Love Me Please, Uncle Camat

WIFE, STRONG MOTHER

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"Dek, be a good boy baby ! umi dizzy to sleep !" I said, it looks like my head just wants to break.

I exhaled my breath in my palm, feeling hot. But my body shivered like it was in a meat frezzer. Al Fath I took lying next to me, suing*sui the most powerful way to make my puffer quiet. And sure enough, after a shower and then sucking the afternoon snack, baby Al easily fell asleep.

"Godless is the son of the Sholeh umi !" I rubbed Al's forehead and covered her. I grimaced as the view turned.

"Abang ko hasn't come home yet ?" I pull a blanket that there is only one big blanket here, if said om Za to be romantic one blanket both. Isn't it because he's stingy, or modus ?

I slept a long time ago.

"Assynolayam !" he opened the door but there was no answer, the house was a little dark, om Za was forced to go home late, because in the office there was a birthday celebration of one of the trainees.

"The door is unlocked? this is a dark house !" he said he turned on the lights in the front room.

"Daddy, Al !!" call om Za. He bent his head into the room, it turned out that two of his favorites were wrapped in blankets, there was a smile painted there.

"Tumben clock is coming to sleep !" om Za opened her uniform and grabbed the towel. He cleaned up and went back to his room to get dressed.

"Sir, it's maghrib !" om Za shook my body, but there was no response from me.

"That's a big shave for you at this hour, this maghrib is already !" he said he opened the blanket, his hands touching the surface of my skin.

"Oh my God, deck, are you hot??" ask her. The sound of Za woke me up.

"Abang, are you home?" I tried to get up but it felt like my head was spinning great, my heart ached and claustrophobic.

"Sir, are you sick?" ask Za, touch every inch of my skin.

"Just dizzy bang, if you want to eat angetin aja aja nasiya ya bang, Salwa pingin tambahan bentar !" I said I didn't see the clock.

"It's been in Maghrib time deck, your body is hot !" answer me Za worried.

"We go to the doctor after Magrib !" said om Za.

"Who to bang, buy a drug stall, who will Al be??" my many.

"Al we're going with Surti's mom !" the answer. I shook my head, "great bang, from this afternoon Al was pinned down," I replied.

My stomach felt shaken, as soon as I gathered the strength to run to the bathroom, spewing out the contents of the stomach that had not been entered anything, there was nothing but water. Om Za tailed and stomped my nape.

"Eat already? did you eat wrong?" ask about Za.

I shook my head, let alone eat, my stomach was empty. There's no way I'm craving too, last week I just had a monthly guest, plus I'm kb.

"We're going to the doctor now !" his word does not want to be disputed.

He went out for a while after helping me sleep in the bed again.

Tok.dok..

"Mom, assalamualaikum !"

"Waalaikumsalam, uh there's Mr. Zaky. What's the matter, sir?" tanya bu Surti who just finished praying magrib.

"Mom, I can ask you a favor!" said panic.

"What's up, sir?" ask her.

"Salwa is sick, I'll take her to the doctor. And Al no one is waiting, now is sleeping !" obviously om Za.

"O Allah, did it hurt as much as Siska did last afternoon?" tanya bu Surti rush to open her face and wear hijab.

"Siska why mom?" ask about Za.

"So unfortunately after the return of the Salwa, because it never improved finally Rt brought mbak Siska to the Hospital turned out to be mbak Siska DBD, the plan is that his house will be fogging tomorrow, on the advice of the village !" obviously bu Surti.

"Jeez, I hope not ma'am !" answer om Za.

Mrs Surti called her big son.

"Le !!! mother to rent Mbak Salwa for a moment, send Revelation, father is still in the mosque !" screeched,

"Nggeh buk, " said his son.

"Come on sir !" take him, busy wearing his flip-flops.

Om Za came with Surti.

"O Allah is the Lord ! " said bu Surti heboh.

Om Za called his rent invitation while he was here. He wears a jacket, and also looks for my sweater, painstakingly pairing it.

There was a quick sound of a car horn in front,

"Mom, sorry I'm always a hassle. Titip Al for a minute !" said Za, "nggeh sir, it's okay ! the important thing is that Salwa can be treated quickly," replied Ms. Surti.

