Love Me Please, Uncle Camat

Lost ??

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"Rayyan !!" miranda's mother jolted at her son.

It was seen that Mirza and Aisyah were poking at her lips holding back a laugh.

"This is Salwa's rival" said Mirza.

"Ck, ngajak nih noisily nih son !" replied muttering.

"Tante Salwa went to the garden too ?" rayyan asked running towards me while Miranda maam was tailing behind.

I rolled a puffed-up eyeball, though,

"Engga! go to the mall !" I answered half-murmuring.

"Sir," said Za slowly.

"Salwa's abomination is bang," I whispered.

"Let's sir, it's better now to be afraid of the kesorean," asked om Mirza to represent om Za.

Along the way, it was Om Mirza who explained about the coffee plantation owned by om Za.

"Hot?" tanya om Za covered my face from direct sunlight, he took off the hat he was wearing and put it on my head covered with a veil.

"Thank you, but you'll get hot" I said.

"It's okay" he answered.

The more lope lope the same om camat this one. Where the body is strapping can protect and the arms are sturdy I feel good.

We entered a large coffee garden, stopping in the middle of workers harvesting coffee. To see the quality of the crop.

This vast garden can produce tons of coffee, guess how much Za once harvest, not to mention other plantations. Maybe you can buy crackers with the factory.

Amidst my daydreams about Za's income, Rayyan came closer and offered something.

"Tante Salwa see the caterpillar is funny?"

Just contact me immediately chuckled in shock and hid behind the big body of om Za.

"Well.ulet ! ticklish !!!" I hugged Za, Za pulled me into her arms.

The boy even laughed satisfied to see me keelian and closer the caterpillar.

"Yahhhh !! aunty period is afraid anyway," said Rayyan.

Mr. Jamal approached his son and grabbed his ear.

"What did the wean say? don't be naughty..!!" now Mr. Jamal can not resist the anger of his frustration again on the child. His face was flushed red, there was no friendly look from him anymore. Rayyan immediately fell silent he did not expect his nosy intentions ended the wrath of the father, he was really sorry, he ran while crying not towards his mother but in another direction.

"Rayyan !!" pekik Jamal sir and Miranda ma'am.

"Let Salwa be the one chasing bang," saw him scolded by his father, making me so unbearable to the boy, I know that even though the real nosy Rayyan is good, he only needs a playmate, he just needs a playmate, remembering from the story of Mr. Jamal himself yesterday he was so busy working and Ms. Miranda herself has a boutique.

"But deck, is it okay what ? let Ramli or Mirza alone, then cape!" answer om Za.

"It's okay, Rayyan is crying because of usilin Salwa!" my answer.

"You have a heart" said Om Za.

"Sir, ma'am let Salwa go after him" I said. They nodded. Mr. Jamal's face looks sad, he looks down, "sorry, yes in Salwa. Rayyan always do it, God willing all losses will be my responsibility. Is Salwa hurt?" ask Jamal sir.

"Ah, that's okay sir," I immediately walked over to where Rayyan was going, while occasionally shouting out a call to Rayyan.

Hoffff !!! that kid is nosy but baperan !! my mumbling mumbled.My steps were getting further and further away into the coffee garden.

"Rayyan !!!" I screamed a few times, but there was no reply from the little boy, only the sound of coffee leaves being swept away by the wind. I glanced at my watch, though,

"God almost wants ashar !!" I sped up my steps looking for Rayyan, while occasionally wiping the sweat. My legs are too sore to walk.

"Om baby, sorry umi, what's wrong baby?" I rubbed my stomach gently.

I sharpened my hearing, listening to a small sound from behind the coffee tree. My smile rose to see her little legs appear to arise from behind the small trunk of the coffee tree.

"Hey !" I turned my head to look at Rayyan.

"To cry??" I try to seduce.

"Aunty Salwa??!" it's ashentic. My eyes cheered, seeing his sad face made me even more unbearable, the anger that erupted suddenly disappeared grim and pity.

I picked up some coffee leaves and put them down for me to sit on.

"Boy boys can't cry!! if you say ban*ci !!" my word,

"Ban*ci what aunt?" I forgot that Rayyan is a 3-year-old kid, not even 4.

