Don't Call My Name
S2-Surprise Failed

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“Alma!”

Five times Umar called, but nil. No answer heard. The atmosphere of the house is so quiet as uninhabited. Where are they anyway? Did they run away together? Or maybe they were kidnapped?

Umar was sweating coldly. He is also a normal human being who also has anxiety. Umar was afraid that anything would happen to Alma and his domestic assistant. Given that there are only two of them here, especially all of them are women. Weak creatures that sometimes, just to protect themselves, they are incapable. Yes, although not everything is.

Umar turned on the living room lights, then continued to turn on the middle lights, and the last to the swimming pool.

“Padahan not shorted,” murmured.

And when he turned around to go back inside, Umar was surprised by the appearance of Alma in front of him. Especially when he heard his shocking voice.

“Taraaaa!” exciting Alma. She had a birthday cake in her hand. “Happy birthday!”

“Yes God, Alma!” sahut Umar rose and looked angry. “Never do anything like this again. You made me a hanger!”

Alma smiled broadly after successfully exposing Umar to his prank. “Suprise!”

“No surprise-suprise. I don't like you doing this. Please don't be stupid!”

Alma's smile instantly disappeared. Umar was really angry, right?

“But I just want to give you a surprise. Brother, birthday today. Almost everyone who has a birthday can have a special surprise. Some were thrown eggs, given flour, doused with water, melted into the pool, some even reached his house in a ruffle. And they're having fun, really. Will later be given a gift,” explained Alma according to his own experience already.

“But not in this way, Alma. Tomorrow if you do this again, one day if you are in danger, you will not be trusted again by everyone, including me. They may think the danger is just a prank, as you often do.”

After saying this, Umar passed away.

Alma. He's disappointed. He returned inside with lethargic footsteps.

Alma put her homemade cake again to the table with an erratic feeling. It is not easy to make a birthday cake and all the surprises.

Umar also did not know how many hours Alma spent in the kitchen. He even prepared a dinner and a special gift for her. But now all his hard work is broken down raw. Ah, this hurts so much.

Maybe for the man it was just a trivial matter. But for women, this is a big problem. Duh, Alma baper. Her face turned red and over time, the woman could not hold back her tears anymore.

Come on's. C'mon Alma! Don't feel the most didzolimi here. You are guilty too. You've made your husband almost hanging. Haven't you heard what Umar's explanation just now?

Alma presses her selfish side in order to improve their relationship again. For this reason, he tried to approach Umar by apologizing and promising not to repeat it again.

But, dear, Umar was silent. The man didn't respond to him at all. If he is angry, he is angry.

“I don't mean to make us anxious, Bang. Just making a surprise. Sorry if you think I've gone too far.” I don't know how many times Alma said that. But I didn't get an answer. The man left her to the bathroom, then afterwards, immediately threw her body into the bed without caring about her anymore.

It took Umar a while to cool his head, having experienced the many events that have befallen him today. Tired, hungry, emotional, uh even bullied. Whose heart is not broken?

An hour later, Umar woke up. He felt a huge stomach rumbling. It was at this moment that Umar realized that there was no Alma beside him.

Did he go too far to treat him so that Alma became craggy?

Do not want to happen things that are not desirable, Umar was fierce to look for him. After a while, he heard a noise in the kitchen. There was Bi Yati who was putting a lot of food into the refrigerator.

Umar was about to step there, but he blurted when he heard the old woman muttering to herself.

“If I am his wife, no longer kaprokin this cake to his face!” continued Bi Yati excited and made Umar look at his eyes.

Asem!

“I doain, hopefully if Mas Umar road by motorbike, he can not overtake the chicken truck. Continue if the house nyampe, disturbed by the sound of neighbors who again cut ceramics. Until morning!”

What a prayer, my goodness!

Umar shut his mouth so as not to let out a laugh. Then it retreated slowly before Bi Yati noticed it. I also teach a free lesson. Mom-Mom, fight. Such a person can never be compromised.

“Where is Alma? Ilang numan keep feeling.”

There was a fear of the woman coming to her parents' house. If that was the case, then a great disaster was threatening him there.

Umar headed to the room, intending to pick up a cell phone to contact the woman. But strangely enough, Alma was already lying there. The blanket covered his body to the limit of the head. Huftt .. at least, Umar can already breathe a sigh of relief.

“Al?” Umar wanted to take Alma's body. But the woman turned back her body first. Hmmm, the romances are now my turn to be questioned, nih.

“Sorry yes, Al.”

There was no giving up on him. Umar moved to the right side to be able to face the beautiful face of Alma.

“Alma dear ...”

No matter how much the woman rebelled, Umar trapped Alma's body, smeared her lips and sucked her like a leech. One thing he knew, the woman liked to be coerced.

“Al, anyone wants to fly, nih.” The man told me what he was feeling now.

“You fly cake, want to move nature cake. No matter,” Alma replied.

Waduh, sadist.

“It's okay, sorry if I'm not impressed to appreciate your struggle for hours in the kitchen. Actually I just don't want you to do that anymore. Especially in a moment that is not as good as it was. I just got home, my body is still tired, my mind is still too. Uh, you even work that way. This isn't funny. Naturally if I am angry,” palar Umar makes Alma can think more broadly. Its lower intonation also makes this explanation more acceptable.

Umar rubbed his wife's head and touched her chin with a movement of them. “In exchange, I want to eat all your cooking now.”

Alma stopped the budding Umar, “Wait, Bang! All food has been entered into the refrigerator with Bi Yati.”

“Yes no papa,” Umar do not want to take a headache. “Living heated in microwave.”

Alma is a wife. Enraged by the woman, he could not bear to let Umar work alone. After all, the man can squeeze female cookware?

You can be sure, the kitchen will also be messy due to the action. This had already happened when he had learned to cook by himself. Oh no, no. Alma didn't want her clean kitchen so the ship broke because of this guy.

“Let me just be the manasin.” Alma took out her blanket and moved. And at the same time, an object flew so that it fell to the surface of the floor. The object was rectangular, pink in shape and decorated with ribbons on it.

Umar picked up the gift. “Make me?”

The question kept Alma quiet for a while.

Seriate.