Love Me Please, Uncle Camat

Salwa vs Rayyan part 1

bismillah happy reading all 😘

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Om Za stretched her arms, bent over and kissed my stomach, which had begun to form a balloon even as a child.

"Bang if Salwa later his body grows rich abis drenched in oil water, Salwa ga mau !!" I answered, too much unnecessary reading before time makes me a parno.

He chuckled and twitched my nose, "so don't read too much that doesn't necessarily happen, make you parno first" he said.

"Sir, I'm sorry to have a guest" said one of the assistants. Om Za turned and nodded.

"Assalamualaikum, sepada !! everybody's home!!" guests do not know this kind of manners, none other than om Mirza and ka Aisyah.

"Guilipinam,"

"The guests don't know the time!" my lament.

"Now, Sal.bela belain came here for the Salwa !" said Mirza, while Aisyah smiled. Ka Aisyah also admitted that her husband is unique.

"Sal langka rich guest brother..!" answer me Mirza sitting on the couch. While I sit in my favorite place where else if not the lap of Za om.

"Yes rare, very rare his wife in them her husband is embarrassed, should om Mir entered the museum!" my answer. Ka Aisyah just laughed at my jokes, this is if me and Mirza met fortunately our respective partners do not have the same nature.

"Dihh, Sal ! there is no sofa anymore. Well the couch is still spacious times, Sal !" decih om Mirza dikekehi ka Ayesha.

"Syric marks can't afford !" my answer is comfortable with my position. After all, I just sat the hen and kalem ko.

"It's not a problem of not being able to, your sick brother's eyes are on your lap !!" the answer.

"Ka, Salwa show her room for rest yu !" take me to Aisyah's.

"By Sal, you want to change clothes" he replied.

"Pake lingerie baby, show the boy so he can be hot in front of her husband!" said om Mirza.

"Darling !!" aisha rounded her eyes.

"Dihhh !! om Mirza fullar by the way, what a rich man so rich use fishing nets, catch a cold om !!" pekikku was laughed at by Mirza while the legs of Za had kicked Mirza.

After leaving Aisyah's ka in her room to change clothes, my steps stopped to see Afrian smoking alone in the backyard, while staring nyalang towards the park while feeling the night wind. I'm approaching, man,

"Why so??" my question made him turn his head he immediately turned off his cigarette fire.

"Gue ain't no more doing !" the answer.

"Within loe in, the air malem not good for pregnant women !" he replied, his face is not as usual now looks no look to joke.

"For there to be trouble? it's not good to be impressed yourself, don't be stingy so people until the problem just don't want to be divided for !!" I said, sitting next to Afrian.

"Gue told me to go back to Jakarta to take care of the papah business," he suddenly said, I don't think Afrian is an open man who can immediately tell a story.

"What's the problem?" my many.

"Business is not my passion."

Afrian should be left alone by his parents to be with om Za, in addition to Afrian who feels comfortable here because he also feels considered a family by Umi, abi and om Za. He is also learning business from om camat gemes. I also did not think if om Za was a businessman, I thought he was just a pure camat. Until I thought first if my life would be difficult even maybe to buy a quota so that you can watch youkiub alone must be early in the month waiting for salary om Za. Especially to watch a Korean boyband concert may have to spend years until the jamuran, can only leave.

"Would you try obrolin both with ortu loe?" my many.

"Sal's free, they don't understand" he replied.

"Try deh sincere Ian, everything will feel easy for you if you are sincere, there is no harm in trying to be a businessman without having to eliminate the passion of life loe !" my answer is so wise do not know right what not, which is clear at least that's what I would do if I were Afrian, exactly like I used to when I knew betrothed to om Za.

"Did you like me, Sal? dilemma?" tanyakanya. Now I'm looking forward to flashback the feeling I once felt, if I tell you it feels like suicide.

"Even I ran away from Ian" I replied.

"Gue don't want to be fooled, I'm still young. There are still many thoughts and desires. My planning is too beautiful to be ruined by an arranged marriage!" my answer. Now my eyes turned to my stomach.

Smile again painted, "But after I think again, indeed this is the path of my destiny Ian, man can only plan and so.even I am grateful, bang Zaky is not as early as it seems."

"It used to feel like seeing him aja nyebelin really want me jorokin to Niagara Falls ! already fierce, rich Hittler dictator not to mention the rich Dutch colon plus a flat face and cold. But now the need to keep stamp-rich" kekehku.

