Love Me Please, Uncle Camat

life is not fair, miss...

happy reading all 😍

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bismillah

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Om Za came back into the restaurant with his leather jacket to put it on me who was much smaller than him so that this jacket was like a dress worn on the people of the fields ,my hands were invisible, destroyed in the style I wear today.

" Om don't be sultry." I refused to wear it but Om Za forced it, I fanned my face and neck with hands and sleeves oversized, funny indeed , , I fanned , Mirza laughed laughingly

" sal...kamu gearsin terbit sihh, so want to take home.." tease Om Mirza immediately make Om Za berdehem warned...

" hmmmm...!!" dehemanya's loud

" let's sal. "say Om Za.

" sorry sorry, Za...." Mirza grimaced scratching his nape that is not itchy, while Cut Fitri tailed while occasionally smiling to listen.

" where are we going ???" I asked with sparkling eyes, Om Za glanced at his watch.

" we should just go to the mosque all to Blang Padang, Mir.." saw the time that has been at half 2 pm and we have not performed prayers , ' he said ,the car immediately rolled towards one of the number 1 tourist destinations that must be visited here ..mosjid pride of the people of Aceh and Indonesia of course , the mosque survived the hit and sweep of the 2004 tsunami...

" ckckckckck....great...!!" my mouth gaped at the mosque that I used to watch on television now I can see it live, Om Mirza parked the car in the basement .

" wear your veil sal.." said Om Za...

I remember what I brought him , this morning Om Za told me to bring a pashmina , because here , especially around the mosque is a mandatory area to close the aurat....I immediately opened my sling bag then grabbed a cloth and draped it on the head without intending to wear it properly

" it's important to be closed, right." My mind...

I set my foot in the mosque area, covered in marble and there were some large columns I looked up this is a big umbrella like in the Nabawi mosque.....

" ckckckckck crazyaa..cool..si.." murmured.

" if you want to praise or be amazed it says massaallah, not crazy.." said Om Za.

" hehehe yes yes indeed..forget it.." my kekeh.

" brother and bang Mirza first let Salwa with Cut alone.." bargained, I raised my eyebrows next to, ,dihhh want to look for attention ....

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after the prayer, the most important thing I did not forget was the selfie,

" Om, Salwa wants to go to the tsunami museum dong.yuukkk.." ask me.

" well, Salwa knows a lot about Aceh yes!!" cut Fitri.

" know dong tan, Salwa kan school ..so ga bo*do bo*do very much... Salwa also often see on social media ..." I replied

" wah..kalo gini way, Om Mir deh nemenin Salwa.all picnics are free.." exclaimed Mirza.

" ayoo Om... far from here ??" ask me enthusiastically

" just fine, sal kalo jalan , we have to lewatin first kerkof.continue the Aceh market, continue pendopo the new governor deh nemu museum, but we lewatin Blang Padang sal, good deh ...." obviously Mirza's just as enthusiastic as I am

" it's okay om,, yuu Salwa want. kalu kalo kalo already far here but ga there , Salwa must be a photo there Om..create it uploaded.." replied I begged.

" may.consider Om mir tourguide during Salwa here..." so enthusiastic did I and Om Mirza forget the most important thing is the existence of Om Za the same as we know is my husband .

Om Za with her beak face tailed behind with Cut Fitri who always tried to stick to her, I did feel uncomfortable but I tried for stupid, let alone our relationship has not been published, anyway,plus Om Za's cold attitude pisses me off..

" Salwa is funny yes bang.she is also a jolly girl ..." said Cut Fitri open the chat , while the chatter is still focused on every move I make.

" do you have no intention of having an escort?" he asked while blushing shyly, Om Za turned her head while frowning, not intending to answer, instead he left Cut Fitri

" amom..." Fitri restrains Om Za's arm

" sorry bang.." he immediately let go of his grip looking at Om Za's unfriendly gaze

" i already have someone, Fit.." he replied, of course, the look on Fitri's face immediately scolded, disappointed, sad, all this time the wait and attention was never avenged...the man never responds or is sensitive to his attitude, and what ???now he already has someone he said ,,,

" let's Om.kanya if Salwa photo there is good deh...! om madep her here.." I mapped Om Mir like a graphic stylist.., I stand and style, starting from the monument plane Seulawah 001 and then walk to a row of small monument nicknamed "thanks to the world" built by the Aceh government as a thank you to volunteers and friendly countries who have helped Aceh in the time of the great tsunami hit, I saw the results of the photo shot by Om Mir...

