Love Me Please, Uncle Camat

husband dear wife or scared wife

Bismillah happy reading all 😘

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Before the request is fulfilled I do not want a bed with om Za.Tonight om Za sleep in a room that is usually occupied by abi and umi, if they are here.

Afrian was in the guest room.

"Pfft !!" Afrian held back his laughter looking at Za who was sitting on the sofa of the living room, joining him who was watching television.

Om Za did not reply or say a word. He let Afrian laugh it off.

"Father expelled?" ask her tease.

"Bawel, according to ngana ??" Afrian chuckled with satisfaction, when again he saw his cold and stiff brother suffering, all this time he had never seen Za terdzolimi in his own home.

"Nak bang? I don't think, finally there is a powerful person who can make your brother submit !" afrian.

"You will feel it later" replied Za checking the notifications on her phone. At the same time tell om Ramli to find a cotton candy merchant.

"Where is that?? Salwa ask for cotton candy and his brother?? hayoo pak Camat and the plantation owner shifted the cotton candy barber !!" it seems like Afrian was very lucky today to be able to drive me home to Aceh, he got a free spectacle that is rare, even unprecedented.

"Try to find it, is there a cotton candy dealer around here?" ask Za to Afrian.

"Why am I bang? where do I know! usually in the market market if not in the city square," replied Afrian.

Afrian looks like thinking "in Aceh market try bang!" yells.

"So you're the one looking!!" pinta om Za on Afrian

"To me bang?? I'm the one who got the loe penalty !!" If the tip ends he hit, sorry just now he gave advice.

" Thank you in advance for helping brother, you should hurry before the night gets worse. Because my brother wants to tonight there is good news about this, my brother does not want to sleep alone for long, " he immediately sauntered away without hearing first Afrian's answer.

"Hhhhh why am I the one who is looking !! the brother who got it wrong, the brother who wanted to sleep together, I'm the hard one !!" afrian Mummings.

Finally, Afrian said, he grabbed his jacket and rushed to turn on the motor parked in the garage.

Afrian swivel around the town square, the,

"Where should I look ? bumil request is strange strange, why don't you ask for diamond cake, gold cake, stock cake !!" his grunts along the way were like sane people. It had been a long time that he turned around, until when his eyes were squinting at the cotton candy vending wheel, his eyes twinkled.

"Nih if the sholeh guy who knows Allah always makes it easy," he murmured.

"Bang ! I'm so excited!!" he said at the end of the phone.

"Okay, you're there now !!" answer Om Za.

He immediately grabbed the car keys and drove through the streets of the city to Afrian was. There the young man was busy chatting while eating cotton candy that the merchant was selling. Aji mumpung , mumpung paidiin.real cotton candy is as sweet and delicious as this, it deserves just a little child like, including couples who are just often sharing cotton candy together, both of them, let the relationship be sweet. Don't know because the guy's in high fashion.

"This is my brother, the one who wants to rent and buy cotton candy brother !" Afrian.

"Zakhi !" said it.

"Fahrul" he answered.

"I will rent a brother's wheel and want to learn to make cotton candy," replied Za to the point.

"Seriously? want to learn how to make cotton candy?" fahrul asked, seeing from his stature and appearance, Fahrul sure om Za is not an unemployed person. It was like remembering the face of this man.

"Calm down, I don't want to steal my brother's business, my wife is craving cotton candy!" answer om Za.

A moment later Fahrul realized "Pak Zaky !! mr. suburb*******, o Allah !!!" exclaiming her.

"It is with pleasure sir, I will teach," he exclaimed happily.

Elsewhere

I can't sleep, move agitatedly.

"This is Za where the hell is it? malem even wandered. It's great that his wife got angry and was left behind !!!" ketusku, do not remember my request earlier.

My eyes are 5 watts, I decided to go to sleep.

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Many times Za turned the paddle of the cotton candy making machine, then the other hand turned the stick to reach each sheet of colorful cotton sheets. But, the shape is not as beautiful as the masterpiece. Until the skin aches Afrian laugh, see the formation and difficulty of a businessman who usually just stay to tell people, now become a student of cotton candy.

"Hahahahah lunakaa !! must I viralin this !!" he exclaimed, Fahrul, whose age is not far from Za, mumbled his lips, wanting to laugh in fear of sin.

"Hahahaha has dropped the level of the fondness of the loe bang" Afrian added.

"Age of age I have never seen the camat or businessman who usually sits in the meeting room, now again muterin stick to make cotton candy !!" afrian laughter satisfied.

