Love Me Please, Uncle Camat

Brother bring a fat heart a month

Bismillah happy reading all 😘

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How many times have I hugged a man whose body can be said to be more like a toll road support pole, but his embrace really makes me opiate.

"Abang if you can go home spout, a phone day 3 times !" i'm pouting.

"Yes deck, "he answered. He just said yes, don't know if later. It was a phone call or taking medicine, he thought.

"His time, because this month has entered the last month of training brother, will definitely be busy," he replied carrying my hair back, tidying it up and rubbing it dear. The speakers have called the passengers of prospective departures to enter like toa round tofu, bye bye Jatim, bye bye bu Surti and others.

Om Za carried Al in his lap, this baby of mine looks very comfortable in his father's lap, let alone Al, I'm comfortable. Om Za is more like a personal brand backrest because it's just me and Al the owner.

My baby seemed to sleep with a small pillow in his ashes, while Za's right hand held my hand, took my hand and kissed it. It's like this moment doesn't want to be missed.

"Don't spread the charm bang, Salwa ga will be ridho ! meningan Salwa was poisoned if you look for an affair !" do not know which se*tan pass by and whisper the word.

"Hus !! don't worry !" the answer.

"Especially what you have to prove to believe?" ask her with her eyebrows linked.

"Hmm, yes Salwa believes in brother, but Salwa doesn't believe in women out there !"

I leaned my head against her pillow-like arm until I fell asleep. Fortunately, I am not the type of dirty woman who likes to make a dream island while asleep. I blinked my eyes, seeing the same Za who was asleep made me draw a smile, seeing my two heroes who were like pins halved the same as sleeping, it felt peaceful.

From the round window on the plane, the sky has been seen Aceh, Aceh i'm back home !!

"Goup !!" I kissed the chewy lips of om Za, until the owner was disturbed and woke up.

"Sampe bang, welcome home !!" point me at the view below.

"Hm, have you arrived ?" i'm nodding.

"May you please, hold Al for a second, brother wants to go to the toilet !" the door,

"Here, Al equals umi !" I grabbed my baby slowly, keeping his sleep undisturbed.

Om Za stood towards the toilet, while I made the position as comfortable as possible for Al. As she was about to return, Za passed by and nearly collided with one of the flight attendants,

"Eh, sorry.sorry sir !" said the flight attendant.

"Eh, I'm the one who's sorry, sorry !" Om Za clenched both his hands. The flight attendant was seen staring in admiration at om Za.

"Yes, again sorry sir, I was wrong, not heart !" the answer. Om Za passed but the eyes of the flight attendant were not separated from om Za. He even went back and forth several times to the chair where there was me and Za who sat, just to offer something that was not important.

"This is what is offered only brother mbak??!" just pissed. Do I that big look like a nyempil upil.

"Oh yeah, do you want it too?" her question is to offer a drink and tissue.

"No, thank you ! it's too late !" muttered.

"Sir what's his name??!" ask the flight attendant. My eyes are not friendly. And Za knew that.

" Call it Teuku !" answer om Za. I sharpened the flash of light in my eyes, the insensitive man, in codeine let pura gagu, even answered, so very friendly use greetings to know Teuku.

"Oh good Teuku, if there is something needed do not hesitate !" he said so attention. I leaned my head spoiled on that sandarable arm

"Honey, can you hold Al for a second, Salwa wants to go to the toilet ?" I asked by emphasizing the word affection intentionally, making the flight attendant smile bitterly.

"Here, Al same abi again !" he said he'd get Al Fath back.

"Thank you dear ! cup !!" I kissed her cheek without the aba in front of the flight attendant until she was speechless. I'm sorry if you're disappointed, but this guy already has his label, man. I stood up haughty and walked towards the toilet. The flight attendant left from there.

The plane had landed, Za and I circulated the view looking for an invitation, it turned out there was already om Mirza, and ka Aisyah who was pregnant, there was also Afrian.

"God !!!" screeched at Aisyah, waving her hand.