" astagfirullah.. the wife of Mir.." murmured Om Mir.

" why Om ???what's up ???" my round eyes looked at Om mir like a kitten

" nothing...mau continue again..??"

I nodded quickly "may om..yuu..."

" Salv....!!!" the baritone voice was heard breaking my focus looking for a photo spot.I and Om Mirza turned his head, suddenly Om Za grabbed my hand and asked me to walk.

" here let the brother who photographed. "he snatched my phone.

" Salwa's going to the museum..." Om Za glanced at his watch

" it's already 4 o'clock and a half time will not be enough ..better tomorrow again..."

om Za's words managed to make my smile fade and turn sullen.

" Om ko nyebelin anyway.." I snatched my phone "no asikk.." walked stomping feet, my feet down the pedestrian path ,many of the residents there use the afternoon time to exercise or just gather family to enjoy the cool afternoon breeze here

"God...!!!" call him sigh

" what ??? Salwa is not in the mood.let's go home.." I'm lip-smacking...

" bro.ahhuh suck loe...chase dong ,rayu...!!" whispered Mirza

Fitri who saw it was just silent while watching and tailing it, because his feelings were already chaotic like a balloon that erupted .

there was no chat in the car, I just sat down and I did not want to be close to Om Za, after the two were driven home , now only me and Om Za only ,and I was still with my silence in the back seat, looking at the results of the shots earlier ,but I accidentally caught the scene that made me squint my eyes Om Mirza I photographed while sitting on a monument but not Om Mirza who was my focus but the two people who were chatting while wrong one held the other hand, my heart was overwhelmed with annoyance, anger, disappointment apparently as long as I was not beside him this is how his behavior behind me.

" sal..besok Abang want to invite you." he said.

"do not, Om.kanya arrival Salwa here wrong.."I hold a ring hanging from my neck.

Om Za frowned "meaning ??"

it's true that Om Za is smart in leading citizens but not in this business...

" Salwa disturbs Om.. Salwa has disrupted Om's relationship with Aunt Cut..."

Om Za stepped on the brakes, stopped the car, but we had not reached home

" why are we stopping here??"I asked, Om Za turned her body in front of me

" you mean what?? tell me brother why can you think like that??"

his eyes stared fixedly at me, I who was powerless in such a face just turned away, oh omm ..ga strong Salwa if must be stared at with a gaze so innately want to hug...calm down Salwa don't be that cheap.loe is angry...

I braced myself not to melt "Salwa knows Om there is a relationship with aunt Cut.Perhaps the presence of Salwa has been disturbed.." answered me, but not the answer I got on my own face.

this mature guy laughed "so you mean brother has a special relationship with Cut??" ask her back

don't use adek can ga anyway...

I nodded "he is also more compatible with Om than Salwa.."

" in which way , do you know if Cut matches brother ???"

" from various angles Om...nih.." I showed the photo just now, Om Za saw the photo, but instead of explaining he was angry.

" remove that photo...."

" why ???"

" it's good .." 'Om Za doesn't like the photos of Mirza on my phone, a man who's not her makhrom...

" remove Salwa..!!! " he snapped, I was shocked

tears can not be stopped anymore disappointed in the attitude of Om Za.I opened the car door, immediately out of there.

" astagfirullah...." Om Za rubbed his face rough and immediately got out of the car chasing me

I do not know where to go, memorize the road was not.Important away from the existence of Om Za, but I have not moved away from my hand car has been banned Om Za.

" sal..maafin brother ..not the intention of the brother to snatch Salwa..."

" leanin Salwa Om.." I threw Om Za's hand, he let out a tired sigh

rayu kek.apa kek.that let's not get angry.basal men sponge dishwashing, I was silent not far from where the car Om Za parked.with a smile and a head bobble Om Za approached me .

" are you sure you want to get angry ???want to run away ??? here is not the city of Jakarta that can go where you want ..which every way you memorize, here you only have a brother.." he said jumawa.meraih my hand.

si*al..really also the words of this mature man ,why do I always lose sii.me who was zolimized I was even embarrassed.why life is not fair gini anyway...my feet followed but my gaze still sharpened like an eagle my lips were already straight ahead.

" dirty..cheated...!!" I muttered, but it seemed to be heard by Om Za

" life is not fair miss.ayo come home umi must be waiting for this spoiled ghost.." her little laughter sounded mocking in my ears.

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