Don't Call My Name
S2-Had Black!

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A month passed after Andrea and Zunaira's application event took place at the Cafe. The wedding preparations were done. Both just wait for that day to arrive, which is planned to be done tomorrow in one of the hotel buildings in the East Jakarta area.

Zunaira is always pounding if she remembers what will happen tomorrow. Happy day with Andrea. A fortune in life, indeed only one, can marry the person we love. Living with him. Forever.

“As per Cafe's name. Cafe Memories that create beautiful memories. You are a witness to how we were reunited.”

The newly written caption by Zunaira was directly uploaded to social media by the Owner. A few minutes later, I got a reply from someone.

“Hopefully happy,” write account @Sammy_yunchen.

Zunaira slightly widened as she read. Didn't think Sammy would comment on the caption after how long they never interacted with each other again.

Ah, Nai's awkward. He was too confused, what the right words to reply to his brother were. Nai was afraid that there was a misunderstanding between them.

But because he did not want to be judged arrogant, Nai finally replied to just that.

“Aamiin,” as it is written.

Before long, there were comments from other accounts that only sent him pictures of one red heart. Who else if not the Cold?

“Begini doang?” Nai pouting. He did not know how their relationship would be after marriage. Is Andrea going to stay this cold? Oh, naw. It would be very stiff to face him.

Nai gregetan's. He also replied by sending a message.

Zunaira: so is the comment? Can't be lengthened anymore?

For a while, Andrea read, then typed in a message.

The fridge: what dear?

Zunaira: you know ah! (adding pouting emoticons).

The fridge: see you tomorrow.

“Look yes, same marriage as a man who has been married?” Zunaira muttered to herself. “To the point.”

Frankly, Zunaira is a young girl who still likes to joke. I always wanted to be wooed with sweet words. But unfortunately, it seems like the type of man like Andre will not be able to realize his wishes. In addition to their age difference is very far, maybe the man is also full first dating his ex-daughters! And now, it was time for him to live seriously. Huh, not cool.

“Know that I nyari who flocked. Oops!” Zunaira immediately closed her own mouth and pulled her speech back, “no can't be messed up, Nai. Whatever God loves is best for you. He's your soul mate now, so have to accept what he is. Who knows if he could change in a long time.”

While in another room, a husband and wife lay in his bed. It was still too early to do the activity so they used the opportunity to laze around. Both of them stared at the screens of their phones.

“Sam!” call Mauza put down her phone. Ask the man to look. “Sam!”

Because Sammy never turned his head, Mauza nodded her head to the man's side. In order to see what Sammy was doing so he ignored her call.

Sammy is focused on playing the game, but how surprised Mauza when he saw a reply notification on it that showed a Zunaira account.

“You are comments?” ask Mauza negative thinking.

“Nevent having a face romance. We are just replying to comments. If you don't believe see for yourself,” reply Sammy. He immediately played the game again without further questioning. Which without Sammy guessing, became a seed of trouble among them in the morning.

Since then, he has discovered something strange about his wife. Mauza who is usually chatty turns cold on him. He looked at it as necessary and only wanted to talk when he asked.

Sammy was astonished. In his mind wondering, does this have anything to do with the matter earlier?

“Za, where's my jacket?” Actually Sammy already knows where it is, but he was looking for a topic so that the iceberg could melt immediately.

Mauza put Sammy's jacket on the bed, following the bag her husband wanted to take on the motorcycle. Everyone is ready there to avoid being asked more questions.

“Za?”

“Hem.”

“Mauza!”

“Everything is ready. What else is lacking?” Mauza said without coming face to face with her. It was clear that Mauza was avoiding eye contact with her.

“Mauza?!” call Sammy in a higher tone. His jaw was hard. Upset because Mauza did not want to appreciate it even a little after the various efforts he had done.

Unable to be treated as such, Sammy approached Mauza. Holding her shoulders and bringing her face closer. “See my eyes, Mauza!”

“Ngak!” reject quickly.

“See my eyes!” Sammy repeated it more emphatically. He continued to do so until Mauza finally looked at him.

