Love Me Please, Uncle Camat

origins

People say the name is do'a. And yuup..!! do'a my parents are, may someday my life always be filled with sweet memories, like honey and become a person who is sweet and polite. My name is Salwa Zahratunissa double ' s' yes guys, but the richness of that do'a has not been fully affirmed by Allah, I am indeed sweet. But if it is likened to honey, it tastes excessive, I have the sweetness fitting, not stuck in the throat, the sweetness I have without sucrose....!!!

I'm the eldest, of two brothers, my annoying sister, as thick as mr.bean, named Yusuf Malik Al-Fajri.

"Hoffff....!!!" my breath feels long and heavy, calm ! my breath is fragrant ko, every day I brush my teeth, as expensive as toothpaste, insyaallah mother and father can still buy.

"With.....!!" I swear, with a small volume of sound, while playing a ring, which is curled sweetly on my finger. Binding evidence, if now I have become a fiancee, who ???let alone you, I just don't know who my fiance is. Only father, mother and God know.

Wanting to cry it feels, I only know my fiancee, is the son of a friend father from Aceh named Teuku Zaky Ananta, he is a camat in one of the sub-districts in Serambi Mecca and more surprisingly, he is a camat in the district of Serambi Makkah, he's older than me. Around ummm.....1,2,3,..13 years,.. give a round of applause ...!!!

It seems, I am not living in the era of Siti Nurbaya, whether father and mother are obsessed with old-fashioned bin old film, hopefully my future husband is not as bad and fragile as Datuk Maringgih. For a moment I thought, whether father and mother have a debt to this Teuku master, but it is impossible...!!! I can still eat good food, and my pocket money is still normal, even they do not tell me to sell opak, like the teteh in the legendary Cemara family film.

The flashback

"Ca, I'm going home first huh, sure nih.. ga want to be won?? I've been holding my pickup car door handle.

Without looking, "if I ask to be won, you want to win ??" tanyanya, who was sitting on the bench and rocking her legs.

I just smiled broadly, displaying the arrangement of my teeth, as a sweetener, inside my mouth grew one tooth on the right, "the snub "my snub.

Not because I'm an unfaithful friend, precisely this friendship of ours, entitled to be given a very loyal appreciation of his friend, such as stamps and letters. But today, I was told to go home as soon as possible by my father and Bundahara. They are not the type of parents who get angry easily, like Cinderella's stepmother. However, if his wishes are not stirred, casually they will say.

"Son, the eldest father is the same mother, the pocket money this month the mother cut !!"

No....!!!!!

That's the nightmare of every child, oh no bulgoso....

"Assalamualaikum ! mother, your beautiful and kind-hearted daughter has come home !" my peek.

" Wa'alaikumsalam..."

I frowned a little, "uh ! dad's tumben's at home at this hour, can't he??" I asked, shaking the back of his hand.

"Engga ! dad took a few days off "he said shaking his head.

"What are you looking for ??" ask my parents, look at me.

" Is there no red carpet ?! to welcome you home from school??" my many.

Mother and father roll lazy eyeball, use very, "ga no ! is there a carpet in the mosque ??want ??"

I shook my head with a big smile, "dad want to take a really long vacation ?" taking a position beside the father, my hands hugged the belly of the father, this is the best position after sleeping on the thighs of the mother.

"Awas not to go viral later ..ciduk a PNS named Dias ate a blind salary.." I mapped my hand in the air as if writing an article title.

"Ouch ! " my hand rubbed the arm that was the target of father's clap, "yes, I went up first." but when I finished speaking, I felt.. the body movements of the father and mother hint like they want to say something, even though I am not a person with a disability. But I understand the signal.

"This is why ? mother and father use code code all ! " seeing that my parents exchanged signals, I thought hard on the stone, it felt that my mischief should be natural, what my attitude had been to make the father's illness recur, so far father does have a history of high blood disease, he did not stroke right ?? astagfirullah, you brash kid can usually think like that.

"Ekhem.." Deheman father came to face, I looked up, saw the romance of the picisan.hehehehe romance of his second serious face, I undo my intention to go to the room, then sit back on the sofa facing the two sources of my reward.

"Father and mother agree, to match kaka ..."

Do not expect after this will be heard the sound of lightning in broad daylight .

"Hahahahahahha" my laughter boomed, "Because...!!" kataku later. But there was no smiling look from my father and my mother, I clenched my mouth, their faces flat and grimacing a little but not because I was holding something back.

I know this expression, this is their expression when they are not joking and do not want to be denied.

"Would be ready, tomorrow the family bang Zaky come here ..!!" father's word is indisputable.

Kriikk.....

What ?! what do you want tomorrow? my brain starts to blank, what it's like to be a Patrick star, whose brain is empty, rich contract abis left by the tenant. Just an echo, what ???whatwhat???whatwhat???

Just throw my head against the wall ...!! god, wake me up from this nightmare. Or just wake me up if this is all just a daydream of my bad luck.

"Same mother joking, right ? because if yes, congratulations ! you have succeeded in making his son want to plunge into the abyss ! " a couple of tears escaped and flowed down the cheeks.

only silence that I got as an answer, mother grabbed me and hugged me but I now muttered "sorry yes dear," he said, soft but successful to make my heart as if hit by a hammer mace belonging to Hanoman.

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Mission readers who want to go through this story Salwa same om Za. hopefully will be as much as the story before before....