Love Me Please, Uncle Camat

Salwa vs Rayyan 2

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Feels that I want to do a pel*eceha*n action against a child, I came inside because of Rayyan's request.

If it wasn't a kid, I'd just take a gun duel, like a cowboy. Moreover, he's the son of my husband's business partner, making me go awry.

"Mante don't look, I'm still a child !" he said, my eyes were breaking to hear the boy's words.

" Tengil is also a boy, "my mind.

Cih ! who also wants to see, the level of the god nih bocil.

"Aunty isn't interested in having you, aunty has a hotter and more challenging than yours !!" jumawa.

The boy doused his dirty water. Then immediately tidied his pants and turned towards me who was behind him while scabbing an annoyance, I was eager to drown this child. I saw him so remember Afrian, where was he??

"Don't you have a aunt too?? hot is that what aunt?" tanyanya.

Mamposs ! it's wrong for me to talk like that, so Rayyan even became curious.

"Hhhh, forget it !!" I answered, grabbed her hand and led her back into the living room.

" Wahh !! looks like Salwa's deck is really ready to have kids, it's a good fit !" exclaim ma'am Miranda.

"Mamih !!" peekik Rayyan ran at her mother.

"What did aunt Salwa say, son?" ask Miranda ma'am.

"Thank you aunt!" he said a little squealing and a big smile showed his milk teeth still lined up neatly.

"Same," I replied smiling wryly. Just don't anymore ! my inner screams, I sat back beside om Za.

"Mih, the time said he had a rich one got Rayyan but he said more hot and challenging, hot what the hell, challenging what is it?" arriving just a little great-grandson of Rayyan to his mother, the language and way of speech that is still slurred sounds funny when the fatigue says it.

"Uhhukkk....!!!" I coughed at Rayyan's words, God ! the expression of children is indeed an honest creature that is true, either honest whether it is Rayyan's nature that is too leaky bucket. Ms. Miranda and Mr. Jamal covered her lips as did Mirza and ka Aisyah. As for me, the dead flea created by this little se*tan can only be silently sculpted. Next time the parent's message must be properly practiced, I must not talk about private matters in front of small children.

"I mean his aunt Rayyan's pants !" my answer was stupefied, but I was lying.

gleukkk, kill me !

"Tante's got Rayyan's richer pants hotter and challenges her short !!" my answer is ngada. My face is gone here. I'm afraid this carelessness of mine will affect Jamal's work and judgment.

"Oohhh said dong aunt, so Rayyan's brain where, afraid of aunt ngintip have Rayyan who is still holy !" unambiguously

"Kamvreett ni boy "my inner self cursed.

Mr. Jamal and Ms. Miranda chuckled,

"Then Ramli please deliver Jamal sir and family to the prepared room !" pinta om Za's.

"Okay sir" replied Ramli.

"Ah, thank you sir. Then Mr. Zaky and all of us allow a short break" said Mr. Jamal and Ms. Miranda.

The direction of my eyes followed the movements of the four people that passed from the living room.

"Ahahahaha, hot and challenging huh Sal?"kekeh o'm Mirza. I've died the style he made. You little boy.

"What the hell ! Rayyan aja ngaco, part of the brain om do not travel ! anyways if there's a problem?? want to be bandingin same have om Mirza??" I said give up, then leave. I am really ashamed.

"Bini loe tuh Za," om Mirza still smiled and shook her head.

"Darling !!" elbow to Aisyah.

"So? got a hot and challenging brother?" he hugged me from behind and stuck his chin on my shoulder.

I squealed and shook my shoulders "what branch the hell?!" he laughed even more."Rayyan ngaco said, "I said.

"Shame huh?besides if you're proud !" he turned my body, then raised my head.

"Engga !" my sarcasm. "Revelation ! Salwa is taking a nap !" add me to bed.

Just 30 minutes my eyes closed, now it's open again. Nothing else and not by the clamorous sound of a child running around in the backyard, coincidentally right next to my room. I blinked my eyes a few times, got up and walked towards the window of my room, revealing the curtains. My eyes narrowed at the sight of some people playing ball with Rayyan. My smile expands

"Gemes too yes, if it's Za om same baby !" muttered.

"Aante !" squeal the boy. I glanced, waved my hand.

I turned back my attention but not for long

"Sal beware !!" his screeches.

"Bughhh"

"www !"

The rubber ball was kicked Rayyan right landed on my seat.I rubbed my tongue that was hit by the ball, wanted to get angry but I restrained.I immediately out of the room want to approach them.

"Sal, it's okay, right?" ask Mirza and Aisyah.

"I'm sorry Rayyan is in Salwa" said Ms Miranda grimacing.

"Ahh, what is it, the ball is also just a rubber ball !" exclaim Rayyan. It really sucks this kid.

"Rayyan is sorry for Aunt Salwa !" pinta his mother, while I have held back anger and annoyance since then. Om Mirza who was sitting in front of me with Aisyah smiled amusedly at me, they knew that I was holding back.

"Sorry" he said briefly.

"It's okay ma'am" I replied resignedly.

"Fuck !" om Za who just came out of the work room with Jamal sir joined together.

"Well, is it done?" rayyan asked Jamal.

"Tumben just took a nap?" her question holds my hand.

