Love Me Please, Uncle Camat

forgive brother,sal ..!

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bismillah

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" Om sorryin Salwa, Salwa ga becus is