Love Me Please, Uncle Camat
the journey begins
happy reading all 😍
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bismillah
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My tight hug as if I do not want to get away from my mother, I just want to take my mother with me.
" bun, how about bun, kaka kangen???"
" if kaka boiled the same bang Za because naughty how ???"
Father and mother even laughed at my speech like a 2-year-old boy, while Om Za himself just silently shook his head .
" it's not possible that Zaky boiled kaka, but it's also not good! " ,replied father.
" if kaka kangen can be phone or Videocall, do not let !" mother ruffled my strawberry-scented hair.
" heart dear, I must learn to be a good wife for bang Zaky." all the proverbs of father and mother as if I were always wronged when I was a weak party.
" dad ,mother ... Zaky same Salwa pamit ya.." said Om Za grabbed the back of the hands of father and mother.
The loudspeaker had called the passengers to immediately enter the plane cabin, once again I hugged my mother and father as if asking do'a blessing to go to the battlefield.
My steps were getting away from the two people who had raised me , with my slow motion style drugs on them, while the other hand hugged my Tutankhamun's stocky arm.
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" Om..who did we pick up ???" tanyaku joined in the daze when Om Za lowered his sunglasses and circulated his gaze ,apparently from the east someone was waving a scene who else if not Om Mirza but he did not own eyes twisting lazy , someone I don't like here is also smiling sweetly but I know that that sweet smile is not real sugar but artificial sweet contains bitterness there, I'm getting my arms tightened up in Om Za's arms, it's my.....
" yoo... She....!!!" pekik Om Mirza while raising his hand about to bertos ria with me, I also welcome the hand and join bertos with Om Mirza.
" my darling, move here...! " the words reflex came out because he was so happy, his face became pias because he got a laser gaze from the person beside me, I smiled holding back a laughter that wanted to break, I said, that way I know that now it is different, there is a sense of jealousy from Om Za, Afrian's words this morning was not proven, although I was initially worried that Afrian's words might be true....
aunt Cut's gaze hasn't changed one bit for Om Za, it's still the same. And I don't like that...
" Om.." I pulled the pull on Om Za's sleeve, she turned her head and raised her eyebrows next door
can not be answered what cake.why cake ..or what's dear.as silence it is indeed gold, any word feels expensive to remove.
" that's aunt Cut why follow me anyway.!" , ketusku.
" why is that ??? you don't like ??" asked Om Za.
it was asked .
" nothing at all, Om. Kirain is still mengambek gegara broken hearted," I replied.
" yeah already if it's not a problem," sucks not , I think I want to throw myself into the swamp filled with leeches if it's this way.
" not sensitive, "my murmur.
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" assalamualaikum,umi.!," salamku .
"ga nothing,umi .Salwa likes ,umi still scented ko, scented seasoning.." endusku, me and umi walked in embrace while my head leaned to the shoulder umi ,it is like a child and mother who are separated and are letting go of each other's longing, leaving the three parents .
" wahh !! salut deh Salwa can slide the position of the biological child in this house, whose real biological children are excluded, "speech that sounds like a temptation Om Mirza makes Cut Fitri smile wryly .
" Mir.how is Salwa's enrollment at her new school, done ?" ask Om Za to let his guests sit down.
" well, bro.tom the uniform and book I anterin." replied Mirza "loe sure bro, Salwa can adapt ??" added ask.
" Salwa continued his school here bang ???" tanya Cut Fitri has a stale taste when it is not necessary to ask even he must have known , love sometimes makes people look bo*doh.From the back I brought a tray containing 3 cups of coffee ,I can't put cyanide in one of his coffee cups for the most beautiful.
" the drink mission is coming...!!" my own cheers were stirring among calm parents
" thank you deck Salwa.." said aunt Cut smiled, cihh a sweet but full of falsehood smile .
" thanks sal...!" said Om Mirza
" same aunt, Om Mir.." I replied .
aunt Cut still looked at Om Za apparently still waiting for an answer to her question that clearly already knew the answer.
" yes .." replied Om Za briefly, this time I laughed happily even though I can only be voiced in my heart, with me alone the confusion especially with other people ,if only people who face it baperan maybe Om Za has been hit by many people...
" how's the village xxxx, Mir??" ask Om Za, just also came , already the work that he asked ,hey sir Camat do not know what your subordinates need rest and refreshing , ' ' he said ,a salary that is not how not quite commensurate with the energy, time and mind issued, for the sake of a devotion to the land of birth.
" we're not going to put a blusukan, Pak ! in order to find out how far the village was left behind," replied om Mirza, when he tried to work professionally by calling politely to Om Za , putting aside the sense of friendship that had been so close for so long.
If Om Za is called the father of Camat, how am I ???camat's mother???mom Camat who installs ??? please deh, my name is less with that title .
" when ??" ask Om Za again as his hand reaches for the coffee cup and sips it.
" Cut has scheduled the day after,bang.." replied Aunt Cut while smiling as sweet as possible, who knows with a smile that thought he was able to melt the frozen heart of Om Za, at least just a sense of pity.
" how many days?, then what's the agenda ??" ask her again
" about 3 days, his agenda is to review health, sanitation, and technology ,bang." he replied once again smiling for attention, whether he can not distinguish which is personal and professional..guessed the ojek builder.
Om Za listened and nodded in understanding, rather than my eyes hurt to see the tingling smile of Aunt Cut who never took his eyes away from Om Za ,I better break into the room lest my index and middle fingers land in his eyes because the glint keeps men.
" well then father and mother, also father of honorable husband, I who do not understand the direction of the conversation you all better retreat to the back." said I lowered my head carrying a tray , Om Mirza immediately laughed at my behavior ,while my annoyance in the eyes of Om Mirza.
" hahahaha astagfirullah...!! sorry ..sorry...!!" he cried and then cleared his throat, which could not hold his laughter
" Za.salwa is very funny .." said Om Mirza.
While the one who was spoken to shook his head while looking at his eyes that highlighted me stepped upstairs.
In terms of me who always gets attention either because intentionally or not, Aunt Cut always loses the start with me his eyes look not like my departure.
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I opened the window to let the air circulate smoothly in and out of this room, I dropped my body on the bed, looked at the ceiling of the room which from now on will be my room, there must be a little change here ,for a long time I will be myopic color if all I see is black and white already rich era G30S PKI aja black and white .... the breeze felt cool on my skin in the middle of the hot Aceh weather, over time my eyelids became heavy, leading me to a quiet nap.
" sal... Salwa...." either cape or indeed I sleep like ******...
" splash..splash....!!"
splashes of water soaked my face, when I woke up, is there no more humane way ???
" ihh Om Za, is there a more sadistic way to wake up ???" I scowl ,
" let seger! instead of going to the bathroom, go straight to sleep ! see what time it is, fast clean clean ! brother wait for the Ashar prayer !!" my eyes are indeed fresh let alone see the scenery in front of me now, do not until Aunt Cut saw this I am not willing to share....
" ok Om.." answered me who shuffled down from the bed, laziness actually to immediately go down at least give me time to collect my life first , but because I still love my life and my pocket money, eat it even with a little heart is not sincere immediately I do noble orders to the husband of this drop of Tutankhamun ,now I'm in his area so I have to be smart smart to keep myself wrong I act, can be sure my life is at stake.
his forehead makes some wrinkles" okay ??" tannya
" okay, Om..ga gaul really...!" I went to the bathroom before I was lectured because as a young man, the hope of the nation, I had violated the big dictionary of Indonesian
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