Love Me Please, Uncle Camat

Umi Salwa defended herself

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Alisha approached one of the senators, asking for her identity and address, with a friendly and sweet smile like an SPBU employee and a self-service. While I tailed behind him noting all the information he dug up, it sounded evil and cunning anyway, but what power, my mood had already slumped due to seeing 2 seniors who were more akin to patrick and spongebob, annoying and annoying.

"Hey you !" zidan pointed at me, saying,

I sighed, "problem !"

"I'm brother ?!" my answer pointed to myself.

"Yes you, that's delicious. Your friend whose business you just keep a record of !" his feet on the side of the table, like a king's son, just surprised me, the newly coiled student jostled to know his identity for what is cobak, clearly compared to om Za ku good looks there is no se t@*his nails. And I'm guessing, just for Sunday night's apples still asking her mom. Basic hypocrite, say junior do not know manners, but by itself do not know how to sit well, I pray tomorrow pan*t@tnya gone !

"Aren't there many senators, not just him !" he said pointing to another senate friend, where am I writing his identity, what does that mean?? did he mean for me to interview this disrespectful song/man, like a census officer. Ogah !!!! I'd rather be punished, than be so sorry for his life.

"Yes to !" I'll do it, for my mental and mental health. I'm looking for someone to ask for his identity. I'm looking for a senate member who's not very in the college, rich in donuts, dilalerin. He just smiled at me, looking at me. He brushed aside the new students who were lined up in front of him, just like the residents of the sub-district who were trying to get to know his identity, and walked over. Unaware from his right corner, Cut Windu was punching a war drum for me. His eyes are like lasers for circumcision.

"Name Zidan, age 21, zodiac pisces, birthplace of Aceh no mobile..."

"Now !! write it yourself !!" I'm thrusting pens and books, rather than dictating to me, because honestly I don't care, it's better if he writes himself.

"Zi !!" call it, its an*jin6 herder definition, react immediately. As if to tell him that this man belonged to him, no debate. Without aba aba this woman so familiar so deket, as if to tell the whole world if the man next to her is be mine...

There's no time for me to see the cabelita scene, I'm leaving without excuse.

"Didhih ! not polite!" windu.

"Salva !! " i stopped and turned around.

"Yes, you ?!" my many.

"Well, if someone is talking and you leave him ?!" ask Zidan.

"I'm sorry, I'm not being disrespectful. But isn't he done talking? after all, there is a Windu ka. My business is done !" I showed her a book with her data.

"Ga very polite !!! you !! the law of the duck road gets to your class !!" her decree. I let out a breath of air with both of them, what does the cobak want ! the act alone can not be, the turn is left, I'm even punished.

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I rubbed my sweat, the second day on campus, had already been punished several times, a record !! it seems like for the first time in the history of this campus, a new student is already dealing with punishment.

"Another punishment, Sal?" tany Alisha's. I nodded, and more si@lnya again my drinking supply runs out.

"Sha, canteen yu !! aus !!" take me.

Looks quite crowded canteen, maybe because it's a break before changing courses. Or , who no longer has class.

Alisha and I sat down and ordered some juice, and my throat was so dry. But just about to take the order, Cut Windu snatched the juice.

"Ops !! sorry I first ya wear !" said intentionally. I stared in annoyance.

"Sal, drink mine.sambang wait for your order juice so again !" haggar Alisha. That's enough, there's no senior junior in this. This is too late. He even laughed giggling. Look at his haughty style, like this campus and cafeteria are his.

"You know the culture, right?" I approached his desk.

"Sal, it's already !!" whispered Alisha pulled my shirt.

"Don't you as a senior teach something good and worthy of example !" ask me again, my frustration is already in the ubun ubun facing this one woman. Don't let the soul of my bar flared up again here, he stood up defiantly.

"If I don't want to ?? the trouble??! I just want to teach you that seizing something that is very desirable is not delicious ! it's not good, is it?!" against him.

"Drink orange juice !! all use shampooing, let loe's brain segeran little !!!" finished flirting I just left with Alisha tailing, shuddering in horror. While the gaze of surprised gaze, drawn from the eyes of the students of other canteen visitors.

"God !!!" the screeches called my name furious.

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And finally here I am, the counselling room. With the campus who directly called the handsome kalemku. As a result, I have to swell later, listen to the babble om Za, fortunately the man is not here, I can eat it if he is here.

"Hahahahahah !!!" Afrian chuckled with satisfaction.

"Loe flush with orange juice, Sal?" his questioning confirmed that Windu's report was not wrong.

"Let him, let his brain cool, be able to think clearly and wisely ! do I need a more extreme flush let him know and realize what his mistakes are?? senior doesn't have to make him like a king who has the right to act arbitrarily to junior !!" obviously I folded both my hands on my chest while pouting.

"Gue thinks bang Zaky, on the campus phone because you fainted or fought in the boxing arena !! turns out senior nyiram loe !!" Afrian laughed again.

"Lebay ! anyway I flush it ain't making him bleed blood too right ?!" my answer is self-defense.

After this the handsome stiff will definitely call me, and talk at length. Be grateful you Sal.at least in this way om Za can nelfon lamaan bit, with a topic of chat other than usual.

Sure enough, the night after that, the name of the husband called me, thankfully Al Fath had fallen asleep. I stepped towards the balcony of the room.

"Assalamualaikum, baby !!!" myrag.

"Waalaikumsalam, what happened on campus ?!" ask him to the point, indeed this man never had a face or a stale base, always directly to the point.

"Salwa is only defending himself, "I replied scowling.

"Defending does not mean having to lose control so, deck "

"So the phone brother just wanted an interrogation as angry as Salwa doang? don't call me !" reply upset.

"Not so deck, "he took a deep breath. The campus explained it this afternoon, when he was in the meeting room, a call from the campus was on his phone. Reportedly if I flushed one of my college friends with orange juice.

"Do you need to fly to Aceh right now, so you don't act ?!" ask, of course I nodded quickly.

"You can make your brother come home more flat, why not ?!" my answer.

"Abang is busy busy deck, insyaallah just pray in time quickly brother came home. Brother is chasing the material to finish quickly. And received a training certificate !" the answer. My smile expands.

"Aamiin, Salwa do'ain. Salwa same Al Fath kangen brother !

"That brother's voice is hoarse? sick brother?" my many frowns.

"With the deck, brother is just a little unwell !" za replied, I suddenly felt guilty.

"Oh Allah, Salwa's husband.I'm sorry bang, Salwa ga there for brother's care,"

"Not what deck, insyaallah tomorrow also recovered. Maybe it's flu season !"

"Don't eat late, don't forget to rest, don't ketapean, drink warm water !" honestly my heart is troubled. There om Za is alone.

"Dear, you'll take care of yourself."

"How's Al, is he fussy? is she asleep now?" her question, heard from her voice this man misses his son.

"Alhamdulillah, Al good boy bang, he never fuss, understand uminya who should go to college, Al also have slept !"

"Alhamdulillah, take care of yourself there, both on campus," said om Za.

"Yes bang, my brother is also cured, take care there, cepet home !"

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