Love Me Please, Uncle Camat
Bucket mouth
Bismillah happy reading all 😘
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Om Za returned home after looking around the neighborhood maybe maybe I arrived stuck in the house next door rich in dried leaves. Several times his fingers pressed the green button on some people in other places, om Mirza and om Ramli was busy looking for a girl who did not know where the pulp is like looking for needles piled hay, he said, following the orders of a prospective father who is a slave to his wife's love and the harsh reality he is his own friend and superior.
Abi car entered the yard of the house, came out two parental figures from the car.
"Assalamualaikum," he said.
"Waalaikumsalam" replied Za.
"Abi, umi ," murmured om Za.
"Za, Salwa's carrying from the car was probably soy sauce so on the road he slept," said Abi then sauntered into the house.
"Salwa, bi??!!!" surprised by Za.
"Yes kasian your wife's sleep is bent so."
Heart om Za relieved not play turned out to be his guess if I run away big wrong.He approached towards the back bench of the car opened the door and voalahhhhh !! the sweet girl he was looking for until he was dizzy 7 roving was calm in his dream.
It is not difficult for om Za to lift my body with a routine exercise every day carrying me to bed he is used to. He shook his head, how could this pussy taste beat his sane brain, he felt this time he agreed with the expression love is crazy.
After putting me in bed and pecking my forehead he reached into his cell phone considering that maybe these two people were going around looking for me in no direction.
"Hallo, assalamualaikum Salwa is home, just go back home thanks and sorry for the hassle!" say om Za flat without feeling sinful. If not dear and have a lot of money maybe their cell phone has become a victim of mutilation because slammed so annoying the caller at the end there.
"Amshong ! sal..sal...kalo wants to run away saying I sal...loe emang ngeselin!!" om Mirza, maybe they have become a killer now if the one who asks for help to them is not om Za because so anxious to push him into the abyss right then and there.
At midnight I woke up thirsty, apparently I was already in the room with a hand hugging my stomach. His hands were heavy not to mention that he who embraced my body was like a pampered gorilla.
"Bang, watch out for Salwa's thirst !" my murmur woke up this one man who slept quietly did not know what if the one who was being hugged felt tight and could not move.
He opened his eyes, instead of raising his hand and shifting his body he looked at me.
"Why? watch out Salwa for a drink!" my spoken.
"Sir, don't leave brother!" he said to make me frown, what this man suddenly tightened his embrace can be crushed bones made. A small body hugged a large body like a hulk makes it tight.
"What the hell is it?" I put the back of the hand on his forehead but usually warm because it is a living creature.
"Whatever anger you never think to go from brother," he said.
"Salwa want to take a drink to the kitchen bang, not want to take drinking water directly to Mount Rinjani ga need to be more!" my answer. Om Za let go of his embrace and then I stepped out of the room into the kitchen and went back into the room. Not sleeping back apparently om Za even woke up.
"So you're not sleeping anymore?" my many.
"Don't sleep on the deck yet!" he answered while entering the bathroom.
My eyes squinted and was shocked to see a bucket of pink roses and a basket of chocolate packed so beautifully on my bed without a word without a romantic moment but enough to make me flower. This rare moment I just made it on the phone and then I sent it to the sosmed by including the sosmed name tag of my beloved father camat,
"Let others run !!" mumbled exclaims.
Om Za again saw me smiling with a smile with a rose that I was sipping on. It seems that this man will switch professions to become a gardener in my heart, because he has planted the seeds of flowers and seeds of his love.
"Likes?" tanyakanya.
"Banget !" I said, "thank you bang!"
"Back of love, baby."
"Abang ko romantic sihh, deliberately ready for Salwa?" my many. Questions that do not require a real answer, yes time for abi, sal.sal.basal brain superficial.
"Hem.." murmured in response, deheman ala one of the gambus band singers came out of his mouth, this is the typical deheman of the Eskimo tribe aka cold om Za. Indeed, the basis of me who is used to being an answer in the form of deheman is like this I consider my husband's friendly answer.
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On a sunny morning I started with bismillah, om Za who was preparing to be ready with his great clothes looked handsome in the mirror. His phone vibrated there was a call coming into his number, saying Susan.my forehead is wrinkled since when om om this one often hangs out with women other than mother pkk..I took the phone and gave it to Za.
"Bang, Susan's on the phone!" I replied a little annoyed.He also raised next to his eyebrows
"Susan??" tanyakanya. He took his phone quickly.
"Who's Susan, bang ?" I asked to see that Za didn't make that call.
"Only an old friend of the deck," replied om Za still acting calm.
"What old friends alumni heart?" the question just escaped my mouth.
"Friends of the deck" he replied again. I'm not sure about Za's answer. Za may consider her a friend but she is different. Starting to arise suspicion from me on this one om hot, just know I am a fan of his baby om from sabang to merauke. Lined at every corner like a minimarket.
"Ndalem, your highness!" after rubbing my flat stomach and tucking it away.
This day in addition to mantengin wa group classes that I think are less cool my activities help umi cook and make snacks, she said, when else do I learn to be a full-fledged wife would not the husband be happy if spoiled by the cuisine of the hands of his own wife.
"Umi, which brother likes umi cuisine?" ask me while peeling a large family of onions.
"The gate is not picky any person he likes, but he likes the same chicken catch and vegetable pliek u. "
I frowned at once laughing at his unique name, "this is us making vegetable pliek u," replied Umi again. I was just chirping my eyes because of the onion's evil sting.
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Cuisine is ready to stay the smell of my body that has been mixed with the aroma of spices, fortunately not united with chicken and cooked into a favorite food om Za, but I am the dessert later tonight.
"Om baby, come on shower ! Abi's coming home soon lest abi consider us an onion family!" my words monologue make mumi and mom Inah smile small.
The engine of the car om Za has been heard on the page it is a sign that the baby has come,
"Assynolt,"
"Waalaikumsalam, ehh.." I welcome but not only om Za who came but om Mirza and om Ramli also exist.
"Assalamualaikum s...!" hello to Mirza.
"Waalaikumsalam..! come on in."
I grabbed the laptop bag that Za was carrying, "you want to get some hot water ?"bargained.
"Don't be a pity, brother use cold water only!" the answer rubbed my head.
"Ekhem! I'm the same Ramli back!" deheman om Mirza's.
"It's waalaikumsalam, the door is still open" I replied. Om za and om Ramli chuckled.
"Asem the Salwa, the new time has come back !" he sat on the couch.
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"Mir, Ram ..let's eat first!" pinta umi and om Za.
" This is the one I'm looking for, umi is good and rich!" kekeh o'm Mirza.
"Dihhh, who is this cooking ?" I was arguing at the dinner table.
"Umi is !"answer to Mirza.
"Salwa too!!" my answer.
"The time is right, as good as this most Salwa just see the doang."
This is it if Mirza and I met it was an inevitable debate.
"Well, what do Salwa prayers hopefully later om Mirza sprain!" my spoken.
Throughout the meal that decorated my debate with husband om Za's best friend made the dining atmosphere more lively.
The two came to the house to discuss work on the plantation and take care of several branches of business owned by om Za including my cafe in Medan.
"Honey, brother, please bring 3 cups of coffee to the workspace!" pinta om Za's.
3 Cups of coffee served and I brought into the work room om Za.
"Fine bu our boss," kekeh om Mirza, in contrast to om Mirza who impressed a lot of chatter if the om Ramli more like om Za who is not too much talk. Life is fair if the calm is paired with a lot of talk so the world is not too lonely very, whether it's a life partner or a friend.
"Thank you, mom!" said om Ramli.
"Same with om, btw have om Mirza already Salwa kasih cyanide tuh!" I laughed a little
"Uhukkk uhukkk !!" om Mirza who was drinking choked, while om Za and om Ramli just laughed, om Za shook his head when his wife and best friend could get along for a while.
"Cihh bini loe Za, look out for Sal notar langang nang kanang cariin again!" the answer. I cringe
"When did Salwa say om?" my many.
Om Za immediately smothering the mouth of the bucket om Mirza.
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