Love Me Please, Uncle Sam
Resist shame

Sam was really serious when he told Zea to lie down and remove the braaa hook she was wearing. And now very carefully Sam compresses Zea's back with cold water. The white Zea, which was once only red, is now turning blue.

"Let's go to the hospital, I'm afraid your bones are injured" Sam said, compressing his wife's back..

"No uncle, Zea's fine, "Zea refused quickly, she just had to go in and out of the hospital just because of minor injuries.

"Your back is bruised by Ze, mama's gonna be pissed if she finds out you're hurt and I'm not taking you to the hospital!"

"Then don't tell me mama!"

"Bas stubborn," Sam pulled Zea's shirt to cover his back as he began to feel hot seeing Zea's back plastered before him. "It's over," he said later.

"Uncle, please attach the braaa hook," Zea pinta and manage to leave Sam speechless. "Quick uncle!"

"Hem," Sam's hand suddenly trembled, with a great hand he grabbed both ends of the black braaa and tried to hook it. But it's not as easy as Sam imagined because he's there as three rows of hooks. "Ze, this is on what number line?" sam asked quietly because his throat was suddenly dry and choked.

"Number two uncle" said Zea while holding a smile.

"Hem," again Sam just muttered, he tried to associate the eyeglass-shaped object carefully, but unfortunately the experiment always failed even though his body was filled with sweat.

"Why is it so long, uncle can't? Let me put it on myself" Zea then got up and sat facing Sam, the man was still held with trembling hands. Zea smiled looking at Sam's face that met with red, suddenly flashed a mischievous intent in the girl's head.

"Let's see if you can hold it," inner Zea with a mischievous smile. Zea suddenly took off her shirt and showed off a round chest that was not covered by braaa.

"A-A-What are you doing?" asked Sam with perfectly patterned eyes.

"Wearing a braaa uncle," Zea replied casually, although it was actually easy to re-attach her braa, but Zea deliberately looked troubled. "My back hurts. I can't put it up anymore, better take it off!"

"What?" sam's strangulation was restrained, and the next second he actually watched Zea take off her braaa so that her chest with pink shoots was plastered markedly before him. Sam did not blink at all, if allowed he wanted to touch the round object and play it.

"Bad girl," muttered Sam, the man then turned his eyes away. Feeling unable to take it anymore, Sam chooses to leave. But before he could run, Zea first held his hand.

"What else is Ze?" sam asked nervously, hopefully Zea didn't realize her hands were covered in sweat.

"Uncle wants it?"

Sam gulped his saliva violently, his suddenly stiff body turned around in a robot-like motion, now Sam again looked at Zea who was wearing clothes properly. "Want what?"

Zea got up from the bed, without letting go of Sam's hand she stood with her husband's fingers. No matter what Zea thinks, it's just that Sam has to be hers tonight, maybe through unity, Sam will slowly open his heart and love her. "Want this one," Zea brought Sam's hand to touch her chest. The girl had completely lowered her pride just for Sam's sake.

Sam's hand actually touched the chewy thing, his instinct as a man as if to lead him to massage slowly and enjoy his suppleness.

"Euhm," Zea sizzled, holding her back so she wouldn't come down because of her husband's hand massage.

"Why uncle? Is my body so disgusting that you won't touch it?" asked Zea with a stern look. Even after lowering his pride, Sam seems uninterested in him.

"No Ze, it's not like that. I'm..."

Zea let out a deep breath, her heart ached and her pride was hurt. "It's uncle's night, better get some rest. Good night," said Zea with dewy eyes, the girl turned around and was about to return to the bed. She was so embarrassed to get a rejection from Sam.

"Slow Ze, let's do it slowly. I'll touch you when my heart doesn't hold feelings for another woman. Give me a moment" said Sam with trembling lips, seeing the disappointment on Zea's face moved Sam's heart. Perhaps it was time for Sam to forget about Felisya and accept Zea as his wife. Let's just say he'll live out a fate that's been written for him.

"Hem, "just a mutter came out of Zea's aunt, and the girl lay down and looked at Sam.

"Rest!" sam said before the man came out of Zea's room.

After Sam came out, Zea cried. The girl hit her chest that felt tight, as if a large object was squeezing her chest. Tears were unceasingly coming out. Tonight Zea felt like a failure, she felt it was time for her struggle to end. Loving Sam is his decision, but if that love always leaves him hurt will Zea keep him.

As strong as women's hearts are, they are still women, weak beings who always want a concern and warmth.

Meanwhile, Sam scooped his face violently. The man was still standing in front of Zea's room and heard her crying. He felt very guilty, but he also did not want to be the badjangan who would fuck Zea without a love. He did not want to use Zea's love to simply satisfy his desires.

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All over Zea's body felt heavy, her eyes achy and her face was swollen after a night of crying. Zea got up early this morning. He took a shower and bought breakfast for Sam. But something was different this morning, and Zea decided not to see Sam in a few days. She was still too malusable to deal with her husband. After preparing breakfast for her husband, Zea hurried off to campus with the driver and two of her bodyguards.

"It's still early in the morning, don't you want to stop by the hostess?" ask the driver to be astonished, not usually the young lady went to college so early.

"No sir, stop at the park near the campus. We're looking for breakfast there, you guys haven't had breakfast, have you?" zea. The driver and his two guards agreed to Zea's invitation because they often ate together. They are grateful to have a very good employer.

The car in Zea is parked across from the park. Zea and the driver and his two bodyguards came down to look for breakfast.

"What breakfast is it, sir?" ask Zea the driver.

"It looks like Madiun rice pecel non," the driver pointed to the rice pengajul pecel without hesitation. Not without reason, at first the driver was always reluctant to give an opinion when his young lady asked for advice if they would eat, but Zea was often annoyed if the driver did not give an opinion. As time went on, the driver got used to it and gave an opinion if the young lady asked.

"Father's taste is always okay" Zea smiled and headed to the tent stall followed by the driver and his two bodyguards.

The tent stalls were so crowded that Zea had to queue. From a distance a man looked at Zea, and he came to Zea.

"Zea" called the man and Zea turned her head.

"Daniel."