Love Me Please, Uncle Camat
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Koala boy !! that designation might be suitable for me at this time, hugging my mother tightly, not wanting to be released. Al Fath just dumbfounded, with an occasional laugh, gnashing his gums that were still red, without any teeth, saw uminya attached to his oma, like a koala child. Maybe if it is big Al Fath will pat his own eel, dizzy to see his general behavior that is effective beyond the baby children who have been immunized, often anyway.
"Mother oh mother ! take me with you !"my rayuku. Just a few days with you is not enough.
"Ga ashamed of my husband's son??!" ask me a little squeaky.
"Engga!" reply relax. Just last night said the promise of faithful following the husband everywhere, to the ant hole though, look at this morning !! indeed my mother said php handyman, yesterday afternoon this is now so and tomorrow is different again. Can't hold his words.
"Al, take care of the spoiled umya yes, if you can cry even more so let him dizzy !" said mother.
"Oma go home first, be a baby baby, especially later away first with his ashes !" said mother, my gemoy even laughed until his eyes narrowed.
Mommy comes home from Za om who all go to work.
"Mother heart !" my spoken. Mother nodded, "always !"
Today the mother who came home, 2 more days I will soon fly to Aceh.
"Here Al, same umi.abi it's too late !" I'm holding Al !"
"Go first, be careful at home.don't move too hard, just wait for your brother to come home !" the message. His outstretched hand rubbed my head and kissed my forehead, turning to Al.
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"Mak Salwa !!" peekkik ma'am Surti, as I was about to enter the house.
"Eh bu Surti??!"
"Is it healthy?" ask her.
"Alhamdulillah," he said, "is it true that Salwa will come home?" ask her.
"Yes ma'am, the day after Monday I had to go to college mom, in Aceh. My brother only stayed here for a month !" my answer is also sad, because during this time, I have felt close to the mother of a fat body whose stomach is several folds.
"Hm, I must have missed this handsome boy !" it's on Al's cheek.
"Mom, thank you very much yes, during this time the mother is very good with Salwa. It's like my own mother !" my morning mood turned blue.
Surti's eyes glazed with glass, suddenly his fat body hugged me warm. "May Salwa be a successful person, don't forget to visit me here !" said it.
"God, ma'am, thank you !"
"Assynolayam !" the sweep was soft, Surti and I turned to the origin of the voice.
" Wa'alaikumsalam," this ain't gonna rain a storm today, is it?? no wind is not cloudy, mbak Siska came to the house.
"Mbak Siska??!" muttered.
"Mbak Salwa, I..maya.apologize all this time has been evil mbak, I admit Mr. Zaky is indeed a dream husband. I was also wrong to have bad intentions to grab the attention of Mr. Zaky, yahh.even though I know Mr. Zaky never once glanced at me !" i'm her.
"I also want to say thank you very much, mbak Salwa very good with me ! " is sincere.
"The same as Mbak Siska, sorry also if I often reply to Siska's behavior, "I replied.
"How about this afternoon we have to eat a meal of ma'am, as well as farewell to mbak Salwa?" mbak Siska's.
"What a great idea, I agree !! all of you I cook for Friday blessings in the mosque !" answer mom Surti.
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I sat on the front porch of Surti's house, moved?? sure have. I'm a new resident here but their welcome and sense of family make me feel comfortable and at home.
In front of me was a simple dish, but a lot. Like just a dream, though,
"Allah is many, "I cry.
"Yu, at the Salwa meal, village food !!" said Surti and the other mother. They laughed, laughing, no burden, just a little joke in the lower class, and I liked it better. Compared to the high-class unclear chatter that makes the brain want to jump into the ravine because it does not understand.
"Mak Salwa why rush home?" asked Rt, his hands were busy mapping the rice and the side dishes.
"Salwa wants to go to college, ma'am" I replied.
"But, piye! who is Al Fath's grandfather??" ask Lia ma'am.
