Love Me Please, Uncle Camat

recognizance

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" what are you doing there ???" om Za asked me to stand on the balcony of her room, don't think I'm going to kill myself like a frustrated girl.

" get wind again Om.." I replied ngasal ,even though we do not know this mature man even though we were together for only a few days and even that was only a little romantic moment, but for the size of a baby girl like me was quite keen on the heart.

" haa..hofffff.." I sighed.

" ko nyesek ya.." murmured me, especially considering the danger of tenacious always lurking beside Om Za.

I rubbed my eyes that have been flooded with water and intend to move back in

" are you crying ???" tanya Om Za approached me who waver because it was caught red-handed, like a slipper...

staring at his stiff shady face, which I will surely miss, even though most of the fights, it seems like I will miss this mature man of Pharaoh's descent...not willing if the stiff face like a dishwashing sponge was seen for a long time by other women without care, without care,just remember me when joining Om Za visiting the village there is even a pinched army that pinched his cheeks so anxious see the handsome face of the young camat .ahhh no, no, no,, Om Za is not young anymore.

I'm just afraid behind me Om Za will look for spare tires that are certainly more mature, hotter, and not as small as myself.

I re-suck my ing*us "you why ???" tanya Om Za grabbed my hand.

" Om ...according to Om Salwa, what about Om ???" I asked him to make Om Za frown on the article only now I asked him what he thought was not important.

" what happened to you ???" ask her back

" ihh Om Za nyebelin.didnya even back.." pouted me.

" just answer Om... Salwa is what Om says.." force me.

Om Za sighed "you are spoiled.you are an installment, always arguing brother.." he replied not according to my expectations.

" buh....!!!" I rewarded Om Za with a small punch that made her laugh instead, because feeling the punch was like a tickle to her, she caught my hand sinking in her grasp.

" anyways why do you ask unimportant things.." she replied, my eyes patterned what did she say??? doesn't matter ????

" Om emang ngeselin.make Salwa important Om.because.." I hung my words, hesitated to say.

" because of what ???" she asked, there is sadness to express it but that is what I was thinking.

" because Salwa was afraid.... Salwa can't be the wife Om wants... Salwa feels dwarfed when compared with aunt...."

" stop..!! do not you continue , the branch does not like Salwa to talk like that.Babang does not like you compare yourself with others." he said seriously.

" but like Om said, Salwa is spoiled.. Salwa installments and Salwa always debating Om.rasi Salwa ga pantes to be the wife of Om.." answered me down .

" who can determine whether it is appropriate or not is your own brother.you are indeed spoiled , installment, always debating brother ..but brother likes.." he replied .

do you know what it feels like to be rich ???what was that, huh ??is Om Za expressing her feelings??ko ain't feeling in the shoot me anyway ....

a tinge of blushing I could not hide, my face immediately warmed up to hear statements of love that is not romantic like the Korean drama that I often watch.

" Oh again shoot Salwa ???" ask me plainly .

" do...!!" the answer made me back to pouting

" what was that ???"

" what does your brother shoot you, if your brother already belongs to you...it still needs you to shoot brother ??" ask Om Za who has a point too

" now you want to ask Salwa, how does Salwa feel about you ??" ask her

yes time I have to explain too, of course I don't look what if I've cried bombay gini time yes say I don't like, I'm still mute in silence.

" don't answer...!!" emphatically.

" how you feel now brother will try to make you fall in love with brother..."

blushes....

Om Za pulled me into his arms, it was clear that his heartbeat was the same as my heart beating so hard, the field was so warm

" brother doesn't like it when Salwa is close to another man." he replies like a child complaining of his dislike when something belongs to him is touched.

" it is up to Salwa to say what brother, who clearly learned to accept brother from now on..."

short, clear and not much of a stale base.that's Om Za.

" please leave it like this first Om.because tomorrow , Salwa has returned to Jakarta.." I said.

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" nobody's left behind, right ???" ask Om Za, I'm knocking on my eel

" there is.." I replied, Om Za frowned a few folds

" what is ??" ask her

" heart Om.." chuckled me, his face was flat in response to my clumsiness but it did not seem to make this mature man tempted.

the look of my face turned sour, once stiff yes still stiff.but when I turned around and nagged there was a thin smile on his lips very thin.

" sister...!!!" umi knocked on the door and called from behind the door

" yes, mi..." Om Za opened the door

" below there is Cut Fitri and Mirza .." umi replied, I must indeed thank God for creating a sharp hearing for me.

" i told them to wait a minute..."

" sal..babang go down first. "his permission.

" ihhh what the hell ,kaya ga willing that if you do not meet Om Za I goods a day.." muttered I grumbled, immediately I cleaned everything quickly, I quickly, neat or not to be a business later.

I'm sneaking around, walking downstairs, my young man's soul flaring up, I can't let that catfishy aunt easily get close to my Om Za...

" sal...what are you doing, son ???" the soft sound of umi surprised me, my dead lice...

" this..umi..what the heck..?? Salwa wants to help umi nyiapin breakfast.." kilahku while scratching the head does not itch, it's just an idea that passes in my shallow brain ,umi laughs a little see me who waver, I'm happy, how can I not be surprised to hear Om Za and his two guests.

" we have breakfast, dear .." replied Umi

jeez I forgot again how my stomach is already silent and anteng because of delicious cuisine umi in the morning.

" if you really want to know, samperin aja.." umi like lightning in broad daylight, umi was also young times, sal...."

" no, give a drink to her guests brother.." umi thrust a tray containing two cups of tea, I nodded.

with a swift and careful heart I brought the tray forward

" uh.... deck Salwa...still here ??" ask Om Mirza

" yes Om Mir, today Salwa back in the direction of Om Za.." I replied embracing the arm of Om Za in front of both of them, deliberately so that Aunt Cut knew that Om Za was only mine .

" hemmm..." Om Za cleared his throat "sal.. can release your brother's arm.." said Om Za.

" do not pewe...!!" my answer was to reject Om Za's request, Om Za knew it was not easy to reconcile well without arguing with me, especially in the presence of others, he just resigned to accept my behavior..

Om Mirza chuckled, "do not be stiff, bro..the name is also a newlywed, is it sal ???"

" what ????!!!!" ..

" the newlyweds ??? " aunty Cut choked on the warm tea that had just been served, Mirza's recognition of my status and Om Za in front of her , the world as crumbling for her, yet struggling already lost first.

her tears suddenly escaped without being able to hold back ,

" bang...I'm sorry for a minute.." he immediately grabbed his bag and went out .

I'm the one who's cool in a spoiled tussle, hold my head up, maybe I'm the only one who's surprised here ', Om Mir's face looks down uncomfortably and Om Za's just a slab ,it is difficult when created as a stiff person, whatever his mood is still his face without expression and calm calm only.

" Aunty Cut why, Om???" just plain

" deck Cut didn't know that Salwa and Zaky were married" Mirza explained

" ohhh "I'm just bohriya.

" bro ..preferably loe after the Cut deck..."

I do not know what has happened between the three of them, or between Om Za and Aunt Cut which obviously I do not like the proposal of Om Mirza, which was immediately accepted by Om Za.

" wait a minute .." he said to me.