Love Me Please, Uncle Camat
Senior dark aura
Bismillah happy reading all 😘
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Apparently my pamor as a Camat's wife, not yet famous enough. Not everyone knows that I am married. Including the seniors who lack morals.
Afrian was waiting for me in the parking lot,
"Sal, have you been picked up ?!" ask Alisha.
"Yes, it's my invitation !" point me towards the black car, with Afrian the coolest version of the girl out there, who just got out of it.
"Oh okay, until tomorrow !" pamit Lisha's.
"Okay sha !" Lazy actually, following activities under the guise of introducing the campus environment but in fact only as a platform for senior citizens at their juniors, I want to ask Za to approach him once again to the Dean so that this part of the activity is skipped specifically for me.
"When?" ask Afrian, a question that requires an answer, it is impossible if the answer is no, maybe now om Za will book a flight ticket to Aceh just to drag me home. Whoa ! it seems like a brilliant idea and I should try, if this longing is no longer helped.
Suddenly Afrian stopped his car, "well, the back tire of the Sal camper !" said it.
"Well?!" afrian's speech broke my daydream about om Za. Afrian came out to check, and sure enough, he was seen snorting annoyed while kicking a tire that looked deflated. How to channel excessive anger and upset.
"Free ! mau loe kick the African sampe also tuh tire will not be back again good !" I answered, holding my head out the window.
Just the first day of college, there was already something going on. "Gue find the tire patch first !" abugn. I nodded and preferred to stay in the car while my eyes were staring at my phone screen.
Afrian returned, and drove his car with fatigue little by little, "ck help napa Sal ! " the door. The truth is, calm women with long clothes are told to push push the car that weighs many times. Muke gile !
"Tomorrow check first ! let's not get rich again !" my daughter got out of the car, where there is a history of Salwa Zahratunissa pushing a car in the middle of a broad day like this, if om Za knows, his favorite wife was told to push a car like this, maybe Afrian is no longer beaten or stabbed, he said, but om Za will make Afrian swallow hot machete, like debus.
"Where?? still a long way? knock me ! mending the same om Mirza, no story rich beautiful girl I was told to push the car !" my nagging might be kroncong music for Afrian, he did not really assume, he was used to getting spiritual flush from me, just need to put thick-skinned ears like rhino skin. Then I'll stop by myself, tired.
A motorbike stopped near the location of the car I was driving. He got down, helped push the car.
"I help push, "he said. I raise my eyebrows next door.
"Get me !" my answer continued to push despite the fatigue
"It's not a woman's job" he added. He kept me pushing the car to the spot where the tire patch was.
"Eh, did you help me?" asked Afrian, seeing that there was someone else in the back of the car with me.
"Yes !" answer this man. His eyes could not see me, asked in a grenade om Za, while I had shifted my eyes since then. Not that I'm shameless and ungrateful, just that I don't want to give any man a gap near me. The one that had the nene attached thought I was the third person, the drama queen be stale, felt despised, like a soap opera of karma would happen after this. Plus later, the bodyguard is kind of like, the end of me who was interrogated and got rampaged by the ruler of the universe.
"Thanks bro !" lirih Afrian's.
"The same" replied Zidan.
" Thanks ! Yes, mending loe go ! " my answer, it is wrong if he expects a word of thanks in agreement with a sweet smile from me, let him consider me a girl less aj*@r. Let him get out of my life.
"Eh, you know Sal?" ask Afrian.
"I'm Salwa's senior on campus" he replied.
"Proudly !" muttered.
Instead of going away and getting angry, he chuckled.
"Sal, I used to talk to the mechanic !" afrian Permit.
"Now, "he offered me a bottle of cold mineral water, my throat was thirsty, in the middle of the day the heat burned the skin plus the push of the car, it was delicious throat doused in cold water.
"Ga, thanks. Mending to you ! you're the one who pushed the car further !" my answer is to refuse raw raw.
"I know you're thirsty ! " he kept a bottle of mineral water near me, approaching a girl with the type of female sibga type like me, it was not easy to think. Still don't want to go, what does this guy want.
