Love Me Please, Uncle Camat

When you have to be independent

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My mouth is as rough as a wall, but my heart is as soft as silk. The soul of my humanity is still echoing loudly. The left side of my heart said, ngadain wayang last night to celebrate the defeat of mbak Siska, retaliate and open all his disgrace in front of everyone might be successful to make him embarrassed half to death. But the right side of my heart said to see him, my neighbors should help each other, maybe the teachings of mature men whose lives are as straight as the ceiling of the house have seeped into my pores and flesh.

"Ck, argghhhhh !!! look at it !" mumbling grumbling.

My way was a little tiptoed when passing in front of his house like a man who wanted to throw a neighbor clothesline, looking lonely. I looked up at the glass in his house, the other time he fainted.

"It's lonely, still alive isn't it ??" muttered. I exhaled my coarse breath, bringing my hair behind my ears.

"Mbak Siska !!" I knocked several times on her door and called her, but there was no answer from her. Sometimes I put my face to the window of his house, dark. The dark house is quiet, similar to the ghost house in the film. Most of the horror movies are suspected.

"Mbak Siska !!! I'm still alive, right ??!!" my peek. Still no answer.

I ventured to open the door of his house, a little hesitant, afraid later I guessed people do not know themselves playing nyelonong without permission. Do you know what Siska's mouth is like ? wrong he will ask for compensation to om Za, ease. Ahh I won't let it.

ceklek...

"Mbak Siska!!" call me.

I circled my eyes around every corner, alert. Not funny if later mbak Siska arrived to choke me so upset with me. Or stick a rusty kitchen knife.

"O Allah is the Lord of Siska !!!" pekikku, seeing the figure I was looking for was lying on his thin mattress in the room, wrapped in a flower blanket and cardigan jacket. He looked weak and pale.

I'm gonna sit down, "mom, aren't you sick anymore??" I felt the surface of his body.

"His body is hot !!" myrag.

"Salwa's mother !" said weak.

I immediately confirmed the position of Siska's uncle who looked bad. Open the windows of the room and the curtains of his house, so that sunlight can enter the house.

"Mbak ate already?? have you taken any medication??" my many. He shook his head, "astaga ! since when? " i immediately walked to the kitchen, looking for glasses and a water thermos, making him warm tea.

"Bak drinks first !"

"Why don't you call the phone or call the neighbor ! I can ask for help !!" I immediately opened the package I brought, it was only a makeshift hand only in the stall.

I searched again, on the dinner table, and opened the hood, but there was no rice, let alone a friend.

"Bak eat this first, wait a minute I find a cure first for the dehumidifiers, who knows bu Surti has !" I said open the bread and bring the warm tea cup closer, while I returned.

I walked quickly, back to Surti's house. Putting aside the already mounting resentment and resentment, seeing Siska's state all the liver poison evaporated into the air just like that. The one I have right now I feel sorry for seeing him.

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"Mak Salwa, where are you from? ko ngosan ngosan ?" ask mom mommy. I went into the house, "where's my son's mother?" I'm looking for Al.

"Al was asleep in the room of Revelation, but the henchman !" answer mom Surti.

"Bu Surti, please ask for help ! mom's got a heat-lowering drug !" my head is also starting to sting.

"So, who's sick?" ask bu Surti. Kulrikik baby Al is sleeping in the room of Revelation.

"Sorry Umi ya dek, just a minute umi helpin neighbors !"

"Mbak Siska is sick ma'am, I was curious, nyamperin to his house !" my answer.

"Well, I'll get you a minute !" bu Surti brought a box of P3K and then reached for the heat-lowering drug from the box.

"Mbak Salwa want to go back to the house mbak Siska ?? better get another mother. Al let me take care of you !" surti replied, I nodded.

"Mom mom, I think Siska is sick !" said Mrs Surti to the mother who still has some.

"Mom, I'm going to Siska's mom's house, anybody want to come ?" my many.

"Let's be with me and Miss Lia !" answer bu Rt. Finally the three of us went to Siska's house.

Ms. Rt and Ms. Lia helped, they cooked rice to mbak Siska, while I helped her eat, I had stopped by the house to bring rice and side dishes.

"Bak is eaten first, let there be a conductor for medicine !" I said, he shook his head but then forced him to eat, his tongue was bitter he said. Do I need to sprinkle salt so that the tongue is salty, all sick people are like that.

"I guess Siska went where to !" said Ms. Lia.

"It hurts, why don't you ask for help ! thankfully there was Salwa !" added lia ma'am.

Finally after the food was almost exhausted and the medicine he had eaten, Mbak Siska looked sweaty. It is also not too pale. Sudsh fever has subsided.

"Thank you Salwa ! "answers lowered.

Ms. Rt and Ms. Lia look at each other.

"Bak Siska don't hesitate to ask for help, we live next door !" said bu Rt

"Yes ma'am, thank you Rt ma'am Lia."

"Salwa, I want to apologize, for all my bad behavior !" he said glass. I'm actually the laziest with the melow melow scene like this soap opera. I thought this scene was only in ftv. But now I experience it.

"Yes mbak, the same I also apologize if so many wrong !" my answer.

Along with my sweaty sister Siska also sweat, but my sweat feels cold sweat.

"Mom, if you still want to be here. I want to say goodbye first, afraid of Al cry !" pamittu.

"Yes Salwa, " said Miss Lia, but she frowned her forehead into a few folds.

"Salwa's sister what's the matter, right??" ask her. Lia ma'am's hand extended to my forehead.

"God, it seems like Salwa is sick !" yell out to Lia ma'am.

"Maybe I'm just tired, but the weather is hot !" I replied, wanting to immediately put my body in bed.

"Then I say Rt's mom, Lia's mom, Siska's mom !"

"Yes mbak, be careful.if it hurts just ask for help !" order bu Rt.

Along the way, the streets look like a swivel comedy. This is the road that became rich odong odong or indeed my brain that was being stretched.

"Mom, assalamualaikum !!" my spoken. Apparently baby Al is awake, he is being teased by Revelation while giggling.

"Girisham !!"

"Hay baby, play the same with Revelation again??"

"His grandfather was naughty, mas??" I asked the youngest son Surti. He shook his head in shame, hiding his body behind the fat body of his mother.

"If so dedeknya go home first yes mas, because already want afternoon, later his ashes come home grandpa still smell acemm !!" I said monologue to both children of different ages that are not too far away.

"Sir, did Salwa get sick too??!" ask bu Surti.

"Sir, the rich are just tired of the same effects of hot weather !" my answer. Even though in Aceh it was hotter, but I was used to it.

My steps were limp, by holding a baby padlock like Al felt heavy, even though only a few steps away to the rented house I occupied. My head is dizzy, my body is shivering. If with umi or mother, maybe I was lying down and eating hot soup at this time, hemm longing to ambush me. But this is on people's land, just me, om Za and baby Al. I can't be spoiled, a little sick already complaining.

I turned the key and opened the door.

It feels like I can't, but taking care of baby Al is my responsibility. I can still turn on the stove to cook water, let it be for rice friends later om Za who warms it yourself.

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