Love Me Please, Uncle Camat

salwa Whine

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bismillah

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so geroginya me, who will meet the family Om Za I was confused what clothes should I put in the suitcase ??I heard the weather in Aceh is quite hot ..but do not forget also that Aceh is an Islamic country, whether the response of the big family Om Za later there , I do not want to display a negative first impression.

finally my choice fell on a long shirt but not veiled with a few pieces of casual clothes also for me while in the room only...

after saying goodbye to our father and mother also left for Soetta airport ushered in Deni sir, my heartbeat seemed to not want to stop.

" why ???" her question saw my anxiety

" yes ???! I looked up the difference in height was the reason "nothing Om ga.." answered me on the bench waiting room ,

" you're not air drunk, are you ???do I need to get a crackle on the plane later ??" ask her

my face looks like someone who likes to travel ???

" do not do it." I replied.

loudspeakers have called for immediate entry into the aircraft cabin

" let's..." Om Za dragged my suitcase and walked in front , my lips immediately pursed what suitcase handle is more comfortable to hold than the hand of his wife ???

" it's a dry washing sponge yes dishwashing sponge ..kaku.datar ..garing.ga no romantic his" grumbled following Om Za.

I glanced at my feet for comfort on the way,,, beside me I saw Om Za was not even chatter anything, when the plane had taken off Om Za was even preparing to fall asleep

" if you need anything, just say it. I want to rest for a while." he said, I nodded , I nodded ,annoyed indeed when other passengers chatted I like side by side with a banana carcass but saw the look of his face that fell asleep like Om Za is very tired, selfish if I am concerned about something as trivial as this ,I see a handsome face and matured adeptly while occasionally my smile was on its back, actually I am am tickled myself," fortunately the person sleeps if not very embarrassed I see him long ago "murm ,it's nice to see Om Za's face right said Acha, Om Za is handsome and I'm his little wife, looking at Om Za like this makes me sleepy and fall asleep...

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my eyebrows are tied my eyes blinked a few times and do not realize now that my position has been leaned on the stocky arm of Om Za, hugging him possessively

" is it up ???can you let go ??brother pegel's hand you made a pillow.." he said, I looked up and hurriedly let go.

" uhh... sorry om.." I grimaced.

" a long time no ??" I asked to see the plane still in the air

om Za looked at his watch "coming soon"

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travel from Jakarta to Banda Aceh which takes approximately 4 hours make pan*ta*t me a little sore.. my smile is engraved when my eyes see the scenery that amazes me some iconic buildings typical of the Land of the Portico of Mecca is seen from above here.

Here is Sultan Iskandar Muda international airport in Blang Bintang ,Aceh Besar sub-district, I think I should make it and I story right in my WhatsApp group , considering the face of Acha that is sour will be more sour almost equal leatherback wuluh when I see a holiday in Aceh...

I inhaled a deep breath of "seduuttt....!!! hmmm..."

" what are you ??" tanya Om Za who wears back her sunglasses, more cute aja the om...

sports again...!!!

" apparently??" I turned around to ask "let's go." 45 spirit burning in the chest because impatiently want to immediately explore the hometown of Om Za

" we ride what Om ???" much

" have a taxi" he answered

" oh ok.."

back Om Za dragged my suitcase but this time he walked with me, maybe afraid I was missing , the weather was hot making my pores sweat.

" hot..." I said, my eyes looked out the car glass observing the bustle of the city of Aceh although not as busy as the capital but the heat was almost the same maybe even a little hotter...

the taxi entered the courtyard of a large house painted in white and brown, I got off ...the courtyard overgrown by Cempaka trees scented a large tree with white and yellow flowers this gives off a distinctive fragrant aroma, when occasionally the wind blows the leaves and flowers sepoi sepoi ,under the trees scattered some brownish fruits, do not forget other large potted plants make this house shady and cool in the middle of the hot weather of Aceh...after paying for the taxi Om Za took me inside

a little I tidied my hair that I deliberately divorced in order to impress girly, even though a little bit limp..

" assalamualaikum.bi.mi.." says Om Za.

" wa'alaikumsalam.eh Salwa has come...come here son..gimana journey??" tanya Umi took me to a chair

" Thank God.umi.." I replied.

" how is Aceh ??" abi asked "hot ??"

I smiled "yes it is almost as rich as Jakarta." I replied.

" how are you the same mother, healthy ??"

" Alhamdulillah healthy.titip greetings to abi sama umi.." I replied

" wa'alaikumsalam." they answered.

" yes, Salwa should rest first, maybe cape.." umi stroked my hair that was already this blistering.

" yes umi.excuse me ...."

si*al I just realized that it turns out om Za is no longer beside me, where is she ???the room next door doesn't know if my body is sticky and wants to be clean immediately, I wiggled to look for it, mummy who saw me smile

" brother's room is on the left...."

" ahhh yes umi." I replied embarrassedly.

I climbed the stairs made of teak wood choosing which room ,ahhh this is it ....

I held the handle of the door and was about to open it but I had not opened it yet, it had opened from the inside, and it appeared that someone was cleaning his hair

" Om Za.ihhh makes me shocked.." said I who was shocked.

" what are you doing there??"

" continue according to Om, where should Salwa ??? Salwa wants to take a sultry bath..., look out...!!!" I pushed Za's body but he didn't even shift a bit, crazy is the body made of whether, here's what a camat athlete anyway...

" yes, take a shower, your body smells good ...." Om Za slightly advanced her face and closed her nose

" great... Salwa fragrant ko.." kilahku

" yeah already there come out, Salwa wants to take a shower...!!"

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after dinner & dinner, here I am a minimalist style room without any attachments and monochrome colors, in this bed I just quietly play the phone while occasionally glancing at Om Za who is seriously struggling with his laptop

"Om.. tomorrow Salwa wants to walk Om...to an iconic place here ,Salwa wants a special holiday use telor.." I said amazed

" tomorrow it can't... Om suddenly there was a village visit .." he replied casually

" what ??! salwa, why tomorrow ???"

" help me at home ???"

is he kidding ???! come all the way here just to help out at home...

" Salwa wants to come with Om...!!!" I jolt "the pokonya's on point....!!" I sat down not to hear rejection

" can't , later you won't feel at home.lagian the weather is hot.."

" don't want to know Salwa want to come, Salwa is not a child pingitan yes om.ngapain far away here just diem at home ,big no..!!"

" Salva...!!! but you're going to be the boss." he said closing his laptop and facing me.

" salwa will be more bossy if you have to be at home.." I always don't want to lose "oh Salwa know Om is afraid to gep again cheating, right if there is Salwa??" I raise my eyebrows next door

Om Za sighed tired" okay ..you can come but promise not to disturb ???" I nodded quickly while raising my palm

" wouldn't you complain a lot ???" her question again asked me to promise I would nod back

" wouldn't you do it ???" ask again, I nodded back

" promise..!!!"

" yes you are asleep now, we leave in the morning..."

I smiled happily "thank you, brother...."

" hemm if you have any will just call brother...."

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