Don't Call My Name
S2 - Aunt Ganjen

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Alma's lips were so sweet as she welcomed her husband to the house. He repeated his words again like on the phone earlier, “Wicked, huh. Go not say. Not invited either.”

Umar is anxious to not be able to bear to me***** the lips of the monstrous Alma. Of course, all women will definitely be treated like that even though he is having a severe snack.

“Sorry,” is all that Umar said because he could not answer with another sentence anymore. The man pointed out the coffee and snacks he bought as an excuse.

“Just buy ginian aja must go everything? Kan, stay message.”

Umar scratched his head. Inexhaustibly Alma suspected his passing, Oh God. What if he was cheating? This world will collapse.

“Sometimes there are times when men also want to go alone. Either for work or other important business. So in the future do not be surprised again, yes. The important thing is I'm not a macem-macem, right?” he explained that tomorrow such things will happen often.

“That, huh? I'm just afraid you're wrong friends or wrong relationships.”

“I know my limitations.” Umar took Alma to their room to warm up, after a few days he was cold in the hospital.

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A week has passed since Alma recovered from her fever. The s*sexual activity has also returned to normal as usual. There are no complaints of pain or pain like yesterday again, because now it has changed into an activity that is very fun and they always miss if the night meets.

Alma was no longer shy with Umar. Not infrequently, it was she who seduced her husband first so that Umar was provoked later.

Not just at home and work. Alma also often took her husband to science assemblies. To increase their knowledge of their religion. Occasionally also visit the house of Abi and Umi Zul to let go of longing. Then the house of Mama Vita every week to gather, share stories with each other. As it is now.

“I look at Umar more adem now, Mas,” whispered Vita to the husband when he saw the brat was more educated.

Yudha responded, “If his partner is real, he must have followed too. But if otherwise, the more messy he.”

The men broke away to discuss their own excitement. Also almost the same as women, they also discuss their daily stories.

“Difficult Al, if you eat using a veil?” zara asked inquisitively because she was also interested in wearing it.

“If you are ordinary, Brother,” replied Alma. Even in a house like this, he still wears a veil because many brothers-in-law are clearly not his mahram.

“I also want to wear a veil,” sahut Mauza, “kok, like beautiful so.”

Sammy who happened to be taking a drink near them said, “Halah, just eat a basin. Gayaan want to wear a veil.”

“Anytime, you, huhh!” Mauza put an ugly face on her husband. To this day, they still fight a lot. But it is also easy to get along like a story of children's friendship. At first, Mauza was a little surprised. But lately, he's been used to it.

The story continues. Alma explained how she ate in a place that required her to keep wearing a veil. “Just find a seat away from many people, especially men. If it can be in the corner so that it does not look if we open a little cloth,” he explained Alma with a soft voice. “If eating in public places, it helps us choose dry food. Because if the fruitful can be splashed right?”

Zara asks Alma to follow her example.

“Leave a little open, we continue to close the spoon from below. Slowly aja. Anyway, the woman should be graceful.”

“Why ask around veil, want to wear too?” Ray passed by and kissed his wife's cheek, making all the women there turn away. Except Mauza who nags like a mother.

“Hei just carelessly!” eyes bulging.

Ray just smiled, then flashed again after getting what he wanted.

“I want to use, but still doubt ..” said Zara worried, “hope anyway, istiqomah. But I'm just a normal human being. Afraid that one day I might change my mind or something, and that would be the scorn of many people. I'm not as free as you. There's always a camera with me.”

“Ngak papa anyway, if not use it, Kak,” Alma chimed wisely, “toh, veil according to our madzhab is Sunnah. I want to hijab syar'i already very good.”

“As for the explanation, Alma.”

Zunaira herself was only a listener because all the questions in her mind were already represented. He was busy sending friendly with Andrea, in fact, their distance was no more than five meters.

Refrigerator: don't keep smiling. Your teeth will dry.

Zunaira: no papa. There is a refrigerator that always keeps ice water in it.

Mas Refrigerator: replace my cell phone contact with the name of my dearest husband.

Who: wani piro?

The two exchanged lyrics and smiled.

“Nih kids, just use chat all!”

“Hussst!!” Zunaira silenced the mouth of Mauza who likes to leak.

While being excited to share stories with each other, came again some people into this house. Mike, Miranda and Ruben.

“Assalamualaikum!” shout them at the same time.

“Waalaikumsalam,” reply everyone in this house.

“Sorry I'm late. Mother Director is very busy,”, Miranda told her female guest who greeted her enthusiastically.

“No papa, Mom. We understand,” reply Vita kiss each other cheeks right-left.

“Hi everyone,” greet Miranda to everyone who is there.

“Hai also, Onti!”

“Eh, there's Si Mike. The gaunty in my sweet droves!” Dara immediately approached as soon as she saw the child.

“Yieeeek! There's that guy again, Mi! Don't want to, ihhh! Don't want!” Mike was so scared of being kissed again by Dara like the other day. The boy hid behind the body of his mother even though he knew, this could not prevent the aunts ganjen from touching her.

“This is dear, same Aunt. Aunty a lot of money, you know ..” said Dara made everyone laugh.

“Mike don't need money times, Mami. Bah mostly,” says Sakira.

“Oh, so what do you need dong? caress?” the more rejected the more Dara is anxious to tease the child. Who doesn't care about Mike? Puffy, white, squinty, funny. Honey, she's as fierce as her sister and her mom. Heredity is indeed.

“Ih, sorry it's Mike's fuckin' guy,” reply Mike's still hiding, this time in the armpits of his mama.

Not long after, Alif came glaring at his wife.

Instantly Dara asked, “What?”

“If you want to wash your eyes at home, yuk!”

“Lazy, ah. The crocodile is already wrinkled. I want one in droves!”

“Yes God, there's only you guys.” Miranda laughed until her stomach was shaken.

Seriate.

Sorry busy august😆