Puncture Love Sate
Rocking saws

Flo was enjoying that satay while smiling to herself. It turns out that it is true, the taste of satay made by Mamat is indeed very good. Flo also spent every chicken skewer greedily.

The waiter was happy to see his master liked the satay he bought. After Flo finished all that satay. He also gave the money to his servant because he had spent satay purchased by the servant.

"It's money for you, you can buy that satay again. And yes, please buy me another ten skewers, the sauce must be spicy and the puncture must be large. I don't want the meat to be small, less coveted." Flo said while giving two pieces of red money to his household assistant.

"Good, Miss. I'll buy it again for you. Excuse me!" the servant immediately went to buy satay requested by the master.

The grandfather smiled to see his grandson so fond of satay made by Mamat. That means the grandson there is closeness to the young man he will match with his grandson.

"Do you know who the satay seller really is?" grandfather's spontaneous speech made Flo frown.

"Grandfather knows him?" tanya Flo was curious.

The grandfather smiled and said something that would make Flo unexpected.

"of course. He is Mamat, the young satay seller who will be your grandfather's match." said the grandfather.

"Mate Seller satay?" Flo glares at her eyes when she finds out that her grandfather is going to match her to a saturator.

"Yes, grandpa sure he would. He's a good young man, he knows what his parents say. Moreover, he is not ugly very. Even though his body smelled of sate smoke but he was a persistent young man. Grandfather likes that young man so much he must be willing to be your husband." exclaimed the grandfather with a smile.

Flo also looked to be frowning. It was as if he thought if he had the husband of a satayman and whether the young man would accept his imperfect physical condition.

"Why are you, Flo?" asked the Grandfather when he saw his granddaughter's serious expression.

"Emm .. It's okay, Cake. It's just that Flo is afraid that he will run like other men when he knows Flo's condition like this," the woman replied by lowering her face limp.

"Mood will surely accept you for who you are. Trust my grandfather!"

"Come, Cake. Flo resigned, it's up to grandfather." Flo raised her face while smiling forcefully. The woman's aura still looked beautiful, undeniable even though half of her body was covered by scales. But the beautiful and feminine aura of a Flo still looks so natural. Now the appearance of Flo plain without makeup. Since that incident Flo was lazy to dress up because he thought of his body that turned into scales.

"Tomorrow, Grandpa will come to Mr. Mahmud's house to propose to the Mamat. Grandfather will talk to Mr. Mahmud, surely he will talk to his son about this, and grandfather is very sure Mr. Mahmud can certainly persuade Mamat." Said the grandfather.

"Hopefully, Cake. Flo's already bright, Flo's all handing over Grandpa how good." Flo resigned and he immediately went to his room. Grandfather nodded too.

Arriving in the room, Flo opened the dress she was wearing. Ever since his body was scaly, Flo always wore loose clothing. So that his body is comfortable and not too exposed to the friction of the fabric which causes him discomfort and itching.

A loose shirt that is identical like a robe. Flo let go and she looked at her body in front of the mirror. Flo saw the appearance of his body which was very concerning. He himself had pity on his own body. How could he have such a bad luck.

"About, is the saturator not disgusted at seeing my image like this?" inner Flo who was still not confident in the condition of her body.

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And elsewhere. The servant of Flo had arrived at Mamat's place. Bi Mumun, the woman who worked in Flo's luxurious house came by ordering ten skewers.

"Bang, ten pricks yes, Bang. Hot and delicious! the satellite should be big!" he said with a sweet smile.

"Ten puncture? Not less? I stabbed him while shaking the saw Mom. The music is great, hobahhh!!"

Mamat's funny answer certainly made Bi Mumun laugh a little.

"Jeez Bang Mamat this is nothing. But my employer only asked for ten skewers, which is painful he said." said Bi Mumun when he saw Mamat roasting satay while swaying. Mamat always tunes music while serving his customers. That is what makes Sate Mamat famous for its pricks and wobbles.

"That's fast, Bang Mamat. My employer doesn't like slow. Like the one that sat the set immediately finished," exclaimed Mumun.

"Wow, I don't like to hurry, ma'am. The sate is less mature. Because, my satay prick must have a delicious taste and make nibok. That's why I don't like to rush, as long as the satellite is ripe and tastes good. Tuh Mom just so nyariin I keep because of my satay stab, right?" mamat speech of course makes mothers laugh amusedly.

One of Mamat's customers idly asked the humble youth.

"Bang Mamat, by the way, why not get married? Bang Mamat Cakep let alone pinter looking for his own money,"

Mamat smiled as he fanned his satay. "Nobody wants to marry me, Mothers" he replied casually.

"Ah time no one wants to. If only we-we were young, Bang Mamat would be our target. You see, Bang Mamat must have been piercing and swaying," as long as the flirtatious mothers who were queuing to buy satay.

"The ugliness of these mothers is just there." Mamat replied with a small laugh.

...SERIATE...