Love Me Please, Uncle Camat
I met gede
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bismilah
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from here Om Za who is giving his word of greeting looks very charismatic , the charm of a mature man ckckckckckckckckckck.and I the owner.
" ekhemm.." My deheman broke someone's daydream.
" sorry adek Salwa "I raised my eyebrows next door
" i mean Salwa... If you may know Salwa is still in school ???" ask her with a sweet smile, which I think there is no sweetness at all especially with her gaze on Om Za just now
" yes Class 2 High School." I replied.
" Salwa doesn't live here huh ??because I used to go to the house bang Zaza never saw Salwa." he said.
what ??? Zaza???is that his favorite call to Om Za, iuhhhhhh....!!!no bingits...!!!
" yes Salwa lives in Jekardah.!!!". said jumawa westernized style.
" Jakarta -....!!" obviously I rotated the eyeballs, he's a bohria.
" if you can ask this aunt who is Om Za huh ???" but Cut Fitri even blushed shyly, itantas make me frown
cihhhh.so sweet prettt.....!!!I feel this aunt cut is a spice seblak in my household later yes.alias mushrooms that will nempelin Om Za...
" i am a camat secretary, his secretary brother.." he returned mesam mesem when mentioning om Za.
brother..abang ..ga need so friendly like men people.
at first I thought Cut's aunt would be my friend here, but it turns out that behind her pretty face keep the seeds of pelakor seeds ....
about an hour and a half Om Za just finished interacting with his citizens, he and Mirza approached me who was with the cut Fitri, there was an uncomfortable look from Mirza , but as much as possible he covered
" heidol.."
" ha'alaikumsalam..."
Om Za and Mirza were sitting next to me
" Om old Za....!!" ketusku
" didn't you say , the show will be long but you yourself are forcing.remember the promise of not protesting ???!" Om Za reminded
" sorry bang, here are some files that you have to sign.." between Cut Fitri handed some files to Om Za, my eyes narrowed, my lips pursed and my cheeks puffed up ,the intention of the heart wants to cultivate togetherness to grow seeds of love but even rich gini ends, feel so cangcimen..both are even engrossed in struggling with file , Mirza who saw only grimacing while accompanying me.
" Salwa has eaten ???" her question was trying to melt the atmosphere,
" not yet Om mir.." I raised my voice hoping that Om Za would hear and care, but nihil he still struggled with the file and explanation Cut Fitri.
" Om Mir.. would you like to get Salwa to eat the same way ???" I asked, the eyes of Om Za eagle began to be disturbed to hear my request, he stopped his activities
" Mirza..Is there any more work after this ???" ask him to interrupt
Mirza chuckles "well secretary dad there, ask me...?the problem of the father's schedule is not my part." he replied, contact Om Za gelagapan .
"there's no schedule anymore, bang after this." said Cut Fitri.
I'm grimacing.." so sweet.."my murmur was heard by Mirza, he chuckled amusedly while shaking his head.
" after this we have lunch together, so don't go anywhere." he said .
I snorted violently 'dropping pan*ta*tku on the chair, taking the prepared wet cake on the plate and eating it greedily 'em sorry, making it,came all the way here just to see Om Za alone with another woman in plain sight.
" uhuukkk..huukk...!!!"
I coughed as I choked on the food I was eating, Om Za immediately left her job and walked up to me...
" sal..sal..makan slow food Om mir ga will ask ko, nih drink.." laugh Mirza while offering a drink, nih, but I haven't drank Om Za snatch it first from Mirza's hand and drink it to me while patting my nape .
" cihh asemmm.same..." Mirza grumbled at the attitude of Om Za, who played just grab it.
" thank you mir.." said Om Za late..
" last bang.." ledeknya.
" so before eating said bismillah.kalo eat a little tuh..don't use angry.." like a father who was scolding his son.
om Za's attitude did not escape the view of Cut and Mirza
" yes you have not eaten yet, wait brother soon we will eat and roam around..."
do I have to choke first and Om Za can be noticed
" Mirza already has a fiancee, if you walk together the same you, the fiance will be angry..."