"Shut up !! you should be proud, have a low profile brother and a dear wife !" om Za replied as her eyes and hands focused on her activities.

"Darling wife what's afraid of wife ?" ask her back.

"Wahhh !! I'm proud of you, you're not ashamed to learn how to make cotton candy !" Fahrul.

"Thank you Fahrul, thank you" said Za.

"Deg...!!"

There is a sense of worry from Za, considering my request that does not want om Za back to be a Camat.

"Even I will support if you run for mayor, sir !" timpal Fahrul's.

"God willing, if God permits" his diplomatic answer.

It is not only God who allows it but if Salwa allows it, he thought to himself.

It was late at night, they knew very well about curfew here.

"Pak Fahrul what if this wheel I rent tonight until tomorrow night, this is the rent. Is enough?" ask Za to hand over a brown envelope with money. Fahrul.

"At least can replace your income for tomorrow" said om Za again.

"God, sir, this is a lot. This is more than enough. I can even use it for 2 weeks !! even the price of the cart is not this expensive, thank you."

"This is my business card and my address, the day after morning you can pick up the wheel at that address."

"Yes sir, thank you again" he said thankfully.

"Same sir" replied Za.

Om Za called Ramli, telling him to take this cotton candy wheel to the plantation house.

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It was morning, the dawn prayer was also reverberating, I got off the bed to the bathroom. After taking a bath and fulfilling my duty as a weak servant of God. I came out of the room to prepare breakfast.

I shook my head when I saw two humans sleeping on the living room sofa. I approached, sitting on the sofa next to the sleeping om Za, looking at her fixedly.

I'm monologuing, "om baby, what time is your abi coming home? where from? cool asikan here with om ian, umi in the room alone !" my mummy caressed my stomach.

Two hands grabbed me and pulled me into his arms, to my surprise.

"Abang came home at eleven, abis nyari nyari cotton candy merchant like the general desire om baby, brother does not like Afrian, but umya om baby ngusir brother from room !" the answer is typical raucous people wake up.

"Abang freelin, it's a baby babysitter !!" instead of immediately releasing his embrace, Za even deliberately kissed the entire inch of my face.

"Abang kangen is just as common as a baby, waiting to come home from Jakarta, once home even angry and misunderstood," his eyes were still closed but, his mouth continued to speak.

"Abang is awake? why not go straight to the bathroom and pray ??" my many.

"Abang just woke up, heard the voice of a beloved woman !" the answer is smart to fight like a land crocodile.

"Ohhh so last night go not find a cotton candy bar, but learn to seduce !! get up, Salwa wants to prepare breakfast !!" my answer.

"Okay, where's the morning kiss?" tanyakanya.

"Then there is Afrian !! salwa is angry with you, too, brother" I replied.

"Today Salwa has to stamp 3 fingers to school" I said.

" So fast home because it will do the 3 finger stamp?" asked Za, I nodded.

"So watch out ! Salwa wants to go to the kitchen, you better fast pray, the time is up !" I let go of Za's hand.

Om Za wakes up and wakes up Afrian.

"Go first, today there was a visit from the center" he said, leaving me at the school gate.

"Hmm!!" replied muttering.

"Call me if you want to go home !"

said it.

"Bang Salwa ask permission, maybe after school Salwa will come with others, to walk the road in Blang Padang !" my door.

"May, then tell brother if there's anything !" the answer.

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After school, I didn't come home soon. But lunch with the others. Take a short walk in the Aceh market, driving away boredom. Om Za came home on the eve of Maghrib, fortunately I had already come home.

"Where have you been with the others?" ask about Za.

"Where to go only to Padang and the market only !" my answer.

"Anything want to take a shower? salwa has prepared warm water and also his clothes !" my word.

"Thank you baby, brother there will be work with Ramli in the workspace!" the answer.

I nodded resignedly, knowing this was better I went back to Umi's house, so there was something I could talk to. It feels like a show here. I chose, sitting on the back porch watching my favorite drakor accompanied by snack setoples. If you say Za this is the activity of a slacker. But not in my opinion, this is an activity that makes me able to restore stamina.

It did not feel like the sky was dark, stars were scattered to accompany the moon. Just a month in the stars, I'm here just friends setoples chips and laptop only.

Arriving from the side of the house a man wearing a hoody and hat, pushing a wheel with flickering lights clung to the entire side of his wheel. And a few colored cotton wraps hang around the top.

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