Love Me Please, Uncle Camat

Bumil's strange request

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Flashbacks

"Assalamualaikum mr. Zaky, good morning," said business partner om Za who came with his secretary.

Om Za and om Mirza were surprised to see their business partner's secretary.

"Zaky, Mirza !!" sapana.

"Susan ??" muttered both.

" Do you know each other?" ask mr. Ilham.

"Yes sir, Mr. Zaky and Mr. Mirza were my former college friends in Jakarta."

Both are welcome in.

"Salwa is not home yet, if Salwa there are mamposss loe Za!!" mummified om Mirza.

The four talked in the workspace om Za, so far the conversation about work. Although Susan had stolen a look at Za but not this man. Even clearly the photo of a small figura in front of the desk om Za is my photo.

"Za, I'm kebelet.." whispered om Mirza. Narrated by om Za.

"Excuse me for a second," he gave the other's permission.

"Wahhh I think your plantation is quite extensive Mr. Zaky !" said mr. Ilham.

"That's not all mine, after all, the treasure is just a mere deposit of Mr. Ilham" replied om Zaky.

"What is your coffee plantation plan ?" ask Mr. Ilham who pointed to a large display of plantation plans and warehouses behind the door.

"Can I see it ?" ask mr. Ilham.

"Please sir !"

Susan who was in front of om Za stared fixedly at the man she once liked, until now she had not been able to move on from him.

One more woman failed to move on around om om hot abinya om baby. The charm of om Za is comparable to the charm of Indonesia.

My feet set the floor of the plantation house, immediately turned towards the living room, which I found was a housekeeper.

"Mom, where's your brother?" my many.

"Sir Zaky in the study, ma'am, there's a guest, I'm asking you not to be disturbed !" answer . I'm nodding.

From inside came the voice of a woman who sounded surprised.

The careless Susan wanted to reach for the glass but instead she nudged it until it fell, the flashing of the glass hit her leg, om Za who was nearby reflexively approached.

"Awshhhh !!" strangler

"Susan, heart of heart !"

"Argghh is bleeding Za" he replied. Om Za helps get rid of glass debris.

Mr. Ilham who saw the P3k box next to the plantation plan immediately took the box.

I opened the half door, which I saw Za kneeling before the woman called Susan, worrying about Susan.

" Does it hurt ?" ask about Za.

Surprised, is this Susan the campus theme.

"Abang !!" muttered

"Sir !!" Om Za is moving.

"So this is called do not be disturbed !" muttered.

"Sorry Mr. Inspiration, Susan can I stay a while. My wife is coming" explained Za.

"Please sir, let my Susan treat me."

Om Za came out to chase me, "Za it's Salwa !" said by Mirza.

"Gue know, Mir please have aunt clean the broken glass in the study !!" pinta om Za hurriedly chased after me, who had already misunderstood.

Flashback off

"I want to go home !!" I answered with a breath of gasping breath because my heart was already hot.

"Sir !! wait a minute, you can explain !!" said it. Om Za grabbed my hand.

Confused Afrian feels like he is going awry and confused.

"Dian !!! let's go back !!" my snapping.

"Ian, you enter sajan let brother and Salwa settle the misunderstanding that occurred !!" om Za looks serious.

I glared at Afrian, threatening him not to leave.

"Ian, if you don't come in, you'll easily take your father's company !!" za's sharp gaze certainly scared Afrian.

"Yes ahhah, I threatened everything !!" Afrian went into the house.

"Daddy, you can explain. Listen to me !!" said om Za with a clash because I continue to rebel.

"Abang has dared to yell at Salwa now? want to explain what? do you want to say again the same reunion alumni hearts??" aska. My tears were ready to slide, but I held back. It won't be that easy. I'm not that weak.

"Not so, I know between brother and Susan there was never any relationship. We even talked about it first. Do you not believe in the same brother? has there been no trust for my brother? and this is what is coming home without telling brother, the phone is shut off, do you know brother is like a mad man waiting for news from brother's wife," his cerocosnya as if blurred the contents of the heart.