It is also impossible to mention because of the sound disorder se*tan small, where just woke up, the life that still floated had not been collected back into his container had to be hit by a ball in the eel.

"What the hell," I replied not wanting to extend.

"Well, Rayyan wants to shoot with a water gun !" exclaim Rayyan.

"Rayyan, this is at the house of Zaky and Salwa's aunt so Rayyan can't be naughty !" said Jamal sir. As the boy frowned, he even took out a toy gun from the bag he was carrying.

"What's wrong, sir! his name is also a small child" replied Za.

"Hey kisanat, you don't know if your wife just got kicked by the ball and can't continue her dream with the residents of the sky because of the child."

I want to shout my aspiration, it feels like I will ask God to quickly finish and the second business agreement, so that I can quickly be free from this annoying little guy.

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"Splashh..splasshhh !!"

Water soaked my clothes and face, so I protected my face.

"Ouchhh !!! Rayyan !!" my peek. He laughed as if this was fun for him.

"Ck Rayyan ! wet clothes all this," my dumel, I hope se*tan doesn't pass by my side and listen to my request to strangle Rayyan's little neck.

"Ahahaha, aunty funny how angry she is !" said Rayyan who still holds her water gun.

Indeed, deliberately this child provoked my anger, there was no more patience for him, I took the water gun and shot him back, he even giggled amusedly and ran away. It's like finding a playmate.

"Aunty too !!" screeched, my eyes squinted at an object I passed while chasing Rayyan before long my eyes were bulging,

"Rayyannn !!!!!"

The latest poster of the Korean boyband ori that I got from a fanatical fellow fan friend has been crossed out by a bollpoint scribble until now the handsome face of my idols is shapeless. Last night's posters are packed directly from Jakarta. It was my fault for forgetting to put it after receiving a call from a friend of mine and putting it on the front desk of the room.

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"We are really sorry Mr. Zaky, especially Ms. Salwa," said Mr. Jamal.

After the screaming incident, we are all sitting on the sofa in the middle room. The suspect was silent with his sinless face. Very devious he, just by displaying an adorable face like angel from the heaven his mistake was like lost in the wind just did not make use.

"Tante, Rayyan's sorry !" little tweet. Do you know if at this time I want to cry roaring roars rolling on the floor, my limited edition poster that I have worked hard to get, now I have to let it become a formless memory again.

"Dec," om Za held my hand.

"Salwa is hard to get, bang ! very long time ! that's a limited edition!" my nag.

"God willing at Salwa I will try to replace it!" said Mr. Jamal full of regret.

"Ah, it's okay sir, let me just !" answer me Za interrupted. Actually there is a sense of pleasure from om Za, because he was always upset, if I prefer to look at the face of another man's face just from a paper, only, and my smile that expands that the jealousy always arises.

Ka Aisyah who helps the house assistant makes dinner calls to eat.

"Come sir, ma'am, we'd better have dinner first" Za asked.

As he started to move and left beside his parents, Rayyan turned around and poked her tongue at me,

"Arrggghhhhh ! fix wants me to just eliminate that little devil !"

"That's a really good job !!!" my words are still there om Za beside me, he just laughs to see me who has pecak pecak annoyed.

"Patience deck, all children so, brother sure adek certainly can."

"There is also a good Rayyan scribble that poster, so you do not continue to admire men who are not your makhrom," said om Za made my lips pursed.

"Salwa don't want to know, you have to replace the Salwa poster that was damaged !!" my omel is a fire.

"Why should they deck. Is your makhrom less handsome?" ask her.

"That's Salwa's idol, bang !" whinek.

"Goddessa! I didn't promise !" the answer.

"Abang can tell om Ramli or om Mirza to look, Salwa tau brother must always be able to," my rent, because as I wish there is nothing that can not be done camat idol one, this one, but he was the only one who did not intend to find and replace it.

"Abang can indeed but unfortunately brother is not interested ! better now adek and om baby eat first, do not frown and continue to be embarrassed by the baby. The age of the umi he did not eat just because the poster was in the scribble scribble of people, children too !" om Za smiled with satisfaction, no need to use his hands directly or have his men steal my poster. Simply seen by Rayyan alone, the poster featuring a beautiful man typical of ginseng country was successfully damaged and I can not look at again every time.

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Today it is planned that Mr. Jamal will be taken on a tour around the coffee garden and the sorting process.

"Dragon!" whinekku "Salwa same baby come, bang!"

"Will not be tired?" ask her.

"Salwa can rest if you're tired" I replied.

Om Za looked down at my stomach "So baby wants to go with abi?" ask her.

"Yes abi !" myrag.

"Om the baby or his umi ?" his tanya tidied up my hair bringing it behind his ear.

"Two of them !" my answer.

My smile was a little wry when I saw that the leak that had managed to make me embarrassed yesterday also joined, somehow he was happy to tease me. Not to mention his running all day at home makes me dizzy 7 round, and the most visible to make me cry and not sleepy is when my limited poster is destroyed in the scribble by him. Is this what it's like to have a child? I hope my son won't be as thick as Rayyan. Or I could have died at a young age.

"Beautiful aunt is grumpy !!" her greeting.

What ??!!!! what call is that ???

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