Love Me Please, Uncle Camat
a mother's request
bismillah happy reading all 😘
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" huh, huh ??" my magic brain turned into a shrimp brain that only contains feces aka dark..
" yes ..dek !" replied om Za smilingly looking at my demeanor and the expression on my face .
" assalamualaikum, ma'am greetings from all of us !" exclaimed the cafe manager represents everything I just nodded stupidly still do not understand it seems like my brain is still stuck in the Padang restaurant earlier.
After the introductory session just now everything came out of the room as well as me who was pulled resigned by om Za , into one room
chequeleked
I clenched my mouth again a room that was quite nice and comfortable equipped with a private room for rest and work equipment.
" what the hell does bang mean ?" I want to bring awareness back into me.
" it's a gift for my brother's wife, who has learned to be more mature and to be with my brother when it was difficult yesterday '" she replied, grabbing my hand and pecking at the back of my hand.
" Salwa sincere ko bang, it is Salwa's obligation to always accompany brother no matter what the circumstances of brother, but if brother maksa thanks Salwa ga nolak bang.." I smiled broadly displaying the sweetener.Om Za chuckled this is my attitude that he likes to always be honest even though it is embarrassing, he grabbed my hair and took it behind my ears and tidied it up.
" thank you for wanting to be the wife of this stiff old om om" she said staring deep into my pupils.
" what am I doing too when you're old ?!" my kekeh is "rigid too" I said.
" pardon brother if initially adek forced to marry brother, until having to sacrifice adek youth by taking care and fulfilling the obligation to be a wife, until having to sacrifice adek, brother also can not promise if in the future adek will always laugh because life will not always be happy.But believe me if brother will try his hardest to always make adek feel safe and comfortable also smile when being near brother.." obviously hugged my waist.
Do I have to tread the earth so that one world knows if I am now happy , if people say using drugs make flying and flying then om om mature man who is hugging me this is my personal brand drugs.His smile and his gaze is opium for me , her scent and her breath smell are my personal smoke*ja.And her embrace is my protective wing.
This is what it feels like love to die ..love that even you yourself are willing to give up your own life so that he is always happy.My daydream long staring at the beautiful face of tutankhamun who has been insyaf because diruqyah by the love fairy ...
" frank..."
Om Za clocked my head.
" don't daydream !" he said , just made to float , om Za has damaged my open moment that has almost touched space.Just going to the moon he has dropped me again.
" Salwa does not daydream, but again look brother ..abang ga wrong eat right ?? " tanyaku .
" why is it ?" answer my question with another question.
" today you say a lot, sweet brother also," I replied .
" is that my brother ?" tanyakanya.
" just realized ?" tanyaku, all this time anywhere does not ever look if he is like a twin fir'aun .expression alone even somewhat stiff like a dishwashing sponge fortunately not diobral 10 thousand 3 ...
" thank you brother, for everything " I hugged Za .
" thank you enough to be a submissive wife," replied om Za raised next to his eyebrows he doubted if his request would be fulfilled.
" have Salwa been doing this all this time ?" tanyaku.
" meaning you're still asleep and dreaming, '" he replied infuriatingly.
" asem nih om.." I murmured inwardly with a curvy and screeching mouth.
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After seeing the cafe that is now mine, I decided to go home.
" bang , spout..!!" I banged on the bathroom door ,I also opened the bathroom door handle that was not locked by om Za just contact om Za who was in the gawk saw me enter when he was in the jar .
" brother !!! why isn't it locked !" the habit of long ago if I saw something that privacy suddenly I close my eyes when if thought for what anyway I have seen it almost every day .
" adek , why also play open only ?" om Za grabbed a towel and covered the bottom.
" but brother has not finished the deck," he answered indeed on his body still leaves the rest of the soap foam.
" but Salwa is not strong ! watch out move !" I pushed the body hulk om Za and immediately completed hajat.Om Za instead returned to his activity of cleaning the foam and opening his towel in front of me.Until the heat was stirred up, I turned my face.
" hhh husband no morality!" my nag.
" fuck, wife has no morals "the answer reverses my words.
" that brother the water hit Salwa!!" I screamed because the soapy rinse splashed at me.
" let's just 'em, haven't had a shower yet, right ?" he even deliberately wet my body that is still wrapped in clothes with water to dabble.
" brother !!" he choked me, but he laughed with satisfaction.Everything he smeared soap on my skin, like our little boy playing with water
" nih, let brother keep bathing." I replied pouring back his soap on the body om Za.
" deck..!! look out for you !!" holding my hand her body docked at me cornered me into the bathroom wall, her gaze darkened I knew where the edge was going .It was wrong that I woke up a sleeping lion now that I had to accept that the lion was starving and wanted to eat me.
" cup.." her face lowered her lips to reap the sweetness of my lips.Hot activity in the bathroom eventually became a joint bathing activity.
" moviehhhhhhhimmm!!" I sneezed, probably too long in the bathroom wet wet.
" are you sick ?" tanya om Za spread her hands to me in her arms, I who was cupping a glass of hot milk chocolate sitting on the sofa beside om Za while putting my head on her right chest .
" honga bang this may have been because over time in the bathroom," I replied .
tock..tok....
The door of the house is knocked on, Om Za opens it turns out it is the mother of Aunt Cut.
"assalamualaikum's chat.."
" morocas .."
Om Za's face looks stiff again.
" go in, ma'am" pinta om Za.
" thank you, Za.."
I rushed to make a drink for the mother of the woman who had harmed Za and slandered me.
" Za, I beg you to withdraw the claim on Cut..is there no door sorry for him ?"her moaning, but what is the power my husband is indeed facing the wall seems like he is tired of having to always face the drama queen.
" bang ," I glanced as my hand held in the grasp of om Za.
" i'm sorry my mom and family have forgiven Cut even before he did so God willing I have forgiven Cut, but this case I have submitted to the authorities , ' he said , and this is out of my control ."
" did Zaky not pity to see Cut languishing alone on the cold prison floor?" he said while crying .
No child no mother why it is so easy to make tears as a weapon to make others sympathize.I grimace long time so ilfeel also if a little crying.It feels here gabada onion deh..
" how's Cut, ma'am ?" ask about Za.
yahhh the brother news aunty Cut must be there the stress drug is here.
" less good son Zaky, mother please unplug son ...Zaky knows how Cut 'em, you've been together since Junior High .."
" preferably the tea in the drink first, ma'am "said me so that he was a little calm, but this is om Zaky who is always firm with his stance, whatever his relationship he remains guilty.
" i'm sorry ma'am, I'd better cut there to account for everything, so that he's self-introspection, although Cut my friend but if it's wrong I won't defend him ma'am" replied om Za steady.
" kak Zaky tega ..on Cut, he is khalaf son, understand his love for son Zaky is so big from the past, " he said again , '" he said , I breathe out to get rid of the discomfort.
" I'm married, ma'am..Salwa my wife, " she replied in a landslide. Aunt Cut's mother gave up persuading Zaky because as much as she pleaded with Za still not the answer.
" bang what better brother ca..."
" no deck !!" he said it fast until I snapped.
" let him be there to account for his behavior, he's tried to disrupt our lives, whatever concerns your life is your responsibility" he replied .
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