"Loe why is it still here? want to patch the tires too, or name the eye loe who's been seeing me?!" tanyaku risih looked at.
"For the size of the girl that abis helped, loe pretty ungrateful, loe also the most cute girl I've ever known," he replied, I frowned, already know I'm this thick, like this, still coming and bothering me.
"Thank you for the compliment, how do you want it? I give you an award? thanks for that, right?" my answer. I am indeed the type of girl who can't be sweet spoiled in front of others, Afrian who was talking to a mechanic saw me still with Zidan.
"Sorry, Kirain is gone ?!" ask Afrian.
"Oh, or this !" Afrian reaches into Zidan's wallet to give Zidan money, but Zidan refuses and chooses to wear his helmet again.
"Gue thinks he's waiting for the money, Sal !" afrian said, I looked at the man sharply. From the beginning, this guy was a bitch. Early entry already snapped at me on campus, and now what?? so so an became a hero of bad luck.
"Too rich tomorrow again, I don't want to be ushered get loe ! ck, nuisance !" sit decakku.
"Sorry, how do I know these tires are gonna leak !" afrian Kekih.
"Buruan !!! Al Fath has been waiting for you, Kasian has been in lunch time !" my spoken.
"Yes ahh, mother is fierce !" the answer.
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"Assynol !!" mys,
"Girisham !!"
It turns out that the hero om Za and I were on top of his bouncer with umi who invited him to play.
"Assalamualaikum his champion umi same abi !! sorry it's late, "
"Yes, why the afternoon?" ask umi.
"The car is leaking umi !" afrian answered to his room.
"Be clean first son, before holding Al Fath, then eat first !" pinta umi, I agree.
Om Za did call me, but the chat never got to 10 minutes, just asking for news, eating and Al Fath, unlike the other couple who had for hours, until the ears are hot and thick. Didn't know she, this sweet girl is in a longing.
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This morning Afrian woke up late, as a result I got bad luck. Seeing other new students have been herded down the road like ducks towards the field, making me shudder. What the fuck !
"Hey you !!!" I looked up, this guy again, that shitty guy from yesterday.
"It's too late not knowing yourself ! the others are not too late, walk while crouching !" he said, where was the sweet attitude yesterday?? does he have a dual personality?
"Yes, it's complicated !" reply nagging. He even gave a smile.
"Why are you?" asked again, I sighed like I was being played with.
"So he said tell the duck way ! now it's done even want to say !" my answer.
"You run around the field 6 !! it's a punishment because you're late, only then do you walk the duck gathering with the others !" her word.
"God ! just 3 minutes late doang, time yes 6 around the field rich vastness of the ball field !!" my answer is not to accept.
"3 minutes late ! You want to sell or I can hold here can not enter the campus ?!" ask her.
"Udah mismanaged again, improve your manners as a junior !" added imperious.
I chuckled in annoyance, in clothes like this, a little to trouble me, "it's already an orok !" while passing it. 6 circumference, no problem for me, remember I am the wife of magic om Za, punishment of my food every day since high school.
"Hmm, pull !" muttered.
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Pretty heavy sweat flooded my hijab, just entered the speech already with punishment. Well ! this is the life of Salwa Zahratunisaa.
I sat down next to Alisha. It feels like my knee is almost dislodged, but it's okay I consider this morning exercise, exercise routine for dapetin hot mommy body shape.
"Where is Sal?" ask Alisha.
"Abis dangdutan ! cheated, my bad luck !" my answer.
I took out my tumbler and gulped down the water to wet my dry throat.
This time the random absurd task charged to junior was to record all the identities of the senators. Ck ! I hate this.especially if you have to deal with two annoying people who have ruined my beautiful day as a student.
"Gue males is sha ! especially if you have to meet Cut Windu with Zidan ! the building will burn the campus !" my lady, Alisha laughed.
"Prophe Sal ! with me alone, loe diem later live catet catet aja !" answer Alisha. I'm tailing behind Alisha. Just walking towards the senate group alone, a dark aura was already surrounding me.
Looking in front of me, some new students have been considered a lot of joke material, which is rich like this campus system that must be brushed down to its roots.
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