Love Me Please, Uncle Camat

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The water is indeed refreshing, just the ground well water, it is still very clear

" Om Za who really just took just one bucket this mah just enough for my hair doang !!" my murmurs glanced at the contents of the bucket.

Not that I'm a wife who doesn't know it's lucky, but if it's just one bucket auto snake bath .

Om Za came back with my change of clothes and toiletries.

" thank you, baby !!" my smile is as sweet as sugar cane.

" same as " .

" Om ! ko dalemannya tucked outside it's a shame !!" my ketus.

" embarrassment ?? there is no one but brother !" the answer.

" idih, Salwa already feel te*just go long in front of Om kalo gini !" back ocehku.

" you'll soon be naked in front of brother !" he said innocently without any meaningful expression, even though I had wrong behavior to resist embarrassment.

" the mouth !!! ask for dilakbanin !" my answer was fanning my heated face.

" yes, take a shower !! or do you want to take a shower ??" ask her, I shake fast.

" but Om, where is the water ??!!" my nag.

" that's enough Salwa already, enough for one body of yours!" answer Om Za .

" it's just enough for hair !!" my whinek is used to wasteful use of water.

" want all my brothers to go to the well ?" ask her, this is Kim Jong Un's fashion, cruel...

" ihh sadistic!!" I pushed Om Za out of the bathroom, and would be wise to use water.

The hair that usually wears a strawberry mask today must fast first, because the source of my hard water can be precisely the stingy om Za to get water , when looking at the clay muscles,,, ' he said,, to pick up a few more buckets is still very strong.

My night is getting worse where the times here have not been all the houses of residents electrified well including Mr. Samadi ,only certain people can get an adequate supply of electricity and of course use money.

" i'm sorry ma'am, in my house only every 3 days a week there is electricity that even alternates" said pengapal Samadi

" ahh it's okay, sir ! this is what my PR will be with the others !!" answer Om Za in the midst of the dim petromax lamp, black smoke that billows through a clear glass funnel makes me want to touch it, if every day this face soap fix is indeed a staple here ,it's funny in modern times like now there are still villages that are left behind I think only on tv only border areas.

" oom.. Salwa is scared !!" I whispered I put my seat next to Om Za.

" sal...mitosnya here there is also a kind of kuyang loh kalo malem, but prey girls beautiful young nan, like you! " chuckles Om Mirza, my eyes are breaking I'm getting stuck to Om Za.

" ssttt !!! loe what the hell mir...!!" clap Om Za on his arm. While aunt Cut just silent do not want to participate mingle his focus only on the report even though disturbed by the circumstances in front of him.

" Cut, it's tomorrow's job again ! you'd better take a break, it's night !" say Om Za. Aunt Cut nodded, finally Om Za cared for her thought. He immediately turned off the laptop and rushed into the prepared room , actually here is only prepared one room and Om Za prefers that room for me and Aunt Cut while he and Om Mirza sleep in the living room . Om Mirza has entered into the scabbard preparing to sleep, but I am the coward is still awake .

Om Mirza's story about ghosts plus dark circumstances like this makes me parno .

" sal...sleep ! go in room !" say Om Za.

" Salwa is afraid, Om !" I still hugged Om Za's body tightly clinging like a baby koala.

" fear what ? brother here !" with no heart Om Za let go of my embrace.

" if you say Om Mirza really how , or arrive from there there there is a stand on the corner of the white pake continue to jump Salwa's hornbill, Salwa will not die young Om....!" point at me and then shudder.

" you still have God ! there is nothing to be afraid of except for - He "calls Om Za.

" yeah Salwa tau , Om but it's still if you look at their faces are angry who is not afraid , o'm ,wonder during his life he never knew the same name skin care or oplas times yes !!" anask . Not understanding but Om Za instead pushed me into the room .

" oom.. Salwa is afraid ..kalo suddenly aunt Cut keeps huffing Salwa how ?? rich in movies !!" I said shudder, Om Za chuckled "ngaco !! so do not mostly watch shows that are not educational ! from tomorrow you'll limit your spectacle!" lirih Om Za. My steps have gone into room , but my feet are holding back .

" Salwa wants to sleep with Om !!" rangbuku .

" just here ! there your body will ache !" said,

he turned my body around .

" brother here , Salwa don't be afraid ..sleep well !" he kissed my old forehead.

Cut who hasn't slept fully, feels disturbed by the sound he thinks this bastard , he doesn't like , ' 'em ,he thought Om Za had cared about him and began to be able to respond he just had to try more to get the attention of Om Za completely.

Inevitably I went in and lay down beside Aunt Cut, our positions turned against each other . Instead of falling asleep, I was getting more awake. I changed my position a few times but it was hard to close my eyes. Until long enough my hearing caught the sound

" !!!" my eyes are breaking, my heart is pounding .

" tap..tap..tap....!!"

The sound of footsteps was still heard and the sound of the middle room door returning to the open kitchen .

