Love Me Please, Uncle Camat

first visit as bu camat

happy reading all 😍

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bismillah

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car parked in a stilt house surrounded by trees, some coffee trees, banana and vegetable plants, so beautiful .

" this is Samadi sir's house, RT here, Za..! we can spend the night here "Om Mirza pulled the lever and turned the car key. Apparently, the arrival of the Camat sir has been awaited by all residents to convey their complaints, plus they can not wait to meet their idol camat.

" am ! we've been welcomed 'we'd better get down.." said Aunt Cut.

Looking at me who was still asleep, Om Za felt bad if it woke me up.

" you'd better go first, I'll catch up !" he looked at my tennis face.

" but bang ??" said aunt Cut

" it's Cut Deck, we'll go first !" timpal Om Mirza took her out .

Seen from behind the windshield of the car, they welcomed the arrival of guests but their eyebrows wrinkled that between the two there was no figure of the camat sir.

I squirmed, and began to blink my eyes, feeling that the car was stopping.

" loh ! is it nyampe ??" I said, raising my head up, I researched my position, I was sitting on the back of the chair, but now I'm stuck in the chest of the Om Za field, like a lizard on the wall.

" ultimately wake up too, little little you heavy ..!" that seductive bass sound was also heard in my ears, I looked up .

" why isn't it built, Om...!" I kept my body away from Om Za's chest.

" you sleep rich man passed out !" answer .

" the hell time ??!" my wonder.

" let's go down , the citizens are waiting ... Mirza and Cut are already in the first place !" Om Za opens the car door .

" Om !! wait, Salwa's life hasn't gathered yet !!" my throat still felt a little dazed, but instead of hearing Om Za pass out, I snorted annoyedly with pouting lips, opened the car door and went down, flicked my long hair.blown in the wind .

Because what I stepped on was the red soil deserved there were still many rocks and pebbles, I was too busy mumbling and gathering awareness until my feet accidentally stumbled over a rock

" the blugghh !!"

" ow....!!"

" Salwa ??!! why are you ??" peekik Om Za immediately ran to wake me who had fallen and sat on the ground with a scuff wound on the hand for holding my face from landing on the red ground .

" that's why he's hearty" he laughs amusedly at seeing me fall with his lips bent like a duck donald.

" be told to wait too ! maen go, Salwa has not realized the real Om, still try to come down to earth from the dream world !!" my sarcasm.

Om Za squatting "yes already , if so go up to your back if you are not aware ! " the cake again

Om Za crouched down in front of me, I happily jumped on the sandarable back, don't bother walking ...

" happ "

with a single jolt Om Za stood up and held me behind '"are there any wounds ??" he asked, I showed that the palms that were scratched and dirty even inside the wound looked dirty by the ground and small rocks.

" we'll fix it inside !" answer .

" assalamualaikum "

" wa'alaikumsalam "

our current position suddenly makes people who are in the gawking, an idol camat is playing sling with a young girl . I patted Om Za's shoulder asking to be taken down

Om Za pulled my hand and took me in

" welcome, sir in our village, this is how it is sir !!" welcome the owner of the house and RT there.

" thank you, sir, I am very grateful to be welcomed and given a place to spend the night." replied Om Za, friendly ,indeed, all citizens should complain about his elukan when in a low-profile Pak Camat fashion Om Za is indeed many times handsome, kind and friendly .

I was accidentally stunned by this Om Camat, who was chatting with some of its citizens ,the chat occurred so warm and open far from the impression of hot and tense like a debate between people's council clones or the press conference of an artist who was involved in a scandal with officials..

A glass of coffee tubruk Aceh, and some warm sweet tea served do not forget the typical Acehnese cake that is still strange in my ears and tongue, ' he said ,can't request a pizza or cheesecake with my favorite drink, long ago my tongue was confused not to feel my favorite drink.

I pulled Om Za's jacket "Om what's this called ??" I pointed at one of the sweets in front of me

" cake cassava .." she replied "just try it !!".

" this one !!" point me at a confectionery similar to pepes in a banana leaf wrap

" it's timphan..! "

Not yet I pointed again 'Om Za has interrupted "that one is angry !!" lirhnya .

" funny om, rich coconut coir !!" anwilson ...

" no cheesecake is that Om, or boba ??" I muttered a lot, but apparently my mutter was heard by Om Mirza he held a twitch on his lips .

For the sake of his mental health, Om Za chose to be silent, after finishing chatting one by one the citizens shake hands and scramble photos with him, before tomorrow Om Za really went around looking at the facilities and the state of this village.

" ready sir ! for whom ??" ask her

" for mom !" answerable

" oh so this is the figure of ma'amat, sir !" exclaimed Samadi, I smiled and lowered my head

" wow.bu camat we are young !" yells.

" but it fits sir ! " his wife replied "one handsome and well-established, the other beautiful ,!" he praised .

" let's mom, please taste !!" the door I nodded .

" thank you ma'am ! Salwa has been nyicip ko , although at first it feels strange but Salwa likes it !! yummy !!" I smiled sweetly .

" if mom really likes it, then let me pack it up if mom comes home !" he said enthusiastically because the mother Camat likes it.

" don't bother ma'am, this alone is more than enough !" sela Om Za's.

" let it be sir ! I was happy even , if the father and mother like, when again there is a moment like this , I think that young people will not like the same traditional food typical of the village !" he said, Om Za glanced at me because I had previously complained about the absence of cheesecake.

" have Salwa liked ko bu ,just don't give her twigs the same rock , 'rich song Koes plus .." I joke make everyone laugh ,whereas from earlier a woman in a veil beside Om Mirza was silent while smiling bitterly, her position has been replaced .

" it should be Cut who was there, ,bang .." he thought.

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" this is the box sir !" Om Mirza handed me the p3k box.

" attagfirullah, your mother's wounds sir ??" ask Samadi sir

" yes sir, just the blisters just fell down." replied Om Za grabbed my hand to treat it.

" just take it easy sir, Salwa is strong !" I said 'Om Za raised his eyebrows then who was carried just for a few steps forward, he shook his head.

" then my wife and I excuse you to go back for a moment, ma'am !" pamit pak Samadi

" yes please sir !" answer Om Za, Om Mirza and Aunt Cut.

" ow...!!" I reflexively patted Om Za's shoulder as her hand pressed against my wound with water to clean it .

" don't sign Om, get sick !!" my sarcasm.

" said strong as steel ??!" tanya Om Za by Om Mirza .

" Our nekennya in rub rubbing ! that's Om's wound not the pot's ass !!" omelette .

" it's a dirty wound sal..should be cleaned up in fear of infection !" answer Om Za.

" so sweet mother and father of our camat !" decak Om Mirza,

" excuse me for going out first, find the wind !!" said aunt Cut.

Om Za breathed a rough glance at each other with Om Mirza.

" Of Salwa want pi*pis !" say

" yes, we went to the toilet there, the owner of the house !" answer Om Za.

I searched for Mr. Samadi or Samadi's mother, I searched every inch of the house until I found them in the kitchen preparing lunch .

" sorry sir, ma'am." I bowed

" eh camat ma'am ??!" say they are shocked .

" if possible I want to go to the toilet" I replied asking permission

" may ma'am, please ,toilet next door , but sorry if less pleasing !" say they are polite

" ahhh mother, father don't be so ,!!" I'm upset because I'm not strong.

It's been 15 minutes I haven't been back Om Za looking for me, afraid that if I ever get hurt again,he was looking for something but his steps stopped at the door of the kitchen when he saw me giggling and joking with the two homeowners who already looked awkward anymore , they laughed with satisfaction at hearing my every chatter ,it's adorable, a smile etched on Om Za's face, lately he's been smiling to himself when he peeks at me.

Aunt Cut closed her eyes when the wind hit her face and hijab, filling the emptiness of her heart with the wind that blew, trying to control her emotions that burst ,

you wrong Cut, you should have been more vigorous to win the heart of bang Zaky, do I have to be someone who is humble just to get happiness?? my heart is already very full by bang Za, I love her very much.she is just a girl, but it seems like bang Za is very appreciative and makes her into someone special , I should be the one in his position, not Salwa. He breathed a long breath

" i shouldn't be Salwa !!" muttered

" it is better from now on you have to accept the fact that Cut , Kalo Za has been with Salwa , only Salwa who Za loves at this time ..." said someone like lightning struck. He looked towards the source of the voice.

" but what are the advantages of Salwa,bang ?just look at her behavior ??!" Cut won't take it.

" but now Salwa is with Za.."

" what makes you so sure that bang Za loves Salwa, they're only betrothed !!" the sarcophagus is still chuckling.

" didn't you see Zaky's gaze? don't you feel how warm Zaky is? are you unaware of Zaky's change now after Salwa's presence ??!! wake up Cut !!"

" Cut is aware of bang , very aware that bang Za belongs to Cut , however bang Za must be with Cut !!" his words suddenly ignited the emotions of anyone who heard including Om Za who knew that he had stuck behind them but did not join, he was only confused with Cut, who knew that he had no idea, in what other way he explained that he was married, he loved and loved the woman who is now his wife.

" Cut !!" pekik Om Mirza's.

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