"Emmhhhh ban*ci is male but rich female. Rayyan wouldn't want to be teased by a rich woman? I'll be told to wear a skirt !" say again. Although my advice is anti-mainstream but powerful enough to make Rayyan speechless and according.

The boy wiped away the trail of tears with the back of his hand. He crouched down leaning on a log.

"When in the aunt's stomach there is a baby, but Rayyan nakutin aunt, is the baby is also afraid?" her tanyanya worried a little lisp in the letter R section of her.

"Dear baby brother ko, he's a rich man Rayyan, rich abi nya." I replied.

"Maybe Rayyan papih sprained because of fear Rayyan nakutin adek baby, Rayyan is already big so Rayyan should take care of the baby." I said again.

"Didn't papih hate Rayyan, auntie ? Rayyan wants to have a aunt play, Rayyan does not hate the same aunt. Precisely Rayyan seneng because Rayyan has a rich aunt play tea." honestly make my heart full.

Come on tears, don't melt at this time..!!

"Rayyan's weep doesn't hate Rayyan and I'm a big deal, so now we're home, aren't we friends??" askaku stretched out a little finger at Rayyan who was greeted cheerfully by Rayyan.

"Good boy !!" I'm shuffling his black hair.

"Come aunty, it's late in the afternoon as well as the baby's soy sauce !!" the answer is wake up immediately.

"Okaya Rayyan's brother," I immediately stood back up and patted my pants.

But I just realized I forgot the way home, because it was too busy looking for Rayyan I forgot to sign the way home.

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We had been walking for a long time but still did not find a direction near the starting place,

"Aante !! Rayyan cape !!" his weakness. Let alone Rayyan I was tired plus thirsty and hungry. My lower abdomen was also painful. Don't let anything happen in there.

"We sit for a while Rayyan, we're tired baby !" I replied directly sitting on the ground while fanning an already red face.

"Tante, Rayyan is thirsty ! Rayyan laper !" his weakness.

"Rayyan sat here, yeah !" my door. He's becoming a submissive son now to me.

"His aunt wants an afternoon, huh? rayyan's favorite movie is about to start !" the answer.

"Yes the power" I answered. Suddenly I miss Za, if now they are looking for me and Rayyan.

Elsewhere, a halfway building near a coffee garden, where coffee workers usually rest, some people are moving worried.

"Salwa seems to have forgotten the way home, Za !" said om Mirza gave a bottle of mineral water to om Za.

"Ram, call the employees to comb the coffee garden area !" call om Za. She also remembers me being pregnant. Understandably not accustomed to the vast coffee garden made me forget the direction of the road.

"Salwa, where you love," he murmured.

"Ram, I'm coming!" answer om Za.

"Za, you better stay here with Jamal and Miranda ! let us search, "pinta om Mirza.

"I'm sorry sir, many times I've told the father and wife, to make Miss Salwa also lost, " said Jamal.

"God willing my wife and son can be found sir, employees here have memorized the garden area !" za replied, Still calm.

"I stay with Mir" kekeh om Za.

"OK then, baby you wait here with Mr. Jamal and Ms. Miranda. If Salwa has been here first contact us as soon as possible !!" om Mirza said to Aisyah.

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"Rayyan we can't be desperate, yuu we'll walk again! is it his rest? dong spirit !!!" I said back, rather than a small coffee garden doang mah after all not the Amazon wilderness right. Count me as I searched and surrounded my husband's family's estate.

Rayyan stood back up, my clothes and hood wet with sweat, fix after coming home I want to immediately soak and shower and eat as much.

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The sky had begun to dim, the sign of the day had entered the twilight, it was bad if it was late at night, me and Rayyan were still in the garden, I glanced at the clock on my wrist, it's already six in the afternoon. Plus Rayyan who often complains and whines. It's getting me unsettled.

Kresekk...

kresekk...

My footsteps and Rayyan stopped hearing the noisy sound of leaves being stepped on and moving.

"What is aunt ??" ask Rayyan.

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"Tante doesn't know Rayyan either, but it's late afternoon we shouldn't stop !" I answered half a whisper.

Kresekk...

Kresekk..

"Look at that aunt !!!" Rayyan pulled at my hands that were holding each other with her hands.

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