Love Me Please, Uncle Camat

wejangan father mother

happy reading all 😍

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bismillah

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I squirmed and blinked a few times it turned out that my cheek was stuck on someone's stocky shoulder, I checked my cheek.

" safe...!!" wipe me in the chest, fortunately I sleep calm never make a new island , if not what the world says beautiful girls make the island of Indonesia's auto sleep time must re-authorize UUD 45 and the map of Indonesia because the island increases.

I glanced at the clock for almost two hours I was asleep, which means the plane will be landing soon, I looked up at the owner of the shoulder that was awake, or he was not sleeping..

" uh sorry om, pegel ya.sorry yes..sorry yes.the feeling was Salwa nyender to ko chair.." said my grin to show my gingsulku.

Om Za just raised his eyebrows, what answer is that

" it's okay.we have entered the city of Jakarta.." he said, I confirmed my position and then saw a glimpse into the window of the plane, the ceiling of the city of Jakarta is so bright today when my heart was a little cloudy ,my gaze shifted on the bracelet given by Om Za Om Za greeting spinning like a round cliche cassette....

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"salama-title....."

home sweet home.There is no beautiful and comfortable place other than home, sooner or later my sweet home label will move .

" kaka !!!" peekik mother who immediately hugged me .

" just left a week also already miss aja.." murmured me who returned the embrace of the mother.

" how do you feel in there ???" I sat on the sofa with Om Za who was warmly welcomed by my father.

" get at home anyway.." kekeh I grinned.

" so that ?? just feel at home with !" answer the mother who went into the kitchen to prepare a drink for om Za

" let's just get some bun." I took over the coffee mug and the tray, the mother smiled.

" your mother's child is an adult." she rubbed my hair gently.

" please father is drunk, Salwa stay first to the room." said I left father and Om Za and mother in the living room.

my fingers were skilled at typing and scrolling messages on Acha, the friend I always missed...

some time Acha and I were involved in a telephone connection, which ends we both planned to hang out with tomorrow, after school because tomorrow has begun to enter the new school year.

my ears were a little hot, and I had a conversation with Acha for almost an hour before my skin burned I stopped my phone connection and went downstairs.

" kaka. abis ngapain anyway, her husband was left under even engrossed himself."

I chuckled" eh yes bun, then Acha phone.." I glanced at Om Za who put on her flat face, I sighed the sponge dishwasher mode on.....

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" good good here.don't wasteful wasteful..school a pinter, don't play a lot..." Om Za gently rubbed my hair, while I ...??? my hands are still faithfully coiled around his waist while looking at him with an ugly face.Mouthed eyes that grim do not forget the tears of cute lizards... for this time this cute lizard really feel sad because his sugar daddy wants to go home, accustomed to the presence of Om Za the face of the sky plywood alias flat..

" Om ..kalo Salwa kangen how ???" ask me raucous, put aside the girl who upholds self-esteem and prestige, in fact this cute lizard is so cheap that he promised that he felt homesick.... I drew my word that said I would not fall in love with the seedling of this grandfather marchinggih.because the fact is now whiny and spoiled to Om Za is my middle name...

" you can call.can chat..."

I raised my eyebrows next door, did he not realize until now, if all this time he was always indifferent, rarely phone unless I act,no chat other than me who reports that the answer is yes or no already rich quiz ala who wants to be a millionaire...

" o rarely call Salwa.." I answered, further advancing my lips, this is the risk of having a wife like pet.

he sighed "if my brother wasn't on the phone, Salwa was on the phone." she answered to my nose.

I reached for his hand to slip my finger which clearly differed from Za's finger, filling the empty space between them,

the story again wooed.I only nodded once "yes..."

" yes already brother had to go to the airport, later afraid to miss the plane.." he glanced at his watch.

is it only I myself who feel homesick, really the word dilan if miss is heavy, but why Om Za did not say let me...

