abi, later licked aunty naughty !" I said monologue, om Za covered my nose.
"Ouch !"
"Not just a naughty aunt, abg girl can also be wild !" om Za replied, I followed Za to the room put Al in the bed, let him roll freely at will.
His random wet hair, became his own fantasy for women, let alone a girl like me.
"Girl mana tuh, not Salwa certainly !" I answered, holding my hand around his neck. He raised his eyebrows next to.
"Normally Al is not wild, but naughty !" said it.
"The reason brother can be this delicious, Salwa is so hot, rich uget uget !" I answered, Za laughed crisply, she grabbed my waist.
"The official Al is also delicious, especially if it's been naughty like this !"
"But unfortunately soon magrib, you should take a bath, don't you want candlelight dinner?" ask Za, my eyes sparkle,
"really?? okay Salwa shower !" I answered releasing my hand that was coiled around Za's neck, and immediately grabbed the towel.
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I grabbed the back of this squatting man's hand, this is the last greeting at my magrib prayer with him, before tomorrow I return to Aceh. Greetings to the old, kiss and bring his hands to my cheeks full of affection. Om Za also kissed the shoots of my head that were blocked by the mucena, long ago.
"It's good there, "he said.
"Yes bang, "Al who was placed next to me was silent to watch his parents.
After the magrib, Al had already closed his eyes. Om Za was preparing a table, while I was in the middle room getting ready.
I put natural make up without overdoing it on my face. My smile was on its back, the girl who was pecking her appearance in this mirror turned out to be an adult.
"She, this is the food you want to bring now?" om Za raised both eyebrows, slightly surprised at my appearance.
"Don't be angry !!" I said to move my feet closer to the man who was already wearing a white shirt and pants this material.
Om Za was petrified, until I was confused, whether he was angry or not.
He smiled, "little brother's wife turned out to be an adult !" said it.
"Abang ga angry, did Salwa wear clothes that said brother clothes that have not been sewn gini?" my many. Om Za grabbed me, his hand held the circumference of my waist that was not too big, even impressed fit for the size of his hand.
"Never wear these clothes in front of anyone other than your brother, "he answered looking me in the eye.
"Yes bang,"
One hand cupped my jaw closer to the distance between her face and mine, gently tasting lipstick-polished lips. The other hand began to misbehave and did not want to be silent, pulling my legs which part of his clothes there is a hemisphere, to expose the pa*ha section. And start rogue exploring the skin without any flaw in the least of mine.
"Bang, Salwa is hungry !"
"Abang is also hungry, want to eat Salwa !" the answer is already being eyed by the mist ga*ir@h.
"Not that hungry bang, Salwa's hungry belly !" my answer.
My stomach must be full tank first before I will be devoured by om Za, Al's nutritional intake must be fulfilled first before later will share the dinner ration with his ashes.
Om Za lowered her hand, then rubbed my cheek. He took me to a backyard that was not wide, but there was no one who could see, because it was blocked by the fortress wall which was high enough.
I choked, om Za has changed the land that is only there for clothesline, so a romantic place, since when did he prepare it?
" When did you get it ready?" my many.
"When I went to the market was shocked earlier,"
I sat opposite him, om Za's good looks doubled tonight.
He spooned the rice and the side dishes, no responsibility, a full plate was served in front of me.
"Bang, this is mostly !" my spoken.
"Let you be strong, let there be no more hunger drama !" he replied, I laughed but a second later my eyes sharpened.
"Ga there is ! later Salwa bad luck wake up !" I replied, it was not me who cooked but this man in front of me who became his chef. This guy is a complete package. And I'm lucky to get it.
"Well, Afrian didn't go to college?" I was curious, he wanted to be told by Za to watch over me and take care of me.
"Lecture, he went to college in Aceh !" answer om Za. That means Afrian and Acha are LDRs.
If dinner is generally identical to a gift or a bouquet of flowers, nothing given by om Za, what else should he give ? I've got everything.
Tonight is going to be a long night for me and this mature brother, don't wait long, om Za carried me towards the room, he said, apparently Al had he moved to a small mattress and separated with the main mattress. I laughed, my son looks like a flood victim.
"That's Al !" point me.
"Let the hotshot brother not be disturbed !" the answer. I understand, it's an emergency, if at home, Al has his own room, it doesn't need to be like this.
Om Za laid me on the bed, and took off all my clothes and clothes. Touching every inch of my skin without exception, this touch that I will miss for the next 30 days. His big hands scooping up my two crazy twins made me lose my mind instantly. His lips did not stay in one place, the more I lost my direction and made a sound that made him more active to kiss and sip. The sound of the night beast alone was lost by the sound of two people who were giving each other a longing. Fortunately, Al was wrapped in a blanket and a thick bud hat. So that he did not have to be disturbed by the hot activities of his parents.
"Love you !" my whiskey.
"Too" he answered.
"Well, you can unplug the one below !" my door. He smiled but didn't notice it.
"Don't tell me you're still not satisfied ? Salwa dah lemes !" my spoken. Even Al's dinner alone he worked on.
"Abang needs provisions for the next month !" the answer. He touched me and touched me.
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"Is there nothing important left behind ?" ask Za, I only carry one medium bag, needs during the trip. Om Za might drive me and Al home in Aceh, but he'll be back soon. Tomorrow, he has to have an apple in the morning.
"Ga there's a bang, "I replied.
"Many of your goods and Al so that later it will be packaged to Aceh !" the answer.
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