Love Me Please, Uncle Camat

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bismillah

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my lips are still straight ahead , my hands are siding this is the title bengal girl insyaf .. After Om Mirza came home I immediately unboxing a package of uniforms and books from my new school ,a set of white Muslim ash uniforms, along with batik, muslim, sports and veil uniforms ....

"here no one wears a uniform fitting rich body less material, sal.." said Om Za saw see the package book sent from school ,he thought it was enough or not for me to learn ,

" not less material Om, but slang than the rich kegedean orangan paddy field.." I answered ketus.

Om Za approached and knelt before me, she grabbed my hands and held them.

" learn yeah...! to close the letter of self.minimal when at school.." pinta Om Za, the words are so fine that I can sift with a sieve.

" but Salwa can't be Om... Salwa can't wear a veil !" my answer is shameful actually, even though I am a girl, but indeed all this time I rarely wear a veil, once there are religious activities at school always ask the mother to pair it.

" later brother help.." he replied, his attitude like this always makes me a cheap woman for a moment.

I must thank God for being given an advantage, that is, a capable brain is not difficult for me to enter any school, thank God when my brain division is present at the earliest, he said,I went to a state High School in Aceh.

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I stuck myself in the mirror, in my all-purpose uniform, not bad !

" it's rich ukhti ukhti.." murmured me ,turn wearing a veil ,this is him who is difficult not about my hood that is afraid of tangling or extension next door but put penitinya that I can not go wrong direction I can stab pin can my neck pierced.

" difficult...!" I murmured again, my finger slightly trembled for fear of a wrong stab.

From the back, Om Za approached, he grabbed the safety pin I was holding, his hand held up my chin.

" here let the brother who install, "I just obey, not until 10 seconds pin installed perfectly, not loose not suffocating anyway.

" thank you." answered me, but his thumb and index finger had not yet removed my chin.

" beautiful !" that one word could make me soar through the sky of this room.

I stare at the smile that is ready to crack without the yeast "combal.." answered me who was already blushing but tried to cover it up .

" brother never combed but that's a fact, brother's wife is indeed beautiful.." he answered closer to his face, the aroma of mint refreshing to my sense of smell, already looks like a rich candy ad ..

It is true that breath directly about the skin can always wake up the fur rome and one of the factors that make people can immediately lose their sense, especially if plus the glare like today.

" chum..."

one soft kiss landed on my lips "don't be bengong, then sambet ! "

I blinked funny until Om Za chuckled, I just realized how handsome Om Za when laughing so ,just like Aunt Cut so intense to be a actor....

" ihhhh "my cynic.

" why ??? no likes??? must I apologize ??" her question teased while pairing the watch on her left wrist .

" if Salwa says yes ??? want to apologize ???" my question is to challenge the actual blushing cover on my cheek, Om Za like this is not usually ..sweet sweet gemesin ..a bit strange but I like.

" engga! it will be more often..." Om Za pulled me and pecked all over my face making me laugh .

" already Om... Salwa must stop leaving...!" I answered stopping her kiss and carried Om Za's arm in my arms, taking her downstairs.

I can't believe that this cold, cuckold man has the other side, like the side of a different coin currency , ' he said ,the Om Za side shown on the outside is different from Om Za when it's just the two of me .

" god, what a beautiful mummy !" praise umi

" uh , son Salwa... is ready to go to a new school ???" ask Abi to fold the newspaper he has read.

" yes abi,umi.siap dong ! " my reply enthusiastically did not realize that my arm was still coiled in Om Za's arm, mumi and abi smiled to see it.

I spooned the rice onto Om Za's plate,

" want to have breakfast, o...bang??" my mouth was almost annoyed to mention the word Om in front of abi and umi because the name Om was attached to my tongue and my mind

Om Za glanced at me and held back her laughter, "chicken and vegetable only," he replied, my hands should be used to being trained like this, if the problem of serving my husband at the dinner table I often see the treatment of my mother to my father,who knows, the road to Sakinah mawadah warohmah starts from here.

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My eyes looked out the window at the white and green building, the place where I would study for the next year, from all directions the students came to the school gate

" brother anter until the dalem," he took off his seatbelt, but I held Om Za down.

" Salwa himself Om, anything later Om Za late" I replied, intending to reject Om Za's offer even though I was very happy if Om Za drove me.

But as already know his duty to protect and become a public servant, Om Za kekeh down and open the door of my car.

" just a minute, won't make you late !" I forgot that this mature man in front of me is a Hitler incarnation that I don't like to argue with .

I walked side by side with Om Za, all eyes looking at new people and foreigners who come to his school, not to mention the figure next to me who is in the spotlight ,handsome man plus safari clothes that make it look more good looking.

It's true, if I wear the uniform from my previous school ,auto wrong costume and punished stoning like.hehehehe,as long as the eyes see no schoolgirl here who wears a skirt on the knees or a uniform fitting the body.

Om Za drove me to the principal's room, after meeting the school's Om Za pamit

" your brother lives, Salwa is good, learn the real !! " he patted the top of my head.

" yes, Om." I replied

" sal..babang tau this is not easy," he sighed "but brother is always beside Salwa," he added, his hand reflexively pulled my head and dipped it a glance , fortunately, people are too busy with their own affairs so do not pay too much attention to the two people who are strengthening each other .

" yes, om "my answer gave a big smile plus my teeth that add to the sweet impression.

" Om also a real job, a passion ! his eyes don't walk...!" I said to nosedive my eyebrows.

He chuckles "funny "he replied, I grabbed the back of his hand and kissed him dear

" assalamualaikum dear." he said, making me look in disbelief.

" wa.wa'alaikumsalam." I said stammering so much as his groin

" heart of heart !" pekiku waved my hand

slap me !! is that true Om Zaky my Hitler drip..kyaaaaaaa !!!!!

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" hemm...!"

deheman someone surprised me

" Salwa Zahratunissa "call a woman, named after Fatma

" yes, mom"

" let's come with me "his smile warms like the morning sun .

I followed behind him following his footsteps down the hallways of the classroom and ended up in the second class from the other end.

" assalamualaikum ,!" he said firmly make the class residents who are busy with their own world instantly silent in their respective places.

" wa'alaikumsalam" they exclaimed

" let's introduce your name Salwa.." he asked.

" hay my name is Salwa Zahratunissa, transfer from Jakarta . Greetings." I said ,

" greetings know Salwa." they cried

" please find a seat, and get acquainted with the others. I live first" ma'am Fatma said resign .

The difference is seen when the presence of Fatma and after she left, when this class rioted again with me who became the main object.

" hay Salwa!!" some people approached me, some were welcome and some might just think I was ordinary, but so far they have accepted me well.

" Salwa, sit with me ! " calling the girl named Nur, I nodded

" introduce me Nur.." she reached out her hand to get acquainted, I welcomed her .

" so this is a new student moving Jakarta !" strangled from the back of the bench, he walked closer.

" btw welcome, not bad for someone who's already electrifying the school !" he said it made my eyebrows rise up next door

" my name is Adam the class president here" he said, then walked out of the classroom and put his smile behind the doorway.

I'm berohria, wait ! electrifying??? is it so powerful that my arrival can shock this school??

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