Then as many.

“You are why the hell?” asked Sammy inexhaustible, “no wind no rain, suddenly you sulk like this. Kan, you once said to yourself, if there is anything that is a story so that it can be solved the problem. Now tell me, what was my mistake? Let me fix it.”

“Yes Allah Mauza ..” Sammy breathed into the air. “For such trivial things only you become like this. You jealous?”

Mauza did not answer other than her increasingly monstrous lips and watery eyes.

“Don't let the house people hear this, Za. Not good,” said Sammy rubbed Mauza's cheek with his finger.

“Jealousness cannot be?”

“Yes can not, if your jealousy is excessive. What am I doing?”

“Tuh proof Nai said memories.”

“Everything is read well, Maemunah! She made a caption for her future husband. Not for me. Hihh, tired I have a hini kok, gini very suspicious!” Sammy was anxious himself when explaining it. “Somewhere maybe Nai dared to do that crazy as her brother's own husband. What's crazy?”

Curious, Mauza also opened his phone again to research the post. After a clear view, Mauza turned back. Haduh, shame up to ubun-ubun. It turned out that the caption was addressed to Andrea and was responded directly by the man in question, with a picture of the heart.

“Udah understand now? Get dong!”

Sammy's question made Mauza smile. God fucking. Sammy even mocked him now.

“Why? Afraid that your handsome husband is weird?”

“Ngak!” elak Mauza's.

“If you want to be disappointed also think of times, yes time want the same house person. They both have a couple again. You could say I'm not sane, Za. Anyway, why the hell, you are so sensitive. PMS yes?”

AN PMS? Since when is Mauza PMS?

Mauza has never had any PMS symptoms. Mauza never showed any meaningful changes if he approached his monthly guests. The woman is like a buffalo who does not feel too much pain.

Am I pregnant? Inner thinks?

“Dah, yuk! Temenin I have breakfast. I want to go straight away, because you want to find a meeting place for your brother and his partner later there,” invite Sammy. “Do not have to think about it again, bebai an jay!”

“Can you not talk about anjayani-anjayani? Tar if anyone is horrified in a cosine, you know?”

“All of you want to be in the classroom, in fines. Tar long time all citizens of this country can go to jail.”

And they went down together. It just so happened that both his parents and Umar were there.

“Where's Umar? Are you ready to meet the woman you mean?” ask Papa to the brat.

Not long after, Umar nodded. Nodding the forced look.

“Tomorrow the girl will come as her Abi meets our invitation. All of you want to introduce you. Name Almahyra.”

“Iya, Pa,” Umar nodded.

From his expression Umar seemed to object. But he was no longer able to resist his parents. His life depends on them. Afraid all his cards are blocked again and all his facilities are revoked.

“Ciye, Umar wants to be betrothed to Alma,” said Mauza after sitting next to him. Sammy was next to him again.

“Whispering, lo!” ''' Umar said full of threats.

“I know the guy, Mar. He was my college friend,” whispered Mauza was not afraid at all. But managed to lure a curious in the heart of Umar.

So that when everyone had gone from the breakfast table, Umar was waiting for the right moment to ask his twin. “Where is that girl?”

“The girl is good, Mar. But, maap-maap, yes. I have to be honest so you won't be too surprised. Alma was ordinary. Fat again. Face black!” he's very convincing.

Hearing that Umar glared. He could not believe that papaya could match him with such an ugly woman. Is this why he wears a veil? To cover his black face?

“What's black?” Umar asked again. He believes Mauza's statement.

“Yes black anyway, because he used to like heat. Love the activities that are out of the field, so his face is charred, strip away! You know, now it's like what.”

Mauza keeps pumping.

Geez, Umar is getting more and more heartless. Even just to get to know him, it doesn't feel right. Keep looking for Sarah everywhere. Inside out again.

Lha, how did his mind become agitated?

Umar ruffled his hair in frustration. Why is my fate so bad, his mind continues to curse.

Seriate.

We work with Umar Yok!😂

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