"Aisha !!" my reply.

"Uhhh kangen !" I hugged Aisyah's ka, leaving behind Za who was carrying Al and carrying a medium-sized bag.

"Widihhh, kaka-in-law is more fertile !!" afrian said, my eyes squinted, this is the man my husband sent, to stalk me everywhere.

"Well, how are you??!" my many.

"Okay Sal, instead of auxiliary, you guys also bring a child yes bag anyway ! the wife of durhakim !" afrian sarcasm.

"Which I can't bring my own bag !" Om Za handed the bag over to Afrian.

"Assalamualaikum bro !!" greetings to Mirza.

"Where is our Camat's father healthy?? oh yes Sal, sorry brother did not visit you yesterday!" said by Mirza.

"What om, Salwa already have brother Za ko, husband with complete package. You don't need anything else !" my answer.

"The lebay !" afrian sarcasm.

"The lyrics !!" my answer.

"Hay ponakan om, how is the trip??" Afrian invited Al to talk, my baby boyish laughs, indeed he is a cheap smile, like me.

"Good thing it's rich ! make the minder people who talk, feel again talk themselves !" ledek Afrian made me laugh, and the one being talked about snapped Afrian's head.

Al Fath began to fuss, he did not want to shut up and whine.

"Dear, don't cry !!" my rayuku.

"Dec, Al's fussy, maybe he's thirsty !" said om Za.

"Engga bang, kaya because the diaper is already full !" my answer.

"How do you think?" ask Mirza.

"Find the gas station or stopover place first Mir, "pinta om Za, please,

Finally, Mirza, flicking a car at a restaurant.

"Co at the diner?" my many.

"You guys eat Sal, it's lunchtime !" answer to Mirza.

"Bang, Salwa change diapers first Al, you guys first !" my spoken.

"Yes, my brother also dzuhur first, then we eat !" replied Za, I nodded.

It was not long before only a few minutes were finished. I closed the car door, and carried Al looking for where Za and the others were.

Two women passed by, maybe my age, both of them had finished eating. Seeing me holding a baby, both of them looked down, I already knew what was on their minds, but don't forget, I was Salwa the girl with a million days of bod*oh.

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"Ian, the big brother of Salwa...! I hope you can trust ! and be careful, this brother's wife has a lot of wits to escape from the surveillance !" whether that includes praise or insinuation.

"Yes bang, brother don't have to worry.branch there just calm down !" answer Afrian jumawa.

"Al, abi is leaving again ! Al who sholeh yes, wait for abi to come home, take care of your crybaby umi !" said it.

Just a few hours to reach Aceh, om Za has to catch a flight back to Jatim. Salute with the sense of responsibility of this one man, who was willing to tirelessly deliver me and Al safely home, even though he had to go back and forth in one day, for him it is his main responsibility and duty as a husband and father. Your tiredness becomes worship, bang...

"Za, be careful.don't worry about Salwa and Al. There are abi and umi as well as others !" om Zaky nodded.

"Zaky said umi, abi, assalamualaikum !"

"Glamour !"

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"Abang, wait !!" peekiku, ran after him out. No tears on the cheeks.

"Remain healthy, brother don't be naughty !! back the spit !!" my whine that was already crying while cringing into his embrace.

Om Za kissed my forehead many times.

"Yes deck, do not be like, after college straight home, wait brother home, "he replied.

"Ga nangis, brother does not want to go forever, only 30 days !" continued.

I looked up with eyes that were already sullen, just this time I felt really sad left om Za, it was made because it felt like it was as amsyong this.

"Udah, ashamed of Al, Al's time did not cry, but looked ! uminya nangis kejer rich abis robbed gini !" rayu om Za's.

"Yes abis was robbed, Salwa's heart was robbed brother, brought same brother !! so come back, bring Salwa's heart again !!" I said sobbing, not letting go of the link of my hand on Za's waist. But this stiff guy laughed.

"With a month's fat hearts, yes, have not yet gone have been told back again !" the answer wiped away the trail of my tears.

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