Love Me Please, Uncle Camat

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"Mir, it will be noon to stop by first to the buffalo sale !" pinta om Za's.

"Ready boss !" the answer is chuckling,

Tumben once the baby's ashes have not come home, but usually at the end of this he often goes home quickly, he said can not linger long on these two favorites.

"Son, suckle Al first, seems thirsty !" umi handed Al Fath into my lap.

"Yes umi," I immediately grabbed Al from the umi sling.

"Drink warm water first, let the ASI warm !" umi is the best in-law of all time.

"Thank you,"

After gulping down some drinking water, I immediately took out the source of Al Fath's life, greedily this puffed up baby devouring it.

"Fear first abi ya dek," Kekeh I'm excited to see this baby padlocks lunch.

"What was abi first?" he said he arrived behind me and kissed my cheek without excuse.

"Abang! when's your brother coming home, don't you get the sound of his car?" my many.

"Abang stopped outside the fence, "he answered snarled into the toilet.

He came out with a wet face," uhh his voracious abi son, hungry huh deck? don't forget to leave abi !" he said, I scrunched my forehead.

Come on dude ! you fight ASI with your son.

"I don't know shame !" my murmur grumbled at the attitude of om Za, and he chuckled.

"There's a storm what bang outside?" my many.

Om Za opened his uniform and replaced it with casual clothes,

"Maybe they had a little trouble bringing down the buffalo" he replied. I raised both of my eyebrows, "bull??!"

"Tisini Aqiqah usually wears a buffalo if she is able to deck,"

I put baby Al on the bed and patted her pan*tat until she calmed down and fell asleep. Then he bent his head out the window of the room, and sure enough in the lower yard there was a buffalo quite fat in the care of some employees om Za that he brought from the plantation, to help her take care of the Aqiqah event.

"To be entered again? can't his brother taste it too?" this mature man hugged me.

"Ga can be naughty, someone will wake up !!" I answered with my hands around his neck.

Family and relatives of the umi also some neighbors come to the house, the ceremony Peutron Aneuk Many is a tradition of baby descent, usually the Gayo people carry out this tradition on the seventh day after the baby is born, along with akikah, naming and shaving hair. Similar to other regions, different clans or indigenous tribes there are also differences, although the core and meaning of the tradition is still the same. The Aneuk Jamee do so on the 40th day after the baby is born, usually accompanied by a gift event.

The mothers have cooked together in the kitchen as a dish for guests who attended the baby Al event later, om Za as an Acehnese child should preserve the culture and customs of his hometown. He invited several village elders and sub-district employees. They have come in neat clothes, do not forget the woven fabrics and songket typical of the Serambi Makkah area to decorate their appearance.

"Uhhh umi boy, already handsome !"I said that I'm a little good at taking care of Al. I really enjoyed my role as a mother.

"Now live umi who change clothes, let dede same abi !" om Za told me to change clothes.

"Great in your provision, obedient and religious!!" said aunt Mia.

Then aunt Mia handed baby Al to a well-respected person, both temperament and mind pekertinya in this region, here om Za entrust it to a village elder who was well dressed with songket and weaving. Fortunately baby Al is a baby henchman, so carried by anyone he looks calm just asleep, Baby Al and who carries him covered with a sheet of cloth held in all four segments. After arriving in the yard on the cloth was cleaved coconut, the goal is that the baby is not afraid of the sound of lightning. I was a little surprised at first.

"When you want to chop a coconut on top, that's how it is!!" my whisper tightened the grip on om Za's arm. He even laughed.

"Just look at it !" the answer.

Because of the baby Al male after that, the abi rushed to hoe the ground, clenching the cane sticks as a symbol of chivalry. Baby Al, which has not been able to stand, just set his feet on the ground, Tengku Sagoe/priest and then count.

"Saa, two, lhee, peut, limong, nam, tuuujoh!" his lights.

"Lagee bumoe nyoe teutap, meunan beuteutap gata establishment !" he added (as the strength of the earth is, so your stand must remain ).

Baby Al was then taken around the mosque near the house and returned home with a greeting. Not yet finished, when entering baby Al is achieved and carried Umi into the house, in the living room that has been transformed into a room for this marhaban is already lined with other invited guests. Umi brought baby Al around to be cut by the guests, baby Al hair is inserted in young coconuts that have been carved in a plug. Shalawat the prophet and the rhythm of simple marhaban.

Furthermore, om Za handed over the buffalo that had been purchased yesterday and all the needs of the sagging/party to Tengku Sagoe and Geuchik. Those who will call the village youth as the ceremonial energy that takes care of the Aqiqah event in this case.

The event is over, the buffalo has been slaughtered, staying behind the guests and who are here is busy taking care of the Aqiqah event. I'd rather go to the room and take baby Al to rest.

" Dede bobo yes !" I put baby Al in the baby box, the atmosphere below was very crowded and I didn't like that. I prefer to accompany baby Al here, I feel bored I turn on the laptop om Za.

"Sohun me where a year !!" muttered me while scrolling looking for the row of drakor that I have stored in the laptop here. A day does not see his face like a vegetable without salt.

But accidentally, there was an email notification coming in here,

"Open, no, open, no??!! if you know the affairs of the husband without his permission, no sins ?? " my mumbling is wailing.

But my stubbornness faded away at once considering how scared I was of om Za, however, it would be a sin not to ask his permission first. A light bulb was burning above my head. I immediately got up and called out to Za, let her open herself in front of me.

I was looking for Za on the ground floor, but he wasn't in the mood. I went back to look for him upstairs, maybe in his study, because I saw no Mirza. I'm back on the stairs.

Sure enough to just walk a few steps towards the corner room, my smile expands hearing the sound of both of them from inside, the door is slightly open. Just about to knock on the door I overheard the chatter of the two.

"A number of times the center has confirmed the petition letter, which asks you to return to the role of Camat, Za !" said by Mirza.

"Yes 3 times they emailed, Mir !" answer om Za.

"What's your answer then ?" ask her.

I heard heavy breathing from Za.

"Salwa has just given birth, even Al has not even a month, if you have to attend training for 3 months away from them, I think twice, Mir...plantation problems I can entrust to you and Ramli, but.." om Za hangs his words.

Om Za knows I very strongly refuse if he re-nominates to be a camat.

"This petition was held by residents and some regional officials..Za, "say it to Mirza.

"They're entrusting their trust, and want you back in office" he added.

My heart felt indecisive, I undo my intention to knock and return to the room alone. So that email is a petition email. I went back to my room and opened the email file om Za, read every word of it.

"East Java, yes .." I muttered.

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