Love Me Please, Uncle Camat

Vishnu Threat

Bismillah happy reading all😘

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The employment contract agreement has been signed, finally the cooperation was created. This large tender and long cooperation can be obtained by om Zaky. Being a coffee supplier and supplier of a large company makes the family plantation business om Zaky more successful.

"Well, don't you want to retire so early?" tanyaku sat next to om Za but patted his arm.

"The term of office is over, do not have to resign too soon brother will step down !" the answer.

"Keep brother will focus on being an entrepreneur? you're not gonna be singing again, are you?" tanyaku. Being a mom is not my passion.

"Abang just follow the voice of the community, if they want the leadership of brother continued, brother is ready to accept the position as a camat for the next period," he replied.

I hit Za's arm tight, " ohhh ko that! Salwa don't want ahhh!!" reject me, folding both hands on the chest. Honestly I object if om Za nominate again so camat.

"Salwa don't want to bang !!" whinekku, but om Za even chuckles to see my pouting face.

Roll over next door, I picked it up and hit it at om Za.

"Abang nyebelin..nyebelin.abi its om baby ngeselin !!" pekikku, om om this one even laughs satisfied.

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Mr. Jamal and his family dragged his suitcase, today they came home.

"Auntie, um. Rayyan go home first !" said the boy smiling.

Za and I who drove up to the front door drew smiles,

"Okay, don't be naughty !" my message while bertos ria with Rayyan.

"Don't miss Rayyan !!" the boy said it was inviting laughter.

"Idihhhh yes ! kangennya aunty has been taken all the same om Zaky and dede baby. It's not for anyone!" my answer.

"Sir Zaky, may our cooperation bring success and blessings !! for the inauguration of our cooperation, there will be an invitation to Mr. Zaky" said Mr. Jamal.

"God thank you !" answer om Za.

"By Salwa, Pak Zaky. Once again I apologize and thank you as much as I want to be bothered by our arrival !" said Miranda ma'am.

"It seems like Dik Salwa fits when to be my boutique ambassador model," I smiled and displayed my sweetener.

Looking at om Za as if asking for permission, know the possessive nature of my dead husband whose level of possessiveness exceeds the seventh sky. Makes me unable to take it for granted without his consent. There I am being pounced on by this hungry lion every day.

"God willing, ma'am" replied Za.

The three got into the car and were escorted by Mirza and Aisyah to the airport.

"real bang? Salwa could be the model ambassador of her boutique Miss Mira?" I follow behind Za.

"Engga !" the answer is short, the sparkling face turns like a house that turns off lights aka dim.

Just lifted into a soft blue cloud turned out to be just a camouflage answer to appreciate the offer of Miss Miranda. And this is the original . For a million reasons that are already stale.

"Abang does not want to be cape, your job is to be a good wife and mother, preening and being beautiful just for brother," the hand of the burly hand held both of my shoulders with a slight bow his lips kissed my forehead briefly. Short time of my approach with him.

"Well, what room is this?" my many. I think I just found this room this time.

"Just open it !" the answer. I opened the black door.Ilis was raised looking at the contents of this room.

"Well, this is serious ?!" my many.

"Yahoo !!" I'm in, Za's tailing behind. A karaoke room complete with a long sofa. I don't think there's gonna be anything like this in the middle of nowhere like a plantation house. Like finding an oasis in the desert, I'm not wasting this.

Immediately I turned on the music player, the Mom Za sitting on the sofa just watching me who was busy choosing songs. There is no perfect human being on this earth, including me. My face is beautiful, jovial too but my voice is not as good as the singer who often wara wiri on National television. I sing with a sweet voice.

I sing like a pantura artist in front of Za without shame, om Za just shook her head. Inexhaustible with the intelligence of his magic wife as high as this sky.

Om Mirza came with Aisyah, they went into the karaoke room.

"Jeez Sal, ckck...want to change profession to be a pantura songstress?" ask Mirza to laugh. I invited Ayesha to sing and choose a song. Ka Aisyah who felt challenged came to sing with me, while the two men sat on the sofa. Choose to be a loyal audience. Just don't forget the sawer.

Both are cool to stare at two impromptu singers with abal abal abilities, although a discordant sound but for both of them it may be a blessing. It is true that besides being blind, love is deaf.

"For Salwa's sake, " complained Mirza.

"That smile is what I have to keep up at all times, Mir!" said om Zaky with eyes that look at me fixed, his eyeballs can not be separated from me who was giggling with Aisyah ka. With my stomach bulging I still dance nari although I can not prance prancing.

