Love Me Please, Uncle Camat

salwa shoes haul, Om!

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bismillah

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Om Za held back the rumble of his anger he was not good at controlling emotions, but as much as possible he muffled it, considering the moment they are in the house of the citizens, bad action if this should happen again ,lazy thousand lazy actually dealing with things like this from the beginning Om Za has no taste whatsoever but friendship with Mirza and Cut who has long known.

He chose to sit down and enjoy the rest of his Aceh/Gayo coffee.

" Oh !" Om Mirza was a little surprised by the existence of Om Za, may Zaky hear it, inner om Mirza.

" Za, since when are you here ??" tanya Om Mirza sat next to her.

" ever since you talked about me and Salwa !" it was cold . If my word has come out of Om Za's mouth it means his emotions are in a condition that is not good...

" bang Zaky !!" the new Aunt Cut exclaimed, with her sinless face and smiling sweetly as if to show her sweet self. This is the first time Om Za does not like the smile of Aunt Cut who seems fake.

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" father, mother, mari ! please , it's lunch time better first !!" invite the host to his great guest.

I sniffed my body and shirt "it's rich in ashes !!"I'm chuckling to myself.

" thank you, ma'am , already bother to help , it looks like mom will be good at cooking later !" exclaim bu Samadi while preparing and arranging the results of cooking .

" Aah, mom can only, Salwa just can not cook bu ,most cooked instant noodles !" I made him laugh.

" ih ma'am this camat is humorous yes, just stay young !!"

" Salwa is still young Mom, so do not call ma'amat ya, Salwa is not yet mother mother "

" Oh, sit down !! here come.." invite me to sit down on the dining table chair

" What do you want to eat ?? Salwa takein !!" myrag.

" it's great to see such a friendly couple !!" lirih mr. Samadi.

" i'm amazed you're the same ma'amat , young still want to be invited to marry , do not refuse in a dirty kitchen , young people now ma'am ,susahh.." lamented ma'am Samadi. I smiled, and this time someone told me I was awesome.

" good, right Om ?? Salwa help you !!" I replied Om Za smiled briefly. While Mirza can only smile miris see the view of Cut who keeps the wound, but it is his own fault that fosters liver disease.

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This afternoon Om Za was preoccupied with the work program with the village managers here as well as Om Mirza and Aunt Cut , while I who had no interest just sat pensively on the steps of the back stairs .

Some of the boys were playing football in the field, I was interested to see it

" plukkk....!!" the ball fell and rolled right in front of me, instead of me just sitting pensive what's wrong with me trying ? in the past when in Jakarta in sports lessons I listened a little to the rules of playing ball, especially only with children of village children like this, will not drag the rules of the national competition level , ' he said , the important thing is that the ball entered the goal and did not hit my hand is legal to become an abal class player.

" a ! can throw the ball !!" peekik child .

" can you play ??" I asked, they looked at each other and nodded

" yipiii !!!" I cried I tied my long hair and joined the Amir team .

I run after the ball occasionally dribbling, passing it to a friend, there are no rules means that it is important not to play rough

" come on ka ! kick "

With all my might I kicked but instead of the ball I kicked, my shoe from Om Za was thrown into the tree, more precisely I forced Om Za to buy it for me

Suddenly the child laughed, including me

" upss !!!" if later if the one who gave the shoes knew he would be angry, shoes with a price of millions I wear to play football on red soil, even the thickness of the soil alone to cover the shoe logo ,now it is stuck in a tall tree.

" yahhhh my shoes !!" hausuf ...

" your shoes are rich !!" peekkik Amir's.

" a great idea !!' I answered I took off my shoes next door again and kept them on the outskirts along with some shirts and sandals belonging to the village boy .

Until I finally got the ball pass from Amir and dribbled it towards the goal without guard which means, just a skinny little boy.

I kicked with all my might and

" gollllll !!!!" I squealed in excitement with my team prancing around and continued the game ,

" my meeting closes with the agenda tomorrow , the review of village facilities, assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh" said Om Za.

" wa'alaikumsalam, thank you mr camat "excite them satisfied because soon their village is a little left behind will be the same as other villages .

" Mir, have you seen Salwa ??" ask Om Za

" it's not Salwa behind 'bro !" answer Om Mirza while preparing documents with aunt Cut.

Om Za went to the backyard but did not find me there, her silence was wrinkled, not until I made trouble in the village of people.

