Don't Call My Name
Got to see Sammy

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“What's this, huh? Like married. There must be a problem,” Zara sounds complaining. The woman rubbed her cold bare shoulders before being covered by the two sturdy arms that surrounded her.

Zara does have a high posture, but still smaller compared to Rayyan who can only compete to the limit of the ear. No wonder, although the age of Zara four years older, but no one thought if the two have a difference so far. They look the same age.

“Satan hates marriage the most,” said Rayyan responded to his wife to be patient in the face of the first tests of their marriage.

No lie, it is true. This is because when a person gets married then all that is done by him is worship.

“Therefore, satan's greatest mission is to divorce a married couple,” he continued again, “and by any means.”

Zara turned her body to face each other, “It turns out patience is hard, yes.”

Ray nodded his head before they finally got back to each other. The breeze ushered them on this very romantic night.

Hamidah's problems have begun to fainter, although video statements still often appear on the homepage of social media pages. But then another problem arises. But both hope that all these problems will be resolved immediately without any commotion.

“Bikin sayembara aja what, nih, Pi?” Miranda expressed her opinion to her husband while they were in the office, “I worry about you, same kids, same self who already made the same problem he.”

“I was confused,” replied Ruben no less anxious, “we have lost a lot of money to look for him. But until now I have not seen either.”

“Capek me, Pi ..” his wish.

“Sabar .. patience ...” Reuben hugged his wife who could no longer hold back the tears. “We should pray more.”

“I won't be able to forgive myself if something happens to our family.”

“Sst, don't blame yourself too much. He was also guilty of not wanting to cooperate with the law.”

“I regret not being able to hold my lips to say cruel. If I had not talked about the delay with Facade, surely we would be safe now.”

“But if it were like that, Zara and Rayyan would not be a match, Mir. What happened at this moment was already his fate line. Actually, the perpetrator himself was clearly very guilty. If he loves our daughter, he'll survive here. Instead of holding a grudge and avenging it in this way,” explained Ruben, “ is really what people say, Facade does hurt.”

“What should we do now?”

“The most important thing now is, take care of yourself and our child well.”

...∆∆∆...

Where are you, Nai?

So was the message that Zunaira received from a man across. Zunaira turned in all directions first, looking for safety to reply to the message.

Zunaira: I'm home, brother.

Sammy: at home continue. Not even bosen what?

Zunaira: Mama didn't let me go.

Sammy, I want you to walk.

Zunaira: moving? To where?

Sammy: ordinary. Young people yes, watch, ngafe, eat hanging out in aesthetic places.

Zunaira: not ah. I don't dare. Later I can be scolded by Papa.

Zunaira: not that .. but in this way they look after their children.

Sammy: but the way is too excessive. A lot of girls today are left free. If she's basically a good girl, they won't do anything. Take my friend Anandita for example. He often went out as well but never went off the busway.

Zunaira. Discuss all busway lines, he thought. “That's weird, wekk anyway!”

Zunaira: no ah, I still do not want to go out with the same men except for Brother Umar!

Zunaira emphasized her sentence so that Sammy did not dare to talk to her again.

Sammy: it's okay if you don't want to go out gapapa. But I'm playing at your house, yeah!

Zunaira: uh, no!

Zunaira immediately typed in a reply quickly to prevent the man from daring to play at home.

Zunaira: Mama doesn't like when there are men playing at home if there is no point.

Sammy: let me get to know your mom. What are they, they are so afraid of you? It will be curious. Challenges alone for me to melt their hearts.

Zunaira: Brother, plis I do not want to be scolded by Papa with Mama, you know!

“Zunaira!” call Vita makes the girl hurriedly put her phone under the pillow.

“Iya, Ma!”

“For what? Mama called from earlier, didn't you hear? Please help Sister cook, honey. Poor Brother Za alone.”

Zunaira according. She rushed into the kitchen to help her sister cook. But because of continued attention, Zunaira was forced to not be able to save his precious objects.

“Duh .. can be found out Mama, nih...” Inner Zunaira is raining.

After Zunaira got to the bottom, Vita immediately searched the sofa that had just been sat by Zunaira, then took the object that had been grabbing a lot of attention of his daughter.

Vita also locked herself in her husband's workspace to be more flexible when opening this privacy object. It's nothing .. He just doesn't want anything to happen to his son. Even worse, he did not know the identity of the man.

He opens his DM and instantly finds the last message sent by Zunaira. A few minutes ago. Then read one by one all the contents of the message.

Justjust right. There's something less fun he read from an account called @Sammy_yunchen. Because indirectly, this man has influenced his daughter. So that Zunaira is also like other girls who tend to be free.

“Wah, not really this.” Vita clucked while shaking her head. “This is how you approached my daughter?”

Vita immediately kept the name of the young man who he thought had spoken outrageously.

“You commented on how to educate us who said excessive. Hey, every parent has their own way of educating their child. You should appreciate it,” muttered Vita suddenly rose apoplexy.

The woman was astonished too. What parent would let a girl roam freely with a man without a legal status?

“I can not guarantee young people today can take care of themselves. If there is anything, then who wants responsibility?”

For that, Vita decided, “I have to meet this young man. Indiscriminate.”

The woman returned Zunaira's phone to its original place. Let her kid think she never opens her phone.

Seriate.