Love Me Please, Uncle Camat

Hospital

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Never for a minute did Za leave me, like the current habibie and ainun version, I woke up in the middle of the night because my heart was hurting, plus it felt like my throat was dry. Let alone to eat drink, breathing also feels pain.

I woke up and grabbed the fatigue of the glass on the table, maybe because of my movement that would not be silent, om Za so woke up. The mature man slept overnight with his hands on his back, sitting on a chair.

"Want to drink?" ask her. I nodded, "sorry yes, Salwa disturb brother !" my answer.

Om Za picked up a glass of water, "it's okay, just say the same brother, let brother help !" said it.

"Still sick?" ask her.

"Yes, Salwa's heart aches bang, make a hard breath !" aduku.

"Slow down the deck, yu drink, brother help !" the answer. Even though it hurts but I force it.

"Alhamdulillah, "the answer

"Yes Alhamdulillah, there is a brother sii.so his breath is light ! I'm oxygen Salwa !" chortled.

"Your !!" head's grabbed.

"Does DHF make people hallucinate and the brain slide ?" ask Za, please,

"Ish brother !" my lips are pursed, pain is not a barrier to the brain to think right, pain does not make a Salwa into a rigid human model om Zaky.

"When you sleep here !" I answered shifting my position on the bed, I think it would fit both of us. "Let so sweet bang rich in movies !!" chortled,

"Let's so sweet, what do you think about sister??" ask her.

"Abang, want to pray at night first deck, just sleep again. Break !" om Za finally got up and went to the toilet. I could only pay attention to om Za, a handsome adult face soaked in ablution water. Raising prayer rugs and carrying out his duty as a people, complaining all his troubles to the Creator, tucked away my name and Al in his do'a do'a. Al...how's news my little hero, maybe he was rolling funny bolts with his mother in bed, sleeping, while looking for the source of his life, it turns out like this it feels far from my little angel. Not because of.

Romantic adult men like this, there is no time to think about a change, for him more afdol put my name directly on the top list in each do'a. Responsible for the world of the hereafter, born and bathed. A kiss hug for my dead man. I take my old words, if married to Za om will make me feel like hell. If married to him would be like living in the colonial era, or living with a grandfather maranggi, the handyman mendzalimi wife.

Staring at the man didn't bore me, his shady face calmed me down, brought me back to sleep. Into a beautiful dream.

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The nurse delivers water to wipe, only one basin plus a lap to wipe the body.

"Bang, Salwa wants to take a shower.ga wants to get a gini !" decihku.

"Let your brother ask, "he answered again calling for hot water.

"Will not go to the office?" my many.

"Abang has permission, brother will be here to accompany and take care of adek !" the answer was busy taking out my clothes. Look at the man so eager to pull out my clothes, no more shame in sorting out the inner milah, the most know Za.. It was natural that almost every night he saw her. Even compared to me, om Za seems to be more familiar with my internal number.

"What a great spirit !" I narrowed my eyes with my lips grunting.

"Oh obviously, bathing you will be included in the list of hobby brother !" chortled.

"After all this is a VVIP room, we're just here !" he said raising his eyebrows in a bundle with his pervert.

With care Za took care of me. Like a father bathing his daughter.

"Be looked at over !!" my sarcasm covered his face with my palm. Being seen so intensely makes me ashamed of myself.

"Keep if you don't see how your brother wants to bathe !! don't be shy about that geer, brother has seen it every night !" his answer was flat even though he had to take pains to hold back something that was already churning there.

"Salwa ngerasa tainted tau ga !" ketusku, so so like still a girl. Om Za chuckles.

"Abang has also been tasted, already unboxing !" the answer embarrassed me.

"The mouth !!! ask for a syringe with an infusion needle !!" my answer.

"In addition, why should be embarrassed, you already know which parts are delicious tasted !" he said again, I round my eyes. Grabbing water and splashing it on Za's face.

"His brother needs to be in ruqyah, "I replied. Om Za rubbed his wet face while laughing.

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"Abang, "call me to see him busy taking care of me.

"Yes, sick??" her question stopped the comb in my hair. I shook my head and even sobbed.

"Then, why are you crying?" ask her.

"Salwa is moved, it should be Salwa who takes care of brother ! but Salwa was sick and even taken care of brother !"

"Still have chosen Salwa as his brother's wife, Salwa thought brother would be a husband who is sweet, a husband who is not romantic, rich grandfather marchinggih ! "

"So do you want to muji brother or want ugly this old man?" ask her, I looked up.

"Ish, it's not cool !" I patted that clay chest with the hand still attached to the infusion.

"Have you eaten?" my many.

"Later after you've taken care of you !" the answer.

"Salwa can eat alone bang, Salwa is not too dizzy ! you eat yes, not later brother who is sick !" my spoken.

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Counted that I have been here for 3 days, even Za since yesterday I have been forced to enter the office, today my neighbor's mother visits my room. Let alone up close, from afar their voices have been heard, "Salwa's sister entered VVIP !!" say one of them.

"This is RS what hotel ma'am ? how is it different from the one below??"

"Assalamualaikum, "

"Glamour !"

"Do we have to take off these slippers first, ma'am?" whispered Lia's mom on Rt. Om Za chuckled, "just come in, ma'am, don't let it go !"

"Oh yes sir, "he replied.

"Mak Salwa, Mr. Zaky. sorry to visit this afternoon !" said Rt ma'am and her group, it's like this if the mother who visited, liked the rumble.

"It's okay mom, thanks in advance !" answer om Za.

"Oh yes ma'am, he said mbak Siska was also treated? whereabouts?? " tanyaku.

"Yes mbak, he got Dbd, in the hospital in the general hospital.certainly in his dirty house, so the mosquito is laying eggs!! "say mother mother, it is incomplete if the mother mother is not equipped with her bib mouth. Om Za chose to go out to the RS canteen and did a teleconference meeting with om Mirza, and others.

"Sorry mom, I stayed a while !" said Za brought his laptop.

"Ngggeh sir !"

"Yes mbak, so yesterday our village in fooging," replied Surti.

"Ahh yes sorry a lot of repotin ya ma'am, " said to bu Surti.

"No matter what, oh yes yesterday mbak Salwa has come to the house, " replied Mrs Surti, who told her the arrival of the mother.

"Well, her mother is beautiful, she looks like Salwa, she looks young !" kikik bu Surti, "the same is rich me !" he added.

"Thank you, "I answered, really hearing mom's babbling made me dizzy again.

"Oh yeah, where's Zaky??" ask Lia ma'am.

"Again in the cafeteria, "oom Za where to hear the outpouring of the hearts of the mothers, let alone the ingredients of the hibahannya.

"Salwa's mother healed quickly yes, let the foam join again mother mother !" said Bu Wati.

" Aamiin, God willing, ma'am !"

"Sorry we didn't bring anything !" said Mrs Rt handed over the hand.

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"Mom's home yet?" ask Za who just came back from the cafeteria.

"Udah bang, "

"Sorry you've been busy meeting, so can't accompany !" he replied, I nodded.

"Second, next week may have to go home to Aceh, the new semester teaching will already start !" said it.

"Yes bang, how are you?" my many.

"Just go home first with Al Fath, you'll catch up!" the answer. A month is not a short time. My lips pursed.

I shook my head, "you want to, Salwa wants to be the same brother !" sulokku,

"Let Mirza or Ramli pick you up ! I only live a month less here !" the answer.

"Should we separate again, right ?" I asked to frown, but it used to be separate, but now it feels different.

"Salwa is his college after a bang !" my door. Like a kid asking for a balloon.

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