I just feel confused, wrong om Za who yelled at me om Za but why I was cornered.

"The wrong gate then the brother who snapped, but Salwa who was cornered, what a great brother this !!" back answer.

"Okay brother apologized, brother was too emotional to see the scene arrived after there was no news and saw a misunderstanding just now," he explained.

I kept quiet, not wanting to argue anymore.

"Let's go in, let's talk about this inside !" om Za was embracing me from the side taking me inside. My weakness that can't be angry for long.

My eyes are peeking at Susan, apparently this is Susan who used to love om Za. Enough okay !! his body is like a Spanish guitar while I?? like a ukulele because of the obvious difference in height, plus my belly is distended because there is life in it, makes me not care. My body is in its fertile period to develop, developing sideways, front and back, like a bemo.

Om Za took me in and sat on the couch in her study.

"Meet me Mr. Ilham, Susan. This is my wife Salwa Zahratunissa !" said om Za. Susan smiled bitterly at me, how could her beautiful and mature person who was also perfect was defeated only by a young girl like me. She is even pregnant with Za's child.

I want to make out the woman's eyes. Looking at me from top to bottom.

"I'm Inspiration, and this is my secretary Susan !" answer mr. Ilham.

I clenched my hands together "Salwa" I replied.

"So Susan dropped the deck glass, Sir Ilham also witnessed it because he was inside too !" obviously om Za.

"Sorry deck Salwa" said Susan.

"Call mom Zaky !!" my answer.

"Yeah??" gawking. Om Mirza just poked her lips, hearing my tiny, pungent lips were issuing her ultimatum. Finally Susan felt the ospek of Zaky's wife. For sure after this he will feel stale.

"Yes Bu Zaky," his tongue was itching to say the sentence, it felt like he was being ridiculed by a small child.

"Then I'm sorry to interrupt Susan's father and aunt meeting with my husband, please continue" I replied.

"Salwa's favorite gate, Salwa wait for your brother outside !!" I answered deliberately making Susan's ears feel burning, if it could be charred all of you. Don't forget I spiked the kiss on Za's cheek. Om Za actually felt bad, but he also wanted to laugh laughing at my silly behavior.

Spicy speech wrapped as sweetly as possible, was the chili in my mouth soaked in a sugar solution? so sweet in speech but piercing and spicy in the delivery of the meaning.

I walked out of the room, into my room.

My steps paced back and forth, wondering what was being talked about, would they talk about their past??

It is not impossible that they will come back close if the cooperation goes on. And Susan will try to get close to Za. Not a few ustadz who are polygamous, so strong faith is not able to resist the temptation of beautiful women out there, let alone om Za?? aunt Cut just brightly willing to be my honeymoon.

I stood by the window to see how hot it was this afternoon.

Chequelek

The door opened, Om Za loosened his tie and opened his suit.

"So, would you like to explain what you've done to your brother?" her question approached, I just looked. Still feeling upset, the shadow of Za who was kneeling, even though it was just getting rid of the shard, so as not to hurt anyone made me unable to not feel jealous. Why should that concern be with Susan, if I am Za om I have left the bells scattered let Susan step on it. Who knows he's immune like debus and lumping horses.

"What's wrong, intentionally let brother sprain !!" ketus.

He pulled me into his arms "assalamualaikum o baby? was your Umi naughty while in Jakarta there?" her question kissed my stomach.

"Tell me the same, believe the same abi," he rubbed.

"Why did you suddenly come home?" ask her.

"You'll see you and Susan !" I replied again, om Za sighed tired, what else should explain it.

"What do you have to do to believe?" ask her.

I raised my eyebrows next to "what would you want Salwa, if Salwa wants to buy cotton candy with his brothers??" many challenging. It is impossible for Za to be able to fulfill my request that impressed like a Roro Jonggrang on Bandung Bondowoso.