Don't Call My Name
S2-You Let alone Him

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Umar yawned many times as he got up from his bed. Even when he walked out, he still brushed. His eyes are hard to open.

That was his routine all day. Umar will sleep again after he has done his duty. Breakfast was usually ready when he woke up.

Umar was greatly spoiled by Alma. So gradually, he was very dependent on the woman. Even the smallest business, including the interior, has been prepared by Alma. Umar took a bath, ate, and left the house. Then home was prepared again.

Alma really is a top-markotope wife. If only the reward was real, maybe Alma had many merits. The result of his dedication to the husband.

“Alma!” Umar called the woman as she exited the room. Less afdol it feels if first wake up, he did not see his beloved wife.

“Almahyra!”

Eits, wait! How did it get dark around? Where is he now?

Umar rubbed his eyes so as not to be too blurry. Sometimes he sees it wrong.

Well ... it turns out that Umar went the wrong way. The goal is to get into the kitchen and infiltrate the warehouse. What dream just now? This is the result if he continues to brist.

“Yes Allah, Bang? Why did you enter the warehouse?” Alma chuckled as she looked at her husband like a confused and absentminded person there. Where her hair stood was all like she had been hit by a lightning storm.

“I'd like to find you in the kitchen. But why did it come here?”

Alma pulls Umar out of the warehouse, then locks him back up.

“Everything if you wake up is sitting first, praying, then go to the bathroom. Minimum face wash.”

“I'm afraid you're welcome,” he replied as he continued to yawn.

“Abang anyway, if you want to nguap it closed. Pamali. Where do the clothes go?”

“Lazy dress. Heat.”

Habits. Umar never wears clothes when sleeping. Just make it ashamed.

Both of them walked into the middle room. Knowing what was going to happen there, Bi Yati who was mopping immediately fled. Because mornings like this for them are time to spoiled and bucin-bucinan.

Luckily the woman was old; already full of romance problems. If the work here is still a girl, it would be too late to see the intimacy of both of them. Tomorrow's car wedding.

“And I have said many times. When it's dawn, don't sleep anymore. Not good.” I don't know how many times Alma said so. But never hugged by her super cute husband.

“What is important is dawn prayer,” Umar reasoned as said by people in general.

“There is one of the scholars named Ibn Qayyim Al-Jauziyah, he said, sleeping after dawn is dangerous for the body because it can weaken and damage the body. Because there are remnants of metabolism that should be decomposed by exercise or activity,” explained Alma according to knowledge that he still remembers.

“Ya, tomorrow-tomorrow,” Umar responds.

“Tomorrow what?” Alma made sure because she thought the life of this man had not been collected. Because Umar is now closed in his lap. Rubbing his head like a child to his mother.

Umar said half muttered, “Say tell sport? No more sleeping?”

“I don't think Brother. “Mask there!” alma's Word.

“Still sleepy, Al. Any minute ...”

“Five more minutes.”

Bargaining was done. But after a few minutes passed, in the end not only Umar who just returned to sleep, but Alma as well.

They woke up an hour later. Then clean up together. Yeah, clean up their version.

At around nine o'clock, Umar just departed from home to the cafe to control and take income. He also had a meeting with some people who wanted to offer his products, then after that he headed to Tangsel. There was something important that he had to solve on his own.

There is a new project that is planned to involve Mr. Jamal also to find a strategic place.

Umar was there all day to visit several locations that he could rent with his budget. Starting from one place to another, until he finally found that place.

Umar ended his visit at the time when the clock had shown at seven o'clock in the evening. After all, Alma had wara-wiri call him and ask what time he came home.

“It's seven o'clock, what time will it be. Dah know Cirendeu, Lebak bulus jammed kayak what,” said Alma half whining.

“A minute, Al. It's already going to.”

“OK, Miss you.”

“Miss you to.”

The two exchanged kisses as if they were kissing directly. Actually according to Umar this is strange. But, again because Alma was the one who made him want to do it.

Phone's closed. Just getting into the car, the phone rings. So he abandoned his intention to start the car.

“Aris,” murmur Umar. Aris was one of his Cafe officers. “Ngapain him phone malem-malem gini?”

Umar swiped the call icon on his screen, then stuck it to his ear. “Yes, Ris? Why?”

“There are women who want to meet you, Sir,” he replied.

“Who?”

“Mother Sarah.”

“I don't have an appointment with him, just tell him to go. I'm busy.”

“I told you that too, sir. But the guy doesn't want to go. There are very important things to talk about with you, he said Mr.”

Umar turned off the phone. Inevitably, he must meet her.

“You what else is he?”

An hour and a half passed. Finally Umar reached his destination.

It looks like the woman is sitting pensively on her own at the very end. As Sarah used to do when they first met. He always looks melancholic. This is how Sarah used to make him pity, then the desire to protect him emerged, and eventually became a feeling of love.

“Awas only if you ask for mercy!” inner Umar confident.

Seriate.