" Oh ga rich with ihhh.." - ketusku ,honestly, because I am a home child and never know the association outside this is why my work if not watch a drakor yes domestic teen movie ,that's why I was one of the victims of the violence of the drama queen film...

" who's dilan???" tanya Om Za made her eyebrows almost fused because she was confused by the figure of dilan..

" the porridge....!!!!" my sarcasm let go of my grip because it was upset, don't let me just nene nene know who it was dilan, yes Om Za don't know ,though his face always adorned the screen glass to the screen wall because he was a famous movie star and advertisement.....

" ohhh ..." she answered briefly, 'he grabbed her leather jacket and went downstairs to say goodbye to her father and mother.

" heart, Za.." dad patted the shoulder of a man who said he had won the title of dream daughter-in-law.

" don't forget if you've got the news, don't get dizzy because someone is upset to hear from her husband.." goda mother nudged my shoulder, there's a thin smile from Om Za's lips.

" what the hell.mother likes slander." answered me who held shame.

I grabbed Om Za's hand and kissed the back of her hand with glass, Om Za grabbed my shoulder and carried her into his arms.

" god willing if there is time for brother to come here for Salwa." he said , ' he said ,

" Om don't be naughty.keep his heart to make Salwa a.." I said, he nodded, always there is a sense of worry in the heart while Om Za is far from me,do not rule out the possibility of Om Za will be faithful aka every bend there is.Good man either long will waver if the temptation is too heavy, too,it is also undeniable that I always compare myself with women around Om Za who are clearly ready to pounce on Om Za feel dwarfed and guts.

" sister pamit ya. assalamualaikum...."

" ha'alaikumsalam...."

the back of his field got into the car, sent the father's driver to the airport.

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my face has been touched up with a thin powder just stay put liptin alone, my shaky appearance is ready to break school,last night my father and mother held a square table conference with a household theme, not to mention the seven-minute lecture I received but almost an hour.

the flashback

" well.." I sat on the sofa next to my parents who were busy watching their favorite show Nana's eyes....

" why???bang Za haven't told you ???" I shook my head because Om Za had been preaching from earlier.

" it's nothing." I answered grabbing the snack in the jar and casually moving the TV channel, I moved quickly but my mind never focused on the TV, not even focusing on the TV,given Om Za's request that I continue my school in Aceh and stay with him.

" same father once LDR and ga anyway ?? " i asked the two of them, they looked at each other, they didn't shake their heads for long.

" the mother always goes wherever the father goes.where the father is there the mother stands.." replied the mother.

" a.. LDR is not easy, but God willing, I'm sure you're the same Zaky can.." replied the father.

" well.kaka want to ask what request the husband is obligatory law for us???" ask for heart.

" as long as it is able to do it, God willing to be a field of reward." replied the father.

" what did bang Zaky ask you to do??" your question is directly targeted.

I glanced at the two "bang Za asked Salwa to continue the XII class in Aceh, and moved there.." I replied, if I had obviously rejected it raw without having to think, but now it is difficult...mom and dad smiled

" if indeed kaka want to, move, after all it's a form of kaka devotion to Zaky, maybe Zaky wants his wife always beside him...." replied the father smiled as if he had been sincere if his daughter was brought by people ...

" but.." my doubt

" why ??? will miss your mother and father, same adek, same Acha???" ask mom again, I nodded.

" right now kaka has become a wife, then her husband is the priority of her.kaka did not lose anyone or anything if kaka did move to Aceh, Aceh,but if you stay here, you'll lose your chance to serve your husband." Dad's answer fits in my heart and rips my deepest side.

" yes, yeah." I said down .

" Zaky had spoken earlier.he asked permission to bring kaka moved to Aceh.." apparently this serious chat was the topic of their talk.

" however kaka has become the right and responsibility of bang Zaky. although it is up to kaka, Zaky's bang will not force.." said mother strengthens by rubbing my back.

" yes, bun. insyaallah kaka will.." I replied.

" if kangen can visit each other." mother hugged me.

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