Om Za immediately carried me, "hold dear, we'll see a doctor soon !" he said kissed my forehead dear, looks veiled to the worry and panic of om Za.

"Bang, how's Al?" I was weak, only Al was on my mind at the moment, what if he was crying from thirst and hunger.

"Did you eat?" my many.

"Here, there was a friend in the office who was celebrating his birthday, should have been home quickly, brother," he said there was a line of regret on his face.

"Ga need to frown on his forehead, look old !" kekehku, om Za even more tightened his embrace.

"Salwa ga what bang, Salwa strong woman !" my answer.

When I got to the doctor, the doctor told me to do a lab check.

"Bang, Salwa don't want to take it in the care of !" sulokku.

"If you have to do anything else, don't hear the doctor say what ?" the answer.

I shook my head, then what about Al.

"Al later how's bang??" I pleaded, but this man seemed to be unkind.

"Al's problem, let brother take care of it" he replied.

Sure enough what I was afraid of, I got DHF, and had to be hospitalized, it turned out that the disease was epidemic and became a pandemic in several cities in Indonesia, the doctor referred me to the General Hospital , om Za shook her head, hearing the room full. Om Za called his acquaintance here.

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My body was very weak, when the nurse just put the infusion of the needle prick not until it hurt. Because tngku sudsh feels numb, it may be the effect of low blood platelets.

"Bang, Salwa don't want to !!" answer's crying.

"Salwa wants to go home !" in the hospital alone without any family, not to mention Al who just tucked in the neighboring house becomes a burden of mind. Although it is not possible to bu Surti like most viral news today enforce alcohol or just sleeping pills on Al.

"Second should be hospitalized until healed, brother please listen to brother !" said pleading.

RS bed that brought me into the VVIP room, om Za looks busy calling me Mirza and om Ramli.

Om Za approached after finishing his call. He approached and sat down on the chair beside my bed. Suddenly the man kissed the back of my hand which was fitted with an infusion.

"Strong girl !"

He pecked my hand again, "strong brother's wife's grandfather !"

And the third time, "the great Al Fath's mother !" said it. Auto healed with gini.

"Do not woo ! Salwa again can't joke bang !" my answer.

"Mother is on a flight from Jakarta here, " he said.

"Mother?" I ask, the woman I miss right now. If it hurts like this, it's usually a round hug I'm looking for.

"Yes, let Al be at home" he replied.

30 Minutes earlier

"Assalamualaikum, "

"Va'alaikumsalam, Za. How are you?? Salwa and Al?" ask mother.

"Alhamdulillah bun, but Salwa is currently in Hospital Bun, must be hospitalized !"

"Oh Allah ! and the mother's granddaughter??"

"Al's still at home with neighbor bun,"

"Then let the mother go there !"

"Thank God, thank you, sorry Zaky has troubled you,"

"Don't tell me that, Salwa and Zaky are the mother's children, Al Fath the mother's grandchildren."

"Then Zaky book a plane ticket ! later Zaky asked Zaky to pick up mom at the airport to the house !" the answer.

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"But you can't give it to Al, bang !"

"For a while Al might be fed formula milk, during the dowry here," he replied.

"Hurry to heal baby, "his kiss on my forehead.

"Bu Salwa it's time to take medicine, but eat first !" the nurse poked her lips together, while Zaky's lips were still on my forehead and kissed my lips briefly. He could only frown inwardly, his single soul thrashing around at the sight before him. The sweet love story in the novel turns out to be real in front of him.

The main perpetrator was just calm without feeling embarrassed, he acted as if he did nothing. Do not know because of her actions, now the sister became a marriage licensee.

"Thank you sus, " replied om Za received a tray containing hospital food, I think food that can make my tongue turn into a mute because of the taste and texture. Why is there no meatballs in the menu anyway or boba drinks that.

"Same sir !" he then came out.

"Huhhh, patient patiently. Singles and nepi !" he murmured softly as he walked out of my room. I chuckled, "you know shame, this RS bang is not a dimly lit stall ! don't kiss as good as a jidat !" my answer.

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