Love Me Please, Uncle Camat

request of a husband.

happy reading all 😍

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bismillah

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my hands are still faithfully coiled in the belly of the earth, indeed only a few days together here but already feel familiar, the article is umi the person is gentle and loving ga rich mother who mostly nag and fight with me, the article is,wrong bit the jewel landed smoothly on my ear lobe, my,

" it's still another year, can Salwa stay the same ???" umi also did not seem to want to quickly release her embrace in her favorite ghost

abi just smiled at the closeness of Umi and I, she said,

" yes mi,mi.jagain bang Za yes, naughty likes ...!!" I said while advancing my lips like a duck in the movie. Om za raised his eyebrows next to his

" not a bad brother, but you." she replied.

my eyes narrowed at the thought of this final event, where Om Za, who often kissed me and kissed me, was seen as seemingly innocent with her flat face.

" i'm sorry son,abi and umi can't take you to the airport, Abi there's a little work on the plantation "sorry .

" nothing abi.. Salwa knows ko..."

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" all your clothes ain't nothing left ???" ask Om Za when in the room to check the online ticket that has been booked.

I casually swung my feet at the edge of the bed "already Om..."

" nothing left behind ??"

" hhh bawel already.anyan if you miss stay in the package aja aja, kaya Salwa will not come back here again later." ketusku..

bring Om Za already like mother only..man matures cold if again mother's fashion, this is it?!, tomorrow use negligee mother aja Om....

Om Za walked towards the balcony of the room looking outwards, like he was thinking, I felt it, I was sneaking closer to him , the back of the field was good to be a backrest, ' I felt it ,look at the muscles that look loamy imagine how hard and strong it is, if the body is pushing me down it is already my bones ,,,unlike bodybuilding athletes whose muscles stand out non-striking but their field and stout stature makes me feel that tomorrow he is angry and strangling me is over my history... my absurd brain whirled around giving off a brilliant idea, I took a swing and

" he...!!!" once the jump I had landed smoothly on that wide back made him slightly jerked, my head tilted to the right turned his head

" don't daydream Om later kesambet.." said I who wrapped my feet in his stomach like a monkey child who was stuck in his mother...

" cold fall you ??!!" heed

I shook my head "dong Om.jangan until Salwa jatoh... Om again daydreaming what the hell ???" much

" you...!!" he answered, I raised both my eyebrows

" what is Salwa ???" Om Za did not answer he went back to silence while his hand held my pan*tat so as not to fall, because long silent with this unique position...I stuck my teeth on Om Za's shoulders until he was shocked and grimaced

" sal...kamu what the hell is...!!" ouch

" his brother Om diem aja, Salwa nanya also.." nagelku with eyebrows swooping.

" get off you...!!" his jolt wiggled his body, but I shook my head and more and more tightened my arms around his neck

" ...!!! Salwa won't come down if Om doesn't answer.." I answered equally loudly.

" oh.want to play with my brother ya.." said Om Za who thinks I challenge him more and more, which is true he even walked near the edge of the balcony and turned now my position at the end of the balcony.

" want to go down alone or brother jatohin you down.." he said, my eyes patterned the base of Hitler, very cruel indeed rich invaders....yes my wife sekce want to be separated and jatohin downstairs .. I shudder in horror "aaa....!!! om what the hell ..." I closed my eyes.

" o you have a heart ????if Salwa waits how is it ???" my question with pursed lips and increasingly tightened my grip, looking down the page ,kalo ga metong ya broken bones jatohnya this....

" new to you if the king's brother is ??? now you're down...!!" snapped

" yes.iya.positionalikin first dong Om, kalo tetep here that there is Salwa jatoh.." I asked.

" okay ...!! watch out if you're lying." The warning doesn't play.

" Salwa why Om???" still with the same question.

Om Za breathed in tired...

" sal...kalo if your new school year moves to Aceh and continues school here are you willing ???" ask Om Za .

I was silent without expression, I was honestly happy to spend time with Om Za but I was not ready if I had to adapt to the new environment.What about Acha ??? although the mother is chatty but if you have to separate far and for a long time I feel not ready.

" just think about it first, there is still 6 months until the class increases" said Om Za.

I stared at the floor gamang below me, one side of the mother always said the husband's request was heaven for married women, but on the other side , at the age of 18 years I had to mature .....

" it's noon, and we'll miss the plane." Om Za's remark blew my daydreams about a wife's obligations.

I immediately approached and looked at the contents of this room and then followed Om Za out of the room, I knew sooner or later Om Za would ask me to move , sooner or later this will happen ,but whatever day I was 18 years old, girls my age should still be free to hang out at the cafe without thinking about the obligations of a wife ,still freely tease the cute single boys and girlfriends out there ,who would rather play in the mall than have to cape cape mijitin men's feet labeled husband just for fear of hell fire touch the skin.

" sumy,abi... Salwa said yes.." I returned the embrace of Umi.

" yahh deserted again if there is no mummy this umi.." he send.

I smiled bitterly, after saying goodbye I got into the car

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along the way only silence enveloped, I and Om Za equally no one opened the chat.

several times my phone vibrated chat marks from a number that I did not keep but from the chat it was clear who sent me a message, where did the psycho guy get my number ???? I forget who he is, who is not afraid of him, one reason I have collected as a reason for my move later who knows more piling up and I agree to Om Za's request.

" who's sal??" ask Om Za

I shook my head, there's no way I mentioned who it was. "no one Om , just a class group." I lied.ampun Om Salwa already boong.

I stared and played Om Za's bracelet "why love the same bear Om ???" my question, breaking the silence. Om Za glanced

" in the store, which according to my brother looks good yes it is...!! so you buy it.."without guilt, you said it was too piercing.

reality is not as beautiful as expectations.asemmm...!!!

" ck..ga very romantic..don't be honest dong Om, boong little to make the wife seneng ga lose ko.." answered ketus, always provoke a debate.

" love is love right, reasoned brother give love to Salwa, Salwa is the wife of brother.if your bear is adorable like a bear but also grumpy rich bear...." the answer I told him to lie but still his honesty side that penetrates the seventh sky deserves a thumbs up

I pursed my lips to hear Om Za's answer, had to get used to Om Za who was too honest and hearty.

until the airport sense of responsibility Om is not enough to get there, although having to go back and forth to Aceh Jakarta, Jakarta-Aceh, Om Za still drove me home .

" it's still a long time, buy first drink yes .." he told me to wait for him who walked away to one of the coffee and bread outlets that are quite famous throughout Indonesia,with so many outlets scattered.

before long the aroma of mocca out in the nose, a pack of fresh bread from the oven right in front of me along with a cup of my favorite coffee latte, even though I have stomach acid that often rises.

" thank you." I was about to reach for the bread and coffee but when the coffee cup wanted me to reach, Om Za kept it away.

" this coffee is for brother, you water only." My smile faded because the bread was good with coffee ....

" later your stomach acid rises.." he replied sipping coffee that looks delicious.

" ihhh continues to do at the show.." said I cynical.

" brother does not show off.but the hand of brother is difficult to hold two packs like this." he replied .

with lips still straight ahead I received, there is still bread mocca waiting and ready to be devoured.

a pack of bread was exhausted, along with the loudspeakers calling out.

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no half an hour plane take off my eyes are heavy and start to close, Om Za looked at me fixed, it seems this hobby silent silent mature man this ,mantengin the face of a rich girl channel tv.ia brought my head to lean on her shoulder and rubbed my head.

" brother hope you want sal. to stay with brother.." his mind drove Om Za to dreamland following me.

in the dream world, it still follows especially only Jakarta Aceh...

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