Love Me Please, Uncle Camat

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happy reading's.....

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I wiped my tears and stood staring at my reflection in the mirror looking at every curve of my body, which fits in every corner, even spelled out for the size of a teenage girl, lucky om om dapetin me.

" the body's time is like his behavior is just the same om om anyway . ..!! dear bingit...!" my mummy is still a manyun . I turned around and sat on the edge of the bed, my net spread and fell on a 20× 10 cm frame photo, a picture of me with my best friend Syifa , last I walked with him a few months ago when Syifa decided to move because her father om Rio was transferred .

" loe where the hell is fa ???how are you doing, Loe ??I miss..gue need loe now,fa ..." said my monologue as he rubbed the glass photo of 2 girls laughing loosely in a park.

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pensive...

that's my current situation , in a crowded classroom with a noise like the land market Abang, does not make me want to join the others ,it feels that if my world has collapsed maybe I am dead, but in fact my body is still treading on earth, only my heart may be dead, Pupus is my hope to have a boyfriend, my hope is,enjoying his deg degan shot by a guy or just being a cheerleader when he played basketball or something like that, the scream of Acha who cursed Alvin the prick did not entertain me.

" sal....loe why the hell is a rich chicken sick tau not???" I shook my head "I'm not okay, Cha....." I said a smile full of falsehood.

" falsely lying amateurs, okay if you don't want a story..." Acha scutches while turning her face away.

" sorry Cha,gue can't tell now ..ga anything yes but just calm me nothing ko I'm just a laper.." I forced a smile.

" old disease is mah.ngantin yuu mumpung jamkos nih...." Acha embraces my shoulder "got nothing if you don't want to tell a story but later you have to story.." I nodded slowly.

acha could call it an empty hour when indeed the maple teacher has not entered, but it has become a habit we always run away in class hours, my principles do not blame us, just wrong delay the teacher . What a beautiful principle, and because all the time we run away from the lesson time, after the umpteenth time also letters that were issued to my father and mother who made origami to hone my left brain skills....only after it feels quite beautiful shape will I give the love letter to mother....

lazy to go home , considering it looks like at home there is already my future fiancee with her family from Aceh....

" non, the mother tipped the pesen so that non Salwa returned home cepet, guests from Aceh had on coming he said." said politely Pak Deni.

the more lazy, I turn the eyeball puffed " sir can take me for a while ga to the cafe ???" I deliberately buy time so as not to go home immediately, the face of Deni sir looks frustrated

" haduhhh non don't make you difficult." he thought.

" sir..!!hot chips are. !!" pekikku, I took my head out of the car glass outside the car, while scratching his ear lobe "i.i.ya non auhhhh this problem mah " murmured Mr. Deni.

sorry sir, so involving Deni sir, my words are stuck on my lips

3 Hours have I planted Deni pack in the cafe with several cups of coffee until making Deni pack back and forth to the cafe toilet.

" non.sorry nih..bapak has been scolded by this same father's mother".he said heart of heart.yap has been dozens of times mother and father called Deni sir because my phone is deliberately turned off , finally I gave up, could not hold Deni's pack any longer.Mobil has arrived at the parking lot of the house, not yet my feet tread the ground, Mother's laser gaze has shot me from a distance with hunk style, not yet, ruffled waist plus face deckil due to too long waiting and upset.

" fucking bad boy...!!!" mother pulled my earlobe, kicked me when I screamed

" AW. aduh bun ,sick ..sick..lepasin ear kaka ,bun...!" I asked, but mother heard more of her anger and pulled me into the house .

" attagfirullah. deck Rahma, why is that ??" ask a middle-aged woman who looks soft and still beautiful in her old age wrapped in a cream-colored hijab.

there's also a middle-aged man's father, maybe a gray old man and some wrinkles on his face is my future husband, if yes....maybe tomorrow I should start thinking about how to kill myself elegantly, hahahahhaha.

" o Allah, Deck Rahma, kasian just let go the ears nak Salwa is red.." said the old man's slices .I folded my arms arrogantly after my hands were removed.

" sitting ....!!!" father's word

"bang..kak..., excuse Salwa's attitude" said the father who felt bad and turned to look sharply at me. I researched the man's clothes are neat, but still old....even compared to my father it seems like he is older, what is this mother's father.???, then who is this woman ??is he his first wife, fix...!!remind me readers today I have to buy rat poison...

" it's okay , Dek Rahma deck Ted..maybe Salwa is busy , right son ??"

I just turned the panted eyeball "naudubilahimindzalik amit amit.." I thought.

" because Zaky had already expressed his intention, maybe just put the ring ....!" said aunt Rima

mother took my hand by force, I who was originally ogah ogahan finally want to not accept that now on my ring finger is attached a ring binder, I swear to cry it feels ," just shoot me in the bun.."my eyes screamed.

" Thank God." said the four parents in this room !!!parent

" ga Alhamdulillah." I said again just stuck in the throat...

I immediately went upstairs and cried....

" mother is right .indeed she oppa.oppa oppa in the true sense, mother went into my room , as usual he nagged especially plus a call letter from the teacher BK and had folded sweetly into a bird, making him grow furious.

mother's voice was like a sales who were intensively offering a large discount promo of no point or comma, but this time I was lazy to argue and just silent .

" mother hope bang Zaky does not mind and hassles get a wife like kaka, mother hope kaka does not add burden bang Zaky later "

what ???mom says burden ???good dong so quickly divorced, thanks to mother for her brilliant idea.

" yes, do not bother getting married if it is so complicated very .." I replied casually and irritated .

" but unfortunately kaka marriage is the same bang Zaky will be accelerated "mommy replied do not want to lose, my eye sontak rounded ....mother then came out carrying all the rest of my hope that was getting further and further for me to reach.all objects I threw vent my anger, I cried awkwardly and then sat down beside the bed while hugging my knees and drowning my head ,occasionally I see a ring that fits snugly on my ring finger, how can it fit so well on my finger...??

drrtt....

drrtt...

I didn't pay attention to , the number thread is not in my contact, at most people prank ask for my eye pulse staring dumbly ahead, even the fate of the mpus alone is better than me ,the mpus is my neighbor's cat a handsome student,ka Fian, the mpus is handled just like a handsome guy ....

crazy fuck ....!!!I shook my head, even comparing my life to a cat

drrt.....

drr.....

"argghhhh... really disturbing..who the hell is.." I finally raised the call number that is not stored .

" assalamualaikum"

" kumsalam.." I answered ketus.

" answer that's the real thing." The circus.

" what ???"

" yes wa'alaikumsalam.." I answered ogah ogahan who does know anyone also dares to tell

" how does the ring fit ???"

" huh ??? ring ???"

why does he know I'm wearing a ring now I see my phone screen staring at old photos that show a handsome adult male in casual clothes

" don't cry.answer...!!" my daydream was jolted by his cold voice

" who the hell is this ???"

" yeah salamm you don't know who this is , make a note !!! I'm Teuku Zaky Ananta ..." she replied

my eyes are breaking "time anyway ??? no, maybe "this must be some prankster who didn't....

" don't know, sorry was wrong "my answer

"this is Salwa Zahratunissa right ??" ask her back

" this isn't the WC suck number...!!!" I immediately closed the call...