Don't Call My Name
Za, Love U

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The girl had refused, even rebelled and almost shouted so Sammy had to muffle his voice with both hands. However, after Sammy's lure that he just wants to deliver a very important news, Mauza finally wants to obey him when he takes her away somewhere.

“Go a minute yes, Sir. Don't tell Papa that I'm leaving. I have the same interest of this man,” Mauza told security who was on guard at the gate.

“I promise I won't make a macem-macem,” so Sammy says over and over again as they travel to make Mauza sure of him.

“It looks like you are a hobby to take me away, deh,” said Mauza when they reached the edge of the park, “not afraid of being scolded by Papa, yes?”

Sammy just smiled showing his puppy eyes.

“Ih, cute snobs.”

“Emang I'm cute,” he said very confidently.

“Not cute, but amit-amit. By the spit, he said to say important.”

“Nothing matters very much, Miaw. Only miss doang.”

“So you tricked me?” mauza's question is intimidating.

“Iya!” answer Sammy straightforwardly. Without fear of danger.

“How dare you trick me, Sam?!”

“I like to cheat you, I like to force you, I like to kidnap you, and I like everything about you. It's clear?”

“Sammyyyyyyy!?” Mauza. Suddenly he removed his own to hit the object. But Sammy continued to avoid so that there was a chase between the two of them. Even Mauza almost fell because of his own gamis if Sammy did not catch his body.

At first Mauza was angry and upset. But because of constantly being ridiculed and sneered by the stray Korean Man, somehow his anger slowly disappeared. What is, Mauza even became a part of the laugh.

Ugh, Mauza is anxious to hit Sammy's head with his footwear. Honey, it's so hard to hit Sammy's body that he's tired of chasing after her.

Sammy, a photographer, candidly photographed Mauza for her own collection. The pictures, too, were very random. Some are mangap, mingkem, grimacing, bristling, mebek and others. Sammy was about to stop when Mauza was about to cry.

“Remove the photo plis. I'm sure I must be really ugly in there ..” he said very pleading.

“You're more beautiful, really. Very different from the previous,” said Sammy was not lying to please his heart. Because the truth is so.

“No need to grayu-ngrayu. Will not be. Here's the camera, I deleted it myself!”

Sammy apply terms, “Cium first just delete.”

“Ogah, amit-amit. That's the same as changing self-esteem.”

“Ya already ... let it be here.” Sammy's answer was completely flat. As if every word Mauza said wasn't that important to him.

“Sammy!” Mauza called back.

“What, Honey? Ciye kept calling me. Kangen must have not seen.” in a long time

“In addition to the rese, believe yourself too late, Sam.”

Both are still fighting. No one wants to budge especially Sammy, so Mauza resigned only when the ugly photos stored there. He gave up instead of getting tired of arguing that there was almost no end to it.

“Review if you get desperate bring my photo to the shaman!” threaten Mauza's.

“Ngak up in use also you already love me, Miaw.”

Mauza rolled her eyeballs. But it cannot be denied, it seems that the speech is indeed true. At least the liking did exist and he realized it was because of their togetherness all along. It's just that, Mauza always covered it to keep the feelings of others who first liked Sammy.

It is also not good for women to express love first. Although it is legitimate to do if it is the only way, if the man is insensitive or too long to hang the relationship they are living.

Of these ways, many are successful, although many also see that it is a lowly act. Because in Islam itself, the fact is that women must have shame.

If his declaration of love is accepted. Refused it?

Maybe it feels like being pelted with shit full of shit.

Still here, Mauza questions why Sammy is at home and why he can follow her back. “It wasn't that time you were fired? Have you been scolded by Opa too?”

“Emang,” Sammy replied briefly and did not care much.

“Kok answer is doang, not clear,” Mauza is anxious himself, “ayolah answer that is true. Don't let me die curious.”

“Task the same Mr. Ustaz dong, why I was invited.”

“I asked you again, don't even throw it to someone else. Just answer me what's hard, Ants?”

“If I am lazy answer how?”

