Love Me Please, Uncle Camat

the holiday....

happy reading all 😍

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bismillah

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" fucking guy sa*rap....!!!" muttered

" wahhh, he's in his right mind ,ayo sal.., we just go home.." take Acha ,but only going to step Afrian advance his bike to block my steps and Acha.

" i don't want to.mending loe stop bothering me.." answered me staring intently...

" and I don't like rejection." she replied.

" step...!!!" my screeches

this time I really feel disturbed, it's nothing I just don't want to try to play with fire, or it could be that people who see this incident assume misunderstanding ....

I glanced at my watch already showing that at 2pm I was wasting time on something unimportant like this, I didn't want to repeat my mistake which led to my pocket money being cut ,I swear, for whatever reason I am not sincere if only this problem my pocket money must be trimmed again, enough is enough every day just a snack of sweet tea and bread....

" taxi....!!" with forced the rest of life in the pocket of my batik uniform which only stayed a few tens of thousands I sacrificed for argo taxi...

" Cha.gue first yes..."

" wait sal.." hold Afrian, Acha who sees my distress helps pull Afrian away from me

" ihhh.ni man is said to be willing to also maksa maksa aja.." lamented Acha.

I finally managed to get into the taxi and leave Acha with Afrian, there was a sense of worry enveloping ', considering that Acha I left with that young gesrek

" sorry yes Cha ,thanks.." I muttered.

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I walk gontai towards the entrance, my pocket money is no longer left, especially soon after the semester break that I should collect money for foya foya in mall ,even hit by the disaster met with Afrian and decided to take a taxi that cost expensive...

" fix.tuh guys just bring si*al aja" I murmured ,

" who brought si*al ?" ask mom, I sat on the sofa next to mom hugging her stomach

" bun.besok kaka bring Deni sir yes, money kaka abis just got a taxi ride.." I asked.

" maybe.., it happens that tomorrow I come home in the afternoon.pak Deni can go back and forth.." replied the mother.

" who the hell brought si*al??" ask mother

" it's a school student.ga important also the same kaka just uncomfortable.." aduku while playing the end of the sofa cushion.

" why difference ???she's a bully kaka ??" tanya mamah, it feels like there has never been a student who dared to bully me just that I am the perpetrator of bullying, I shook my head quickly "not bun..."

" hold on ??"

" he likes kaka ..ask kaka to be his girlfriend "my answer

" bwahahahahah...funny really...kaka accept ??" instead of being angry or upset, my mother laughed

" yea lah bunga.kaka also know the meaning of commitment dong bun.." I replied.

" good if so, that means your child is an adult..."

mother does not know what kind of young man likes me , if you know I guarantee you will not be able to laugh like just now.

as usual, the return to school hours are a routine schedule of my reports on the husband's majesty

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the exam is over, the holidays are in sight, a stack of fun agendas I have with Acha for our holiday event...

" sal..gue already otw loe ready to be ready.jan over time the makeup should not be nyamain make up nyai ronggeng..."

" okay." I answered briefly

touch up there...!!!

touch up here....!!!

perfect....!!

" where are you going ???" ask her from behind the kitchen

" want to hangout ..usual is the young man, bun.kaya mother never young.." I replied laughing.

" are you allowed to go with Zaky ?"

oh!!! I was back to thinking, 'From earlier my chat was not reciprocated 'don't reply read just no

" but bang Za, belom read bun.." I cried.

" if so do not go first.." instantly my face becomes sour, continue if ga dibales bales time I have to cancel my promise with Acha, which is true, not now dong om nyebelinya..!!!

" maybe bang Za again busy, bun.masa yes kaka should wait until bang Za bales, kaka period should cancel the promise to Acha... Acha is already on the way bun.." I'm annoyed that I folded both my hands on my chest.

" yes who asked to make an agreement before getting permission.kalo it turns out later bang Za ga permission how hayooo "mother approached.

always upset.my life is like being imprisoned without certainty....

" ting. tong....ting....."

surely it was Acha.must tell me what I was to her..I stomped a blow as a form of protest with a manyun lips forward , it feels free Korean-style makeup that I made from an hour ago if until I did not go...

" funny....."

" Of Za...!!!" pekikku do not believe, it feels like my feelings are now mixed like the taste of sambal, salty, sweet, fresh from tomatoes but spicy more dominates...

I'm pecking at the doorway

" heid....."

" wa'alaikumsalam, eh Zaky ko ga said first if you want to come here?.?.." shriek mother from inside and mummy ,with ease Om Za even passed me just like that and salim to the mother who was behind me

nut.... nut.....!!!!basic mature guy sucks

but wait !!why did he just carry himself without the suitcase in his hand, I turned to look at the old Om Om

" are you ready, right ??but my brother hasn't said, or where are you ???" I raised my eyebrows not understanding

" a ...no husband came to make a drink ..." said the mother, I sighed several times neutralizing the incandescent lava that had risen into the brain, 'saking his regret

patience sal.sabar...already rich lover is not considered ....

I made coffee according to Om Za's instructions first if he doesn't really like sweet coffee 3 teaspoons of coffee and one teaspoon of sugar ....I guess because it's this habit that makes it as personal as coffee..pahittt...ga there is sweet sweetness.do not know what it will be like because I mix it with additional grudges and anger , I'm lucky I didn't mix it with cyanide...

" this...!!!" I thrust the coffee into Om Za's front desk sitting down

" what father ??"

" it's still working.." I answered.

" why didn't Om say I wanted to come here ...??" I asked with annoyance, there was a sense of pleasure when Om Za came but his way and his annoying attitude made me rise in blood...

" surprise.." he said flat ,woww then I was very surprised sir.my eyes rotate lazily, that's why from earlier my chat was not read because Om Za was on the plane.

" chance Om here... Salwa wants permission .. go with Acha.."

" where to ???" ask her while sipping coffee

" want to walk. ga see Salwa has been dandan like this." he examined me from top to bottom.

" same as it is." he said.

gilaaa..gue has touch up almost 1 hour is said to be the same rich who ga dandan.hey ga see what look I already rich miss wanna be....

" so ???"

" can't...!!" answerable

wah actually ngajakin bawuran nih si Om.mau I ci*pok until dead nih people...

"Acha is already on the road, Om.masa want to be canceled which really just ..." My face is red with anger , tears are almost shed....

" who makes a deal before I get my blessing." There's no scourge of regret on his face, the more I get angry and upset

" we're leaving soon ', I love time to rest for a while" he said

I'm getting my frown " huh???us ??? where???" much

" Aceh.kidn't you already said that this vacation brother will take you to Aceh.." he explained.

slap me...!!why did I forget...

" you better finish your shirt for a week "he sipped his coffee again and went to my room upstairs

" what about Acha ??" pekikku, he even shot his shoulder..

" dude...."

" ting tong's..."

long live son, I walked towards the front door feeling guilty

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assalamualaikum guys.next part yuu we come to Aceh with Salwa same Om Za readyin your ticket.with a little knowledge of the author about the land Serambi Makkah ,if later there will be a misunderstanding yes because the author has never been there , just limited to dreams, do'ain ya.hopefully synchronized, how the excitement of the beautiful girl nan bar with her cold husband ???,stay tune yes....!!!

don't forget to leave a trace....😄😄😄