Love Me Please, Uncle Camat

OLD-MAN

Bismillah happy reading all 😘

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Seeing me who was like a change of salted fish, aka limp, kuel, deckil where wet because of the rain, om Za smiled, then outstretched hugged me.

"You're testifying?" ask about Za. I want to scream at him, not ! abis was watered by people, already know it !!!!

"What a terrible thing !!" I hit his chest.

"Thank you already worried brother, thank God, brother is okay deck, "

"Can not once do not need to be a hero of misfortune, can not be a very selfish brother for Salwa same Al !!" I said it as I pleased, very upset with this man. Do not let me suck this flood water and spray it on the head om Za.

Om Za further tightened his embrace, "sorry, "

"Sorry, sorry to keep going ! keep repeating again !!" I replied, as if it had not run out of the upset stock that had piled up like a mountain. He even chuckles, though,

"Za, ups ! sorry, I guess not another scene 18+ !" om Mirza had his intention to enter.

"Why Mir?" tanya om Za let go of her embrace.

"There are people who want to meet !" om Za walked out of the room. It turned out that the nene who had been helped by him.

"Assalamualaikum pak camat, thanks a lot has helped, if not for the father, maybe I have now just stayed his name !" said the nene.

"Same ma'am, as a responsible person it has become my duty, "

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Om Za finally resigned his retreat from the location, after mutual greeting with the citizens, and hearing his complaints, I brought his wet clothes.

"Let Salwa go home with her brother !" said Za to get her hair.

"Yes with my brother ! I'm with Salwa again !" I've been glaring at Afrian so as not to say, but it seems that Afrian was deliberately complaining.

"Why?" ask about Za.

"Tell me the bad wife brother !" point Afrian. Just look at Za glancing at me.

"What's the deck?"

"What's wrong, Afrian is better ! yu's home ! Salwa has been rich in thousands of banknotes and trasi change !" my answer.

"Yes drive a rich man's car kes3*tanan !" afrian Mummings.

"What?!" para om Za, as well as Mirza and bang Riski.

"Yes, you don't know ?!" ask Afrian, from this moment on his name is no longer Afrian, but a leaky bucket. Ask to be patched apparently his mouth.

"Sir, can you drive a car?" ask about Za.

"Can bang, used to be taught father.continue to steal if you want to skip school, with Acha !" I answer honestly, before later Za himself who find out.

Om Mirza is already chuckling.

"Ko brother don't know ?!" ask her.

"Salwa never said ko too !" my answer.

"Go home, Salwa is tired !!" I said hurriedly into the car, before Om Za asked further.

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"illness?" my many.

"Slightly, "he answered, I applied the ointment on the surface of the bruised skin.

"Can I have a gini?"

"Abang was carried away by the flow of the river, slamming into the pole, the wall of the house that was not visible because of the water."

"Keep the volunteer work there why ? if tetep must be a brother who joined the plunge directly? selfie selfie??!" suudzon asked, even the ointment that was applied gently turned rough by being pressed, making om Za grimace in pain.

"Slowly, slow down !" said it.

"Eh.eh.sorry bang, not intentionally ! abisnya kelp !" my answer.

"Abang just trying to help as much as possible, anyway the rest of them did, after all brother came down not without preparation, brother used a buoy, brother also already know the risk ! so don't listen to a piece of information !" answer om Za.

"The name is also panicked ! where can think clearly. The innate brain was murky rich in flood water earlier !" I cried while grumbling.

"Why the hell, told to doang bandel terribly doungsi ! it will even trouble many people if gini !" my nag.

"So more choose to drift into the water or die, rather than see the property taken people ? jesus !!" my annoyance.

"So they want to hear brother?" ask again.

"Yes, some of them are already limp, because they haven't eaten, and are trapped inside the house !" answer om Za.

"Keep that nene?" I'm getting curious.

"Abang gendong," he replied lightly.

"Well??!!! try saying one more time?" ask me to make sure my hearing is not wrong, or it looks like I have to go to ENT, let my ears clear, I tuck the hair behind my earlobe.

"Abang sling, "he replied once more.

"Bukkk !!!"

"Do sleep outside !!!" the hovering bolster hit his chest right.

"Astagfirullahaladzim, deck "he immediately woke up.

"It's just a hole, "

"Salwa gawak, big brother carrying another woman !!!" whinek. Om Za knitted his thick brows.

"Keep me telling you to make your own way? the height of the water drowned the mother, "

"Who is the cake, not brother ! tuh nene won a lot in big brother's arms !" my nag.

"In addition, my brother also did not say what, your brain must be washed, "he replied.

"Why is Salwa ?!"

"Jealous don't look at the place, don't see who it is, "

"It's also old ! but marry Salwa ! age is not a problem, right ?!" the answer is I don't want to give up. Unexpectedly, this trivial matter was, so the debate was hot in bed.

"Yes, my brother is indeed AN OLD MAN, "he answered getting up and taking his laptop at the table.

"That's not what Salwa means, ehhh ! why is Salwa wrong !" my manyun.

"Partially being a very sensitive man, a staggering !" answer again.

"Yes, my brother is old !" the answer casually came out of the room to his study.

"Ihhhh !!! brother !!" pekiku, alu caught up with him. While om Za giggled to himself, in his silence.

"Abang ! that's not what Salwa meant, "my whine came into his study. But he was busy with his laptop, this is the tutankhamun, Fir'aun jejadian from the land of Aceh. His turn is wrong answer lightly, the turn of others mispronounced, made to die lice. His eyes were staring at me.

"Oh, tonight we will separate the beds !" I turned my body. He's even thumping.

"What ??!!" many challenging.

"Mirza, block the card atm in general Al Fath !" lirih.

"Mamposs ! " say, my life !! my mind.

"Any big bangttt !!!" I approached Za and hit him on the shoulder. He chuckled and caught both of my hands, pulling me to sit on his lap.

"It's better to carry it like Al" he said.

"Basic perverted camat !" grunting.

"The same mass of halal camat for the camat sir, "he replied.

"Abang already told me, now change, brother wants to know since when your brother's wife can drive ?!" ask her.

I straightened my back.

"Since smp, it used to be just a prank !" my answer.

"Then, when can we test drive !" said it.

"Yes, Salwa is sleepy !" I said I wanted to move, but Za held me back, rubbing my spine covered in a thin nightgown.

"Don't start, brother's leg still hurts !"

"What a brother's foot, "he answered.

"Hoam !! Salwa is sleepy ! tomorrow morning college, "my answer yawns made.

"Ga need to pretend, you do not pinter acting, "he replied again, sitting me on his desk, until I gasped in shock. Without a cue her hand had already entered into my nightgown and opened my bra hook. Drown his face in the ration of Al's dinner. Made me m3n*d3sah.

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