Don't Call My Name
S2-Abang Meatballs

Read the previous chapter before this chapter, yes! Because there's a final part I revised.

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“Do you mind my call? I can replace it,” said Alma immediately sensitized as soon as he saw the sudden change in the look of Umar's face.

“Yes it! This cool time called the brother baso, let's come here I want to buy.” Umar even sang.

But in the heart only. There was no way Umar said it directly because it could offend him as well.

“As far as you go, Al. The important thing is not to call me deceased,” replied Umar because he could not answer in other words. Because it's even more unusual if he tells her to call Daddy mom, they don't have kids yet.

Alma smiled hearing that. Umar is funny too, huh?

“What dowry would you like from me?” Umar asked.

“Serah Bang Umar. The important thing is not to burden you, but also not to humiliate me,” replied Alma to make Umar saddened.

“Thank God you understood. The rich man is my father. I'm just an ordinary worker who can't do anything if the boss has dropped an order.”

Umar nodded in agreement.

There was actually a curiosity in Umar's heart how the view from behind that face. But he was too prestigious to want to see her now. A few days ago, he rejected it.

Ah, yeah that's it. After all, later will also see if it is legitimate. More than just looking. Umar hopes, hopefully Alma does not disappoint him. Her ashes alone are handsome, her son's time is the opposite.

Mauza likes to sniff! Fortunately, he did not believe very much the same words the stove melted its twin which sometimes makes people difficult to sleep. He really likes to fuck it up.

But Umar remained dear. Mauza was the only brother closest to her. Understandably, they are twin brothers. There is an emotional bond that has been established since they were in the womb that is almost impossible to break. Therefore, as often as they fight, in the end Umar will not be able to stand far from him.

“Bang Umar!” call Alma then.

Umar raised both eyebrows looking at the veiled girl, then asked her to continue further.

“Bang Umar want us to stay where after getting married?”

“As far as you are, Al. You are comfortable living where. I ngikut aja. Anyway, I was just sleeping. I work.”

Eh? Whahuh?

Kok, Alma was very upset with Umar's words just now. What does Umar mean? How come there are all sleeping words? At the same time, there is no term sleeping if they are married. Because the son-in-law is also the son of his parents.

“If I want us to stay alone no papa?” pinta Alma be careful. “I think besides being more comfortable, we can be independent and have privacy.”

“So?” Umar responded and Alma nodded.

“Alright, I prepare,” said Umar although in the end the man grumbled in his heart. More spending, more spending.

On the way home, Umar thought hard. How do you find a home in a fast time? Because some of the rental housing units owned by his father have been contracted all over the next year.

“Please ask the rich person to be ashamed, no?”

Umar typed a message for Rayyan, then sent it. But out of doubt, he removed it again. Pause a few minutes, he type again, then send again, then deleted again. And so on until she upset herself and ended up throwing her phone on the floor.

“Ngapain anyway, I ask her please?!” it means to yourself who always put forward his prestige.

However, when Umar turned his head again towards his phone, the man saw his screen lit up followed by a ringing call. The name listed there is the name Tukimin. The name of her brother's cell phone contact that Umar accidentally named so when he was upset with her. Well, danger if Rayyan finds out. He could have been hung from a chili tree.

“If you want to talk come directly here. Coincidentally we've gone home,” that's just Rayyan's speech after the call in his receipt.

Maybe Ray was surprised because since then, Umar was seen typing a message, but never sent by him. One message was sent but deleted again. Kan, weird.

Not wanting to wait for the night, Umar immediately slid into the house of his brother-in-law. There, he was welcomed by security because they had recognized him, except for Si Devi who almost drove him out because he thought he was asking for a donation. Oh, goddamn.

“You don't know who I am?” ask Umar as soon as Devi finished talking as well as he did. “I Umar your employer's sister. Pak Yudha Al Fatir's.” Umar.

Makes Devi gasp. Eyes widened. Lips gawking. Even a cooking cutting board could enter his mouth.

“Hey, hurry there call him inside!” tell Umar to be half annoyed at the careless girl.

“Sorry, Mom. I-I didn't know that it was her sister. Not similar,” Devi bluntly did not care if it sounded bitter in the ears of Umar. “Before, I call Ustaz first.”

Devi ngibrit inward. Afraid of the same guy. Just look at his muscular hands, horrified.

Umar massaged his temple. Geez, why is everyone he met today making a concussion?

A few minutes Umar waited on the terrace, Rayyan finally came out to meet him and pulled a chair to sit in front of him. The man was only wearing a white sarong and sweatshirt at the moment. Her hair is also messy. Must've run out hemm....

Lha, why even think there? Gosh darn. Umar suspected, must have been a lot of his brain dirt now. The evidence that came out that screeched all.

In fact, it has become his habit to dress like that if Ray is at home.

“Who's coming, By?” ask Zara from the inside.

“Ada Umar ...” say Rayyan from the outside.

“Oh ... Si Umar.”

“What do you need?” rayyan asked her sister, who was only two years younger than her. A fairly adult age actually. But his mindset is still like a high school boy who still likes to play around and have fun. But it's not the time for that anymore.

“Alma asks to stay alone after marriage. But the thing is, the funds haven't been that much. So I want to borrow first with you,” replied Umar directly explaining his intentions and interests.

“Where's your money been all this time, Mar? You were given Papa the trust to manage the business and several rental home units.”

“Kak, plis!” sela Umar's. “I'm in need of your help. Not to count. Of course I still have. But for other more important purposes. Wedding is not cheap. Come on, help me. You're rich now. Help me a little bit not want?”

“Not so ...” said Rayyan took a deep breath.

“By!” call Zara from the inside. Not without reason he didn't come out. He is not wearing a hijab right now. It's on top and he's lazy to take it because it's too far.

“Shortly,” said Rayyan headed inside and back after a while later.

“Zara has an empty house. Still good. There was a house assistant there too. Combat it! Take care of that house.”

Rayyan handed me the address card. The house is the house that Zara used to live in while still struggling with conflict with her mother. Zara did not want to take it off because there are still too many mementos stored there.

“How much price should I pay?”

“No need, you just need to take care of yourself from the itchy caterpillars that like to hug you in any place. Change, Umar! Pity Alma and cherish your marriage!”

Oh ... So Rayyan told Papa? Oh my goodness. Just make more gedeg. If only he could not remember the man had just helped him, Umar would have choked his neck right now.

Okay, no problem. Umar did not want to prolong the issue. After all, Papa already knows. Can't be stopped let alone plucked from his memory.

“Oke, thanks for the help, Brother. Give my gratitude to your wife. I'm home!” Umar grin wide. He breezed away.

While the left only the head gears saw it. Umar oh, Umar. When changed?

Seriate.

In waiting Umar bucin same Alma not nih?