" krekekkk...!!"

bo*do is very important with Aunt Cut I can save myself, it's not good if he is disturbed by ghosts , I still want to live in peace ,I gathered courage and jumped out of bed and ran towards Om Za who was lying down with his arms, apparently not sleeping ,

" Om !!" my screams lie down next to him, and Om Za reflexes hugged me, but my screams didn't wake up enough Om Mirza.

" Salwa is afraid !!" I hid my head in his chest.

" god ! what are you afraid of ?" Om Za raised my chin.

" there was a ghost ! just now there was the sound of the door opening and the sound of footsteps," I replied in fear.

" that's brother,sal !" the answer.

" Salwa won't sleep there ! Salwa wants to sleep here just like Om !!" I said no rejection.

Om Za sighed "okay ! here !!" take her in the long chair away a little from Om Mirza

" just stay here "Om Za slapped his thigh for me to sleep on, I'm happy to say, it's better this way than to be in a room with only the enemy in a blanket. Before long I could fall asleep because Om Za was stroking my head elus.

He stared a long time ago at my sleeping face "brother will not let anyone hurt you sal !" .

Om Za put my head on the pillow and he also lay down next to me hugging me tightly because of the narrow size of the chair we were hugging each other .

Adhan dawn reverberate, the residents are usually up before dawn before every pair of eyes that see giggling ....But unlike Aunt Cut who throw away face does not want to see.

Om Mirza wriggled, his first look when he woke up was a couple who were sleeping hugging , suitable for jokes.

Om Za squirmed and blinked his eyes and took his temples last night he slept at 2 o'clock, saw me still sleeping spoiled in his arms, his smile was engraved but before long I wriggled and woke up

" ekhemmm, what could a day not sleep together, the new bride's mentang mentang !!" ledek Om Mirza . Om Za immediately woke up his flat face slightly flushed to hold the shame, because it coincided with the owner of the house passing by .Is it with this incident that his authority as a Camat sir will fall ?

Om Za scratched his head not itching "Salwa last night can not sleep because of fear due to your story !!" the sarcasm covered her shame

" so again look for alesan nih ..if indeed you can not sleep separately say aja , Za.pak camat also human !!" kekeh Om Mirza is back

Om Za threw a pillow at Om Mirza who even chuckled, this is how Om Za salting , he passed to the toilet , ' he said , leave me with my pillow face left to be Om Mirza's bully-an ingredient. Rather than me being bullied, I should also follow and wait for the queue to the bathroom.

" hey you guys ! what to the bathroom should also be both !!" pekikin.

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As my gratitude for the last straw , this morning I will make Om Za breakfast, I went into the kitchen to make fried rice only accompanied by the owner of the house , ' ' I went into the kitchen ,I cooked Salwa-style fried rice as much as I could . Intercut with jokes and laughter .

" the taraaa !!!"

although not as beautiful on tv tv or flavoring wrap featuring appetizing plating at least this fried rice is made with sincerity.

Fried rice is brown but pias due to its depleted soy sauce and the shape of a broken cow's eye egg , the intention is to form the heart but what is my power is only an amateur chef and carrot carved in the shape of a heart that is abstract understand I am not a professional sculptor.

" this is specifically for my dear Om Za !!" I rubbed my sweat, Om Za raised her eyebrows next to the look of fried rice, she sat down and grabbed a spoon.

" sal ... is just Zaky doang ??" tanya Om Mirza ,

" make Om Mirza the same aunt Cut still in the frying pan, take it !!" my answer, which also makes for both .Om Mirza went straight to the kitchen and satirized the fried rice as well as Aunt Cut even though he was a little hesitant.

" thank you, Om.semalem already want Salwa to disturb his sleep, thanks also hugged Salwa "smiling display my gingsul.

" hemm!" the answer is, I'm used to it with answers that are just wheezing.

Om Za eat fried rice until it runs out "good ga om ??" ask me, she nodded . I exclaimed with excitement "Salwa will make more yes, Om!! every day !!" replied exclaiming.

" yes already brother, want to be ready to go to the residents' bale, Salwa wait here or can come with Samadi ma'am later!" speaking Om Za, I nodded.

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I wanted to approach Om Za with her two co-workers for say goodbye but my steps stopped when I heard their chatter

" Yes !! what does every day you dimasakin Salwa ? wah can you have high blood, Za ..cook it salty ! " cool Om Mirza.

" still learning, Mir.but he sincerely takes care of me "answered Om Za flat .

" the power of love, I know !" answer Om Mirza.

" if Salwa makes a mistake it means I am wrong because I am Salwa's priest, the person who is obligated to guide him !" answer Om Za. At first Aunt Cut smiled satisfied to underestimate me but Om Za's stern answer made him even more make his brain and heart bulge.

My face scowled, it turns out that Om Za just pretends to like it, so that I am not sad . I'm sitting in a chair in the backyard, it seems like whatever I do always ends badly.

" Of the Salwa !" someone said from behind me

" Om Za ??!" my answer is not excited

" hey why ??!"

I shook my head

" Om sorry Salwa, Salwa ga becus be a wife !!" saku sayu.

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