Love Me Please, Uncle Camat

Salwa's hungry

Bismillah happy reading all 😘

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Sayup I heard the sound of people chatting from behind the room.

"Wait where am I?" the white room is pretty nice but feels foreign.

I immediately ran towards the door but what was expected, the door was locked from the outside. I remember the last incident when I was forced by people to turn themselves in.

"This is why I was kidnapped? why try? would it be sold to a rich foreign country that is now in the news?" my mummy was horrified to remember the latest news that often aired on news shows that the middle of human trafficking, especially girls like me.

Plus the situation I was pregnant young increasingly makes me want to cry roaring and go home, "om baby, be patient, abi must be our nyariin!" i'm monologuing.

"Whhh where's my phone?" I remember remembering.

"God is left in the car!" muttered.

"Assalamualaikum," someone entered the room, a middle-aged man older than Za brought a tray of dinner plates and a glass of water.

"Waalaikumsalam, so you brought me here? I want to go home !!" ngotuk.

"Sorry, I painstakingly carried.." he glanced at me from top to bottom as if examining me. High School uniform Stelan is Mr Zaky sure to marry a high school boy??

"What should I say about your mother??" ask her.

" MBA!!" I replied sarcastically, but he laughed.

"Our mom is adorable this adorable smart sir Zaky looking for young leaves, it turns out his taste is fierce this kind of, I became interested to follow in his footsteps even though I am a married man !" i'm her. I swear by nothing I don't want to hear a human confession of scum like him that I think is sickening.

"Cihh until whenever you want to roll into the salon to change the appearance or a lot of money, will not be rich brother!" my sarcasm. If there is a contest of creatures with a level of mouth spiciness equivalent to jalapeno I am the person.

"Hahahaha..adek is getting adorable!" there was nothing funny in my opinion, his black lips from cigarette smoke and nicotine and his thin whiskers made me want to vomit.

"Don't call me adek, I'm not your sister!"snapped again.

"This I bring mom to eat, I know mom is pregnant, I'm still good at giving mom a meal because I need mom to live life !"inexplicably. My heart has been stirring gebu want it feels to stuff this cutlery into his mouth.

"It turns out that on this earth there are still humans sa*mpah like you, especially on the earth portico mecca like this!" decihku he has clenched his hands like he has been provoked by the word spicy me.

"The great pity with the good people here must be broken by people like you!" say again. He approached about to raise his hand I grabbed a fork on the plate ready to fight.

"What ???!! you want to slap me? the nature of cheap men is easily ignited emotions and play hands, but thank God my husband does not have both!!" his hand was already bluffing but he put it down.

"Why? did my honest mouth undo your intention to marry an adorable girl like me??" my many.

tock.tok...

"Sir, there's Mr. Zaky downstairs!" said his man.

I also looked. " Om Za" I murmured.

"Wahh ! zaky's fast, Zaky sir, isn't he at a seminar out of town?" he smiled evilly.

"Abang, brother...!!!" my peek.

"Salvah?!" muttered.

"ck, what a chatty girl this is!" its decan.

"Gus, bring him here !!" her door was a bodyguard clutching my wrist firmly.

"Please!!! don't touch me !!" my peek.

The figure I missed from yesterday was standing with Mirza at the door

"God !!" murmured loudly.

"Abang ," I want to feel like I'm rolling over, don't know if Salwa is afraid, Salwa kangen brother and Salwa is obviously hungry now.

"Let go of my wife, Mr. Ryan.can't you play healthy and accept cheerfully?" ask about Za.

Elah om.om.hari gini tell people to be sincere, giving the busker aja two thousand hearts feel not sincerely doubtful when the money is scuffed.

"To the point only Mr. Zaky, I want to immediately get a license to build and business on the land that I have submitted, and one more thing I asked Mr. Zaky to cancel the tender of the famous brand and hand it to me!" obviously not wanting to be stale.

Very funny people beside me, errat not more people lead to se*tan.

Om Zaky shook his head "squeaky you sir, using a dirty way like this after all the land that you will use it still belongs to the citizens concerned I know you also cheat them, I know you also cheat them, not to mention your business building is a gambling business and a cursed entertainment place," Om Za threw several sheets of paper along with a blue map containing a letter of approval.

"Give my wife back !!" said om Za flat but his voice can make anyone feel immediately swallow his saliva afraid.

"We are business people sir, every exchange must have something to exchange!" the answer is not to lose.

"I gave you back your wife but your license passed, and your coffee tender gave me" asked Ryan, the man in the black shirt, a few steps forward toward om Za.

"Don't bang! don't want!" my peek. He looked back at me who was struggling.

"Can you shut up ! it's a job !" snapped it.

"Never yell at or hurt my wife !" om Za began to ride the apitam, he turned towards om Mirza. For a second, Za saw the point of careless Ryan who was talking to me by running and kicking the strong man who was holding my hand until he fell down, while Mirza nibbled Ryan and locked him with a pocket of his hand.

"Brukkk!!" the sturdy man fell down, I was momentarily jolted will be carried away but om Za pulled me into his arms.

"Adek wait here for a while," he said seeing the two people who were about to reply to Za membogem her first, I closed my mouth that was open with both hands. Seeing om Za without any trouble to beat up the deckeng sir Ryan. Mr. Ryan himself has been secured by om Mirza, this incident was so fast that the police who were outside with om Ramli entered.

"Aadk is okay, right? is anyone sick ?" ask her. I shook my head but I was as excited.

"Don't know if you're scared, don't worry about your brother being here" he hugged me and I replied.

"Salwa laper bang.." I said, om Za immediately stretched his arms.

He chuckled "So this brother's wife and children are hungry? less aj*ar once he kidnaps but doesn't feed," om Za embraces me while walking out together.

"Sempet bang, but Salwa nolak fear the money is not halal." Om Za chuckled again and rubbed my head.

"Yes we've come home, umi may cook a favorite dish." he replied.

"Sir Zaky, thanks for the report I may ask for some information later!" said a man dressed in casual clothes but with a leather jacket on his belt tucked in a gun.

"Same sir, I should be grateful to my father and colleagues, maybe later I will go to the police station to provide information after I take my wife home first sir," said om Za.

"Oh yes for the mother will also be questioned later," the end of the sentence the police entered the car.

"Mir, I take Salwa home to provide evidence and report to the police do not forget to contact Mr. Rifa my attorney."

Om Mirza nodded "The heart of Za, Sal..."

"Bang, how's Afrian?" I asked to get in the car, om Za put a seat belt.

"Afrian is fine, he only has a slight wound and has been examined by a doctor," om Za directed his seat towards me he lowered his head and kissed my flat stomach.

"Om baby is okay, right? abi was very worried about the baby and uminya," he said, I raised both eyebrows looking at the silly behavior of this prospective father.

"Alhamdulillah abi, om baby is fine just umi nangis because kangen abi.." I cried representing om baby.

"Tell me the same don't crybaby, abi also miss umi." he replied.

I pinched that chubby-un-cheeked squash, so sweet of people's soul mate...

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