"But I try to be sincere and learn to open my heart because of God, let alone the source of my reward is om Za, if said brother what the hell .." I knocked on my head.

"Uhibbuki File !" a firm voice from behind us made me and Afrian tense up.

"Eh.." hoarsely.

I immediately stood up and welcomed Za's hand "brother since when?" my whiny.

"Since Adek said you want jorokin brother to Niagara Falls!" he replied, I was stifled while Afrian was awake to see me dead fleas ghibahin her own husband.

"That's a bang," I wrestled his arm spoiled, just waiting for the bomb to explode I just put on a white flag.

"Gue come in first, Sal. Happy brain muter to woo Hittler !" Afrian patted my shoulder but immediately retracted his hand after om Za stared intently.

"Hoammmm !! enter yu bang, Salwa same o baby also sleepy !" I turned around but Za with a single stomp carrying me ala bridal style.

"Would you see the Dutch doing it again tonight ?" he whispered, I know it's not a good thing. Do not let the damned voice from my mouth and om Za sound shahdu to the inhabitants of the house, intoxicating.

At around 8 am a car entered the yard with Ramli's car. Om Za and om Mirza welcomed the arrival of a husband and wife along with one little boy around the age of 3 years.

Fix, this is a picnic and holiday.

I'm welcoming you to Aisyah,

"Assynolayam !" say them.

"Waalaikumssalam, Jamal sir ! how was the trip ?" ask about Za.

"Thank God, Mr Zaky!"

"Let's go in sir, ma'am." he asked.

"Detail this sir my wife Miranda, and this is my son Rayyan.." the age of this man is older than om Za was seen from some gray hair sticking out in the strands of his hair while his wife one age with ka Aisyah. The child looks very active.

"Hay Rayyan, assalamualaikum...! auntie wants to meet dong with a handsome boy can't you??" I said trying to take the child's heart, even though I actually don't really like small children because I think they are annoying, nosy and often make uncomfortable like my cousin's sister in Jakarta.

"Waalaikumsalam a beautiful aunt, I'm Rayyan..!" my eyes are called beautiful. Both of his parents gave his son a warning. Om Za just smiled shaking his head.

"This is my wife Salwa" replied Za. I clenched my hands in my chest while with Mira's mom I shook hands.

"Gee ! looks young sir!" om Zaky nodded.

"Is mom pregnant?" ask Miranda ma'am. Is that a clear difference?? until he can see.

"Alhamdulillah ma'am, just ask for prayers hopefully launched," replied om Za again.

"And this must be Mirza sir, and this is his wife !" show me Jamal sir.

Such was the brief introduction at the guest table, until we had breakfast together.

"Mamih, Rayyan kebelet peed !!" said the child.

"Oh okay son, a moment.pah mamah between Rayyan to the back first for a moment !" said Miranda ma'am.

"Let your aunt take you to show you the direction of toliet, ma'am." said om Mirza.

But in the middle of the conversation Rayyan arrived to pull her mother's shirt "Rayyan does not want to be with aunt, Rayyan want to be delivered with a beautiful aunt !!" heed

"Rayyan, it can't be like that, son!" miranda replied that everything became silent and focused on the child.

"Rayyan can't be like that" Jamal said.

Huh !!! me ??? wasn't wrong?? when I nganter bachelors people go to the toilet to pee, but little children already know what is beautiful. Descending this degree its name from the class om Za now bocil.

I sighed, it seemed like the next two days my patience would be tested.

"Huh? me ? Rayyan want a aunt?" I asked while looking at Za while grimacing.

The child nodded, what made the child think that if I was a fairy godmother obviously I was Cinderella's stepmother.

Inevitably I ended up taking the boy to the toilet, "Let's let's go..!!" I took Rayyan to the bathroom.

He took my hand "Awww.." I accidentally got my foot stepped on by Rayyan, my first breath.

"Sorry, aunt Rayyan wasn't on purpose !" said grin.

The bathroom door is open. I let Rayyan finish her wish. But unexpectedly he pulled my shirt.

" Why Yan?" my many.

"Tante, Rayyan can I have a aunt come in?? Rayyan is scared !!" said it.

" What??!!!!"

Guess lockin kids people in the bathroom sin no huh?

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