" dhhh bring status.." Mirza protest, but the protest was silent no matter.
Om Za came back and finished his work immediately
" Mir...you just bring my car...let your motorbike be brought by Amir, Fit...do you want to come???" tanya Om Za offered Cut ..just as she nodded, I put my lips together
" just interrupt.." my inner self.
finally after saying goodbye to the people we got into the car
" loh ko Om Za in the back ..??" askaku who saw Om Za helped open the rear car door
" should it ???" ask her back
" It's Om who owns the car..."
" Sister cape ..indeed usually Mirza who satirin.."the answer sounds like a lackey.
" what is Om Mirza ???" much
" Om Mir administrative department, but concurrently assistant, driver, plus...
we got into the car with Om Mirza on the wheel and Aunt Cut on the side while I was behind, it was awkward, was it because of my presence???they just fell silent without any meaningful chatter especially Om Za the flat face
" bro ...we eat where is it ??"
" anywhere we eat only "
" ready sir boss..as per order !!"
" Om Mir.ko call him bro anyway...emang have known for a long time huh ??" tanyaku leaned forward to get closer to chatting with Om Mirza
" we are indeed friends since the time of High School continued to study in Jakarta and nge kost together." replied Om Mirza, I berohria.
" sal...backward.do not be too front.." pull Om Za.
" if far away is not good to talk about it .." grumbledu but according, from the front of a pair of eyes watching from the reflection of the rearview mirror, the debate between me and Om Za with a different gaze .
" Om Mir." call me
" yes "he answered
" ko Om feels at home anyway has a cold temen ,cuek sama jutek gini , rich drops Hitler again ..kalo so Om Mir anyway already Salwa ceburin to got beside the complex... " I replied while turning my face and puffing my cheeks, just contact Mirza laughed laughingly but before long he poked his lips holding his laugh ready to burst again, while Cut Fitri reviewed a smile and a small laugh, while Cut Fitri said, so far no one dared to Pak Camat this one is famous for his shock in the district office, although originally he was kind and humble, disciplined also devoutly religious.
a smile rose on his face, hearing the nickname I gave him...
finally the car is parked neatly in a restaurant, the aroma of Acehnese cuisine with its spice out spoiling my sense of smell
" hemm is very fragrant...!!! come on in Om.." I put my foot in but Om Za held me back
" slowly do not run away...." Om Za grabbed my hand and flanked it.
" do not gini also time om.has been rich nene nene rempo aja ... "
after choosing a place and ordering food, finally the food came, the smell and look was very appetizing.even my saliva almost dripped because of it, I ate it greedily ...the three adults ate while occasionally watching me and smiling...
thought I was eating while joking what.
Om Za sighed and then put her thumb on the corner of my lips
" little child.eat still a mess." he said I only received his treatment only.
" beuhhh sweet sihh if the children of today say uwuuu.." goda Mirza,Cut Fitri is confused because of it, he thinks what my relationship and Om Za really is....is it just uncle and nephew??? but this semester added never once in his life saw Zaky like this to a girl or the opposite sex... Zaky is a cold man, and cuek but he is handsome, Sholeh, too,wise and disciplined in the office alone many women who admire not a few who clearly expressed his feelings for Zaky and liked him secretly including himself.
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" well.sow Salwa wet.." I accidentally nudged a drink that did stay a little while wiping elap with tissue.
" that's why you're careful your clothes are wet, my brother took the jacket first in the car." he said.
" let Cut bang take it.." Cut Fitri bargained.
" no need to deck.let's just brother..."
my eyebrows raised, while grimacing " adek adek..adek met big....!!" ledek... Mirza just went back to poking her lips, hearing every word I said
" wah..seru nih .. every day will watch the third world war." cried Mirza...
" sal...in Aceh how long ??" ask Mirza
" emhhhh one week." I replied.
there's a smirk on Mirza's face I don't know what to plan for
" condition the smile.before I say overtime.." then Om Za went to the parking lot to take his jacket.
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