"My coat is the same loe Za, I think loe will never meet someone and can be so much the same woman," said Mirza.

"Salwa was born just for me .." he said arrogantly.

"The words of someone who is past bucin," replied om Mirza who joined me and ka Aisyah.

I chose to sit down, after simply taking off the bored and sweaty tone. It turns out that just singing is not clear just enough to drain energy.

I fanned my slightly sweaty face, grabbed a glass of juice in front of what Za had asked from the housekeeper.Hand om Za stretched out wiped the sweat on my forehead.

"The noodles are baby, don't be too cape !!" said om Za.

"Bang," call me to say something to Za, which has been in my heart for some time but I have not been able to tell Za.

"Hem ?" her firm eyes looked at me.

"Salwa kangen Jakarta, after UAS Salwa wants to go to Jakarta bang," he asked.

"But maybe we can't take long, or just wait for the weekend when you're off?" answer it with another question.

"Well, let Salwa be alone."

"No," he answered coldly, shaking his head. Should I soak it in hot water so that it warms up a little.

"Bang, Salwa misses Jakarta. Salwa kangen Acha," I asked with a stop. I have been leaving Jakarta for almost a year.

He remained silent. "Abang just deliver Salwa, if it can not stay there," I replied again giving an option. He sighed "will you consider it later," replied Za.

I kept quiet and preferred to lean my back on the sofa and watch the next Anang Ashanty in front of me.

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Today I'm UAS, after yesterday we came back from the plantation house. I covered the uniform with a jacket.

"Don't forget bismillah said, do it right!" he said as my hands buttoned his safari uniform. It was like a teacher who was giving advice to his students.

"Yes, don't be told Salwa also know, it's already !!" I cried, then took the watch and gave it to om Za.

"Sir, the more plump it is," he chuckled. My eyes twisted.

"Say it fat," maybe for the next few weight problems will be a sensitive topic for me.

"Grubber is not fat, sexy !" the answer is to correct his words.

Indeed, my weight rose even though it did not make my chin stacked and still contain the appropriate. But it still makes me uncomfortable.

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"Assalamualaikum bumil !" whispered Nur and Uni welcomed me from the gate.

"Waalaikumsalam!" I replied in reply to their wry sting. A pinch of leatherback wuluh.

"Do not emphasize fitting the singles section also times !" nag them. I chuckle.

"Sal, do you know the gossip circulating in our school?" ask them, I shake. Where I know, because I was too busy learning to be a good wife and role model, I have retired from the coin of people's lives.

"The news is that Vita will soon be married off to High School" they replied.

"Huh??! ko can?" many surprised.

"She said she was caught alone with men until paraded citizens!!" reply Uni, the school gossip dime account.

"Walking together with a guy to be paraded?" I ask who does not know the culture of the people here.

"This is so Sal, should not go alone with the non-makhrom especially at night" replied Nur.

I just found out, thankfully me and Mirza are married to be paraded no problem.

"Who is that man?" my question is, now my level of curiosity is increasingly becoming so, who would think a man who wants to walk with a girl like nene dampir just out of the academy stand up comedy like Vita.

"You know ko!"

" Who?" ask again.

"Vishnu, Sal!!" answer Uni. Not yet the mouth of the dry Union the person being talked about was behind pulling my hand and pulling it to follow him.

"Eh.." I screamed.

"Sal...!!"squealing my two friends.

"I borrowed Salwa for a second !!" vishnu.

It's crazy that this man, will be married still pull the hand of the wife of the person.

"Deliver !! not makhrom !!" I pulled my hand.

"Sal, tell me you're not married to Mr. Zaky and I'll cancel my match with Vita !!" he said with his eyes staring hard. Is this man already sane or do I need to tampol with clogs so that the brain in the cranium of his head is working a little.

"What??!" my many. Wasn't that troubled time yesterday enough to prove to him my relationship with Zaky on this man.

" You are crazy Nu, you want to get married and still pursue other people !" my sarcasm.

"Quick say Sal !!" his jolt.

"Unfortunately you think wrong, because I am indeed the wife of Mr. Zaky !!" my answer.

"Sir Zaky isn't my brother or om, but my husband !" I'm tired of this guy.

The bell rings as the sign the exam is about to begin.

"Bell, I don't want to be late for the exam!" I want to get out of there, though,

"Sal, tell me it's a lie if I don't spread the news to one school !!" he said it made me shake my steps.

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