“Serah.”

Mauza stood up, asking Sammy to drive her home immediately because she felt they had been gone too long. Could be serious and long business if Papa and Mama find out, he went with Sammy.

After all, other than Mauza being unable to have a proper and reasonable answer, the girl was also not good at lying to her parents.

Sammy replied, “Not yet dating, Miaw.”

Really called Miaw Sammy, am I a kitten?

“Serious want to go home now?” ask Sammy to make sure.

“It is, tomorrow time?”

“Promise later to home kolang-kaling, yes!”

“What language is it, Sam?”

Sammy bends his three middle fingers to leave his thumb and pinky fingers, then attaches them to the ears.

“Ribet.” Mauza.

“You are lola.”

Sammy patted the rear motorcycle seat as they arrived at the motor park. “Aliklah, Mr Princess!”

Mauza sits on a sidewalk on Sammy's bike. The motor is speeding. Like intentional, Sammy repeatedly braked suddenly if he found the police sleeping. So many times it was also Mauza's head hit his back.

“Searching for opportunities huh? Let me tack?” Mauza shot him with this question. He knows what a guy like Sammy's brain is almost 100% full of dirty thoughts. Piktor, pyxum, pickar, picjor.

Sammy just shut up.

“Can slow down anyway? I'm afraid of falling,” protest Mauza.

“Say you want to cepet until?” answer Sammy.

“Cepet up to Rahmatullah you mean?”

“Means the handle, put both your hands on my belly,” reply the man.

It's just a mode, Mauza knows what this stump lizard means. But on the other hand, he still wanted to survive. Therefore, Mauza was forced to wrap her hands around Sammy's waist, which was occasionally responded to by gentle strokes on the back of her hands.

“Haram, Sam. The Haram! Don't hold it!”

I want Mauza to teach him a lesson. Honey, again he remembered Sammy was driving. He was afraid that the man was off guard and eventually things happened that were not desirable.

The asphalt underneath was very hard. The surrounding vehicles were huge and the speed was tight. Ih amit-amit. He didn't want his head to leak let alone get to it on the spot.

There was no choice but to hold back. So Mauza thinks if he wants to always be safe.

Five minutes passed.

“Za?” call Sammy.

“What?”

“No, just make sure. There is no sound anymore.”

Mauza did not respond.

“Za?”

Mauza. He was very upset with Sammy who repeatedly called him. “Moreover geez, by the way not all aja.”

“Love u!”

Silent. Mauza could not reply because he was too confused about what to answer. Mauza thought a vast and deep abyss stretched out in front of him. This reality is not easy to conquer.

Srit!

Motorcycle tire squeaking. Both arrived in front of the house. Walking quietly, they walked through the side door that led to the back. But when Mauza turned his head, he was surprised because Sammy still followed him.

“You why follow me? You go through the front. If gini how we can be caught out of going with.”

“Let them not know, but God is Seeing, Mauza.”

Although Sammy's response was correct, but somehow Mauza was so upset to hear it. Sammy this is Oneng or what? Satan is preaching the devil.

“Ehmm!?”

But a second later, the sound of Deheman being deliberately hardened just now, made the two quickly turn their heads.

“Papa?” Mauza gasped at the sight of the figure of the man already facing them at the door. “I can clear, Pa. Sammy took me. I said I didn't want to. He's the one I made to follow him because there's something important to talk about. But up there I lied to her, Pa. It turns out that he just wants to do me he said .. bla.. bla .. bla. .. so if Papa wants to get angry, Papa mara ..”.

One hand of Yudha raised to make Mauza's explanation stalled. Miraculous. Only Yudha could stop the speed of the Jonggol train.

“Already, you Papa just marry me. Papa Ketar-ketir see you guys go huddling like this. Sammy, get your dowry ready!”

Sammy froze in place.

“Za, I want to faint, please hold on.”

“If you want to faint, then faint. Why should info first?”

Seriate.

Time and place are welcome, Sammy. If you want to faint, detergent mothers are ready to tackle.