Mother mother berohria, but not mother mother mother name if only berohria without question interrogate.
"Hire an additional assistant ?? is it that big a salary of a camat, huh mbak Salwa?? if I don't pay how much !" replied Miss Rt, I looked into the eyes of the curious mothers looking at me. How not, they see from the sandals I wear alone may be the price equivalent to the salary of her husbands 3 months plus overtime. Not to mention the gift for Fatma and the baby yesterday. Do not let after this they told her husband to work roda so that he could buy sandal cann3l.
I just grinned, "branch has a small business, ma'am, "I replied.
"Yes if you only rely on the salary of a subdistrict device alone it is impossible to buy expensive goods !" honestly, ma'am Fatma.
"I searched on Mbah guugle stroller price given to me, ck ck ck !" decak ma'am Fatma. I cleared my throat uncomfortably, ashamed that if something that has been revealed, is not riya his name.
"Ahh it just happens to be a discount ma'am, rather than talking about the salary of the husband minginan tell me ma'am, this is the name of what, how to make it??!" point me at the bowl of cassava leaves clad in coconut stuffing, and anchovies.
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My stomach was full, Al had already slept in his lap. Because it happened to be unidirectional, when Siska came home, he helped bring Al's bouncer.
"I'm sorry I'm so sorry to be taking nicotine!" I confirmed the location of Al's sling, my shoulders almost dislodged, the child and father are equally heavy, while I myself am petite.
"No matter what Salwa is, it doesn't bother you !" the answer.
"Sorry again yes, I was wrong a lot ! especially, often make Salwa mbak same sir Zaky fight !" again he said full of regret.
"What is Siska, it is common ! it's not just Siska doang ko ! many !" lightly reply.
"Maclum, Mr. Zaky is charming !" kekehnya, I see him full of suspicion, do not let his penance penance sambel.
"Eh, kidding mbak, I've been converted !" the answer. I laughed, "ga what what mbak !"
I entered the gate of my house, but Siska followed behind.
"For a while, Salwa naro used to be Al in bed !" I answered into the room.
He waited and kept Al's bouncer in the living room.
"Mbak Siska !" I handed you a Chan*nel-branded cloth bag.
"What is this mbak ?!" her question knitted her eyebrows.
"This is the sandal, take it ! think of it as a sign of our friendship and a farewell from Salwa to mbak Siska !" I answered him with the sandals he had once hidden.
"Eh, no need to !! I used to be just a nosy !" answer shakes.
"That's the original ko mbak, bought by the brother when Salwa was pregnant Al pas 8 months, because time in the mall, Salwa's feet were in pain wearing shoes, so only kepake a month, it was rarely made ! sorry, not new !!" mbak Siska who so far can only be intelligent if you want to buy luxury goods, because the income of the gig from one condition to another, because the condition, just enough to eat it a day and powder alone as a support for the gig, happy and moved.
"Thank you Salwa, for the rest of my life I have never had the things I wanted" he said.
"Yes, same thing !" my answer.
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Sister Siska came home, I began to take care of my clothes and belongings, so that later it will not be too busy. I blinked at the sight of one of my dresses.
"When do I bring this shirt ?" my own gummy. In the past the intention was only to tease om Za, a sexy dress in bright red there is a hemisphere to the thigh, I laughed giggling, remembering first when buying it. Teingaku got hit by a jewel by om Za and the end I was locked in the room.
I put the dress aside, though,
Chequek...
"Busy?? greetings until you hear?" ask her.
"Eh, sorry bang.. Salwa is in order again !" my answer.
"Bang, can Salwa ask for something?" ask me with sparkling eyes.
Om Za raised his eyebrows next door. Whatever he has given, what else will be asked, he thought.
"Before Salwa leaves, Salwa wants to ask for candlelight dinner !" my answer.
"Candlelight dinner??" ask her.
"Yes, no need to go to a hotel or restaurant expensive ko, just in the front yard of the house !" my answer.
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