Love Me Please, Uncle Camat

Amateur driver.

I pulled the hand brake lever, and stepped on the gas.

"Bismillah !" my spoken. Hopefully later the patient here is only ka Aisyah.

Om Za and om Mirza followed behind,

"Salwa who drives Mir ?!" ask about Za.

"Yes bini loe !" panicked answer.

Brummm !!!! the heavy roar of the Afrian car engine, it sounded like it was ready to be carried in a race with the wed.

Ka Aisyah moaned, as did Afrian and bang Riski, if ka Aisyah screeched and complained because of the pain in her stomach, then bang Riski and Afrian, squealing because in read*mas by ka Aisyah, she said, plus, the speed of the car I brought was like a wild race.

I moved my teeth, then slammed the steering wheel to the right, at the turn. I occasionally look at the streets and speedometers.

Seeing Aisyah's growing pain filled with sweat made me feel mules.

"Sal !!! " squealing Afrian as his arm in the grip of Aisyah.

"Please, I'm looking for a gap first, make a overtake !" my answer.

"Yeah !!" strangled the two bachelor men behind me, as ka Aisyah clawed at the two.

"Za it's Afrian !!" show me Mirza.

"Salip Za !!" show me Mirza, look at the car I'm driving. Om Za, raise the speed, and overtake some cars in front of him. Until now the car he was driving was right next to the car I was driving.

Om Mirza opened the car window, the,

"Sal ! don't speed, Kasian Aisyah !" his yell.

"Ga can om, this is kaya ka Aisyah want what kind of birth, Salwa ga ngerti, already berdar4h dar4h!" I answered the window, too, without taking my eyes off the front of the street.

"Aaaa !! it hurts !" pekik bang Riski. heard the cry of bang Riski, om Mirza increasingly worried.

"Sal ! stop first, we change !" screeches again.

"Sir, you can pull over first, let the brother who brought the car ?!" pekik om Za, come talk.

"In disbelief, it's hard !" my answer.

I grinned at the street zig zag.

"Om Mirza calm down, insyaallah do'ain aja bujang two ga vomit !" pekikku shut the car glass.

"Sal !! oh my God, I'm more worried about Za, if bini loe brings !" panicking, it's over.

"It's show time baby !" I muttered, pulled the lever, then slammed the steering wheel to the right and left side according to the empty road.

Om Za clucked, and smiled.

"That's Salwa bini loe right Za?!" ask Mirza.

"Gue also still doesn't believe, "he replied.

In front there is a truck carrying sand, but if I succeed then in the future my road is free of obstacles.

"Za, Za...that Salwa is not serious about overtaking ?" ask Mirza panicked, it's not good to sit. Om Za raises the speedometer of the car, so that it can accompany. But it seems difficult.

"Don't, Ian.Hold ya !" my door.

"Well??!" paro them. I hit the gas, took the lane in the opposite direction, I advanced it until the speedometer needle passed by half. The sound of the roar of the car engine alone until it is heard, fortunately Afrian cars are modern, and are designed for young people racing.

"Aaaa !!! dek Salwa, brother is already this nauseous !" bang Riski.

"Sal, are you sure you're going to race through the car?" ask Afrian.

"God willing, if Allah wills !!" answer's chuckles.

"Oh my God, Za !!" said by Mirza. The snout of the truck was approaching, only one more car left.

Kubant steered to the right back into my column, with his shrewd feet stepping on the gas and brakes.

"Wohooooo !!! bravo Salwa !!" puji Afrian's.

"Alhamdulillah," bang Riski heaved a sigh of relief.

"Bini Loe made me hang Za !" nagging Mirza, om Za shook her head with a smile.

"Salwa, since when did you deck..can it be so ?" muttered.

The hospital was in sight, I turned and went into the parking lot of RS. I went out first and called the nurse to bring a cage, then Afrian and bang Riski came out to help, both no less nelisa than ka Aisyah, even their faces paler, bundled with a flooded sweat.

"Gue nemenin first ka Aisyah, if you want to enter then !" I said before I ran with the nurse inside.

"Gilakk the Salwa can do that ! I didn't think I was !" afrian Kekih.

"Gold me bang !" bang Riski said to Afrian, he then sat in the car seat that opened the door. Zaky's car just arrived.

Om Mirza came out in a hurry, "where is Ayesha?" ask her.

"Brought to the dalem bang" replied Afrian. He immediately ran inside. Om Za chuckled at the sight of these two bachelors looking pitiful. Afrian laughed, "didn't expect a rich spoiled girl Salwa could be a bang !" said it.

"Awas in love again, that's brother's wife !" answer om Za mewanti.

"Engga, "his answer doubts his own words.

"Ris, are you okay?!" ask about Za.

"I'm just limp sir, want to mengumpulin first life, ma'am Salwa racer yes sir?" she asked, but Za just smiled.

"I go in first, buy him a drink..Ian, !" pinta om Za, then go inside.

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"Sal, I'm afraid..aaaaa !" his hand held my hand until his book turned white.

"God willing, I'm the same baby who must have survived !" my answer.

"Brakkk !!" om Mirza walked into the delivery room seoaket with a pale face in panic and worry.

"Darling, "call him.

"Abang..ashhh" ka Aisyah cried at her husband, while enduring the increasingly agonizing pain.

"Oh my God, why is this so?" ask her.

The doctor's voice surprised her, "get ready ma'am, the opening is complete" the woman's doctor said.

"Huh??! gave birth to doc ?" ask Mirza.

"Doctor, because her husband came..Salwa out yes !" my spoken. Immediately, I left the delivery room. Sports past noon this makes me sweat a lot.

"It's a great record I'm wearing a gini hijab racing again, so miss Jakarta !" muttered. The first sight I saw was a mature man in his safari uniform, looking dashing, putting his hand in his pants pocket. Always looks calm.

"Abang, "I got into her arms. The man returned my arms and kissed my head.

"Liat ka Aisyah is rich, Salwa follow mules again !" I said, he chuckled.

"Kirain, want to have another !" the answer. I round my eyes and pinch them.

"Good bang, Salwa who is sick !" ketus.

"Since when did my brother's wife become a racer ?" ask her.

"Since learning recalcitrant," I replied grinningly. Then he lifted my nose.

"Bu camat is naughty, " he said.

"Salwa kangen Al, bang ! Salwa wants to go home, Salwa wants to take a bath, already rich in change terasi, scuffed, smelly !" my spoken.

"You're sexy." whispered,

"Ih, this is hospital bang !" my answer is to pinch him back.

"You going home now ?" ask her.

"Om Mirza, how about Aisyah?" my many.

"Abang has already called her mother Aisyah and Mirza, soon they come,"

"Youth first, "I replied.

The baby's voice was heard from the room, his gestational age was only 7 months. However, because of a fall in the bathroom earlier as a result of the contents down, the fetal sac enters the birth canal.

"Eh, it's bang !" myrag. Before long, there was the voice of Mirza who was judging her son. A cute, playful child comes out of the delivery room using an incubator and is pushed into the nursery, a cute baby covered only by a hospital blanket. Because I came here without preparation.

"Za, my boy girl !!" crying stool.

"Ihh, very crybaby om, brother aja Salwa until bleeding ga mewek !" my spoken.

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