Love Me Please, Uncle Camat
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can't wait to go with Om Za immediately, see what it works like??, I fan my body feel bright enough I wear a knit sweater, when the weather is a little hot ,in Jakarta alone I only wear a tanktop and shorts or thin pajamas
I moved uneasily and it turned out to make Om Za who had not fallen asleep disturbed, then I woke up and opened my suitcase, taking out the clothes I used to wear to sleep
" Om..ga anything Salwa wear this shirt?salwa's sultry abisnya can not sleep.." said I asked first, not anything I was just lazy if it should be wrong again later, Om Za nodded his assent.
" just in the room" he said.
I went to the bathroom and changed clothes
" well if the gini is comfortable.." my smile .
I cringed in, now Om Za who regretted her decision just now how not he was a normal guy and saw a girl scantily dressed and open next to him making his side of the men thrashed, shoulders and back smooth covered tanktop that is next to him is indeed only belongs to a girl but the girl who just started to mature like a mango that is ripe....success makes Om Za swallow saliva and wheeze uncomfortable...
with a sinless face I cringed into the blanket carrying it only to the stomach because of the hot weather
" astagfirullah... Za , remember she's still innocent." her mind .
although I am his wife, Om Za has not touched me yet, considering that I am still in school .
" be careful Om do not macem-macem..kalo not I report KPAI.." said I threatened.
"KPAI will not be able to do anything if brother shows marriage book, besides my brother does not taste with you.." he replied, I grinned.
" boong really ,liat his face is also mupeng (face of interest).remember Om Salwa is still in school.don't until later there is news of a priest inhabiting*li minors.." said Jumawa, jumawa,I don't know when Acha's unfiltered nature got into my brain
" why??after all, the child is not a minor does not deserve to be called a child. Moreover, the girl is the legal wife of the brother in the eyes of religion and country. "the answer is stark, he replied,
" or rather you whose thoughts are dirty...do you often see your brother naked ???" ask her back
my face heats up "nice .. There is Om who tarnishes the sanctity of Salwa's eyes.."
tonight's a long night decorated with a little debate I and Om Za until somehow or who first, we've slept .
" Salwa..the girl is so lazy, you....!!!quickly wake...!!!" without any softness, how to wake up Om Za like a debt collector collect debt, circus.
" yeah Om do not need to shout shouted Salwa with only her eyes a ballom can be literate." I replied with my eyes closed.
" bud count to 3 if you do not immediately wake up brother stay in service ....!!! one, two. "this is how to develop a friendly ala Om Za already like people are quarantined as cadet candidates only.
My eyes opened wide and as soon as possible I woke up the intention of wanting to close the mouth of the atomic bomb but what was the power of the situation that was still dazed and staggering made me unable to hold the balance and fall in the direction Om Za, our eyes meet and look for a long time ,why my heart can not condition at this time , it beats so great ..eyes firmly but steady ,the curves of the perfect face do not forget the lips that I think are sexy.astaga morning my mind has traveled very far ....
"sal......??" he said, I'm getting nervous..
" hemm??"
" you stink.tuh iler you haven't wipe.." I gasped at his words My eyes sharpened my lips forward a few centi and pulled my body.
" buk.." I hit that burly arm
" it's good Salwa ga ngences ya.." grumbled me as he went into the toilet.
" blue.." I closed the door as hard as I could, upset
" funny "chuckles while shaking his head .
as usual when I was with Om Za always imitate me during prayer.he said afraid I was not solemn 5-year-old boy what pray but hand scratched.
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" wear covered and a little loose"." he said who was buttoning his safari uniform.
" no.no.. Om we will want hot heat so Salwa should wear a dress only om or shorts ..don't be loose ..ga i kece.." I said.
" yeah, you can't come..! " i'm choked
I wear torn jeans and a body fitting t-shirt "yuu Om. "give me, but he shakes "change...!!"
" torn pants you bring, do you not have full clothes anymore ???" ask her
I see hello !!!!! this style Om is not an undressed outfit...
" change or brother stay." he said coldly.
back my face scowled, mostly together Om Om make me old spout.sudder clothes once but still wrong according to him.
" Salwa give up this stay Salwa shirt, tomorrow Salwa will wear mukena aja." said I was frustrated.
Om Za approached me "not bad.yuu breakfast first.. "
eventually.......
after breakfast we say goodbye to abi and umi ,
" Mir..I'm already on my way." he told the person on the phone .
the location of the village to be held extension and inauguration of the multipurpose building is not so far away, the road is also good, the condition is quite beautiful , in Aceh, there are indeed many newly developed villages but it is undeniable that there will be no slums, villages, streets, places of worship relatively clean and well maintained....it's just that as far as the eye can see here is rarely seen the existence of entertainment places like Jakarta or other big city cities, here there are no malls, factories or hotels that are fairly large especially places for night entertainment, entertainment,because here there is also a limitation of hours for women.that is why the citizens are often called Medan centric because when on weekends most of the citizens will spend their time in the city of Medan ....
" Om when do we watch yu..there is a good movie, you know.." invite me while glancing at the street lyrics ..
" later on the weekend." she replied.
" is the weekend ???" I'm so upset, so tickle
" the journey from here to Medan requires a distance of 12 hours, if this afternoon we go there which has the bisokopnya already closed..."
" why should be far away to Medan anyway om.we are in Aceh, Salwa did not ask to watch far away.." my argument.
" there are no cinemas here like in Jakarta, no entertainment venues like near your home ...."
om Za's reply left me dumbfounded, how can I live without entertainment???maybe this is the mature man beside me being a stiff and flat person ???because there is no entertainment hihihi
" o Allah Om.masa heh..mana can live like that.." said I do not believe.
finally the car parked in front of a village bale, where it was crowded by residents who wanted to follow this event ,as if knowing that the higher-ups had attended some people welcomed warmly with some village apparatus subordinate Om Za, accompanied by ,they look so disinclined and respectful to my dead man even though my Om almost looks the same age or even younger
"assalamualaikum, morning sir.all are ready.stay waiting for the father only.." said someone tagged Mirza ,next to him was a beautiful woman in a veil who smiled sweetly at Om Za named cut Fitri... Om Za nodded "wa'alaikumsalam"
" mir, fit.introduce this Salwa.." said Om Za introduced.
" assalamualaikum dek , the name of Mirza's brother the handsome.call him brother mir." he said.
" fit..please prepare a place for Salwa.." he asked, the woman smiled kindly, but occasionally stole a glance at Om Za, it did not escape my sight,
" assalamualaikum deck Salwa I cut Fitri just call Fitri .." he said
" waalaikumsalam ,hay om, tan.pilam aja Salwa.ga please use the deck.. Salwa is already big because "my words.
" pff...." Mirza held back her laughter
" Sal..abang to the event first, Salwa just wait.maybe a bit long .." he said rubbing my head even though his face still looks flat, I nodded.
" the spirit of Om.." I answered, grabbed the back of his hand and kissed it
" let's go mir..." Mirza nodded
" let's Salwa.." take Fitri, I follow.
" Za..that's who's funny gemesin ,pengen take home ,adek cousin yes bro ...?" kekeh Mirza while walking towards the event venue .
" wife.." Om Za's short answer made Mirza gasp in shock
" what the h*ell???you got the wrong men ???"mirza's head as if hit by a hammer mace belonging to the Gajahmada so astonished her.. Mirza and Zaky have been friends since High School, studying at the same campus in Jakarta made them know the association there... Mirza walked in with all her confusion and shock....
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