Until it sounded giggling some children made him turn his head ,

" attagfirullah Salwa !!" his headband saw me running after the ball with dirty feet .

He watched me from a distance

" okay yu ,cape this...!!" I said the bored ones

" ka Salwa was just really exciting, tomorrow can you enter my team again Salwa !!" exclaim Amir and several other children .

" wokayhhh !! when will Salwa come here again !" I answered the sweat that had flooded.

" as a tax because kaka and Amir team won how if kaka treatir !!" bargain, who is not happy in the treaty let alone adult children will be happy if treated. Incidentally at the right time a traveling ice tea merchant passed by there, there was also his milk drink there they dismissed the ice merchant.

" okay capcuss !!!!" answer was running

" Sister !! buy !!" pekikku, of course, the merchant smiled happily the smell of the merchandise he bought and could bring money to his wife's son at home.I counted the number of children and ordered it, it is very simple indeed ....

I reached into my pocket but didn't seem to leave any money there, and then I intended to take my wallet home

" guys wait a minute, I'll take the money in that house !" point me at Samadi's father's house, he nodded.

I ran ..and went into Mr. Samadi's yard but I remember my dirty feet, I glanced at no one there for me to ask for help .

Let it get dirty later I'll.

I went inside barefoot, only until the kitchen did the bass sound surprise me

" attagfirullah, Salwa!!!"

" your feet are dirty, look at Mr. Samadi's floor so dirty !!" said Om Za, I just grinned like a horse.

" salwa's brother wants to bring a wallet, want to pay for ice ...! salwa's wallet is in Dalem !!" my answer.

" it can't wash his feet first !!"

" play the ball Om, oh yes Om Salwa shoes stuck in the tree !" I say heart of heart.

" what is it ??!" ask her

" yes, the shoes that Om buyin, later please take it Salwa can not go up the tree." I asked smiling sweetly.

" you have it wrong you have to take responsibility!" he said, instantly my smile faded

" nyebelin ! watch out !! Salwa wants to get her brother's wallet..!!" my sarcasm.

" if you go any further, this house will get dirty "he replied, Om Za grabbed my hand and went back out to the yard and onto the ball field.

He reached into his wallet and paid the ice brother

" how many sir ?" ask Om Za.

" 30 thousand pack !" answer the ice

" this is !" bang Za gave a piece of money in blue .

"you take it back !" add Om Za.

" thank you, sir "he looked up "sir camat !!!" yells.

The children who had stood up and greeted Om Za one by one

" ka Salwa, why not say that his brother kaka pak camat, we think ka Salwa is only a brother of RT sir !" exclaim them .

" more precisely, ma'amat !"answer Om Za ruffled Amir's hair .

" huh ??!! mama camat ???!!!" strangulate them .

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" why are your shoes just next to sal ??" ask Om Za .

" look up !" doorstep

" astagfirullah, why can it get to the top ??" ask her.

" Salwa wants to kick the ball, uh throw the shoes!!' answer me without sin.

" who will take it ??" ask her.

" Om...!!" I said, Om Za shook his head, not wanting him to climb up a tree to take my shoes .

" next time, you hanging on a tree !!" he said sangar even made me chuckle and follow Om Za.

" Om!! salwa how did it enter ??!" shanky

" do not know !!" her answer curled her lips .

" chopper , carry !!!" my snapping.

" you don't want to !!" the answer.

" okay if you don't want to, Salwa inject again nih floornihnya "threat me about to step on the floor of the house that has been clean again .

" stop !!! yes, I have been waiting !!" om Za again relented, if at home I might have been hung by Om Za or in the cempaka tree belonging to umi.

With a single jolt Om Za lifted me ala bridal style

" your body smells asem !' answerable

" yes, Salwa still smells !" my ketus, Om Za dropped me off in the toilet. Om Za did not come out immediately he walked to the well and pulled the rope, rolling his pants featuring his hairy legs

" What do you want ??" much

" get some water for you to shower !!" answerable

" grab her from the well ??" I ask he nodded

" because here still use well water and must be dragged by the water ", I'm berohria, look at om om hawt's burly arm arm my muscles are perfectly formed when pulling water in the well through a bucket

kepengen bend the burly arms it feels ,...

" it's already !!" he said that he stopped my activity watching the muscles of the clay Om Za

" but the same clothes Salwa toiletries in Dalem Om !" sayang .

" let me get you !" he replied, I nodded but then gasped, Wait it means Om Za will find my red underwear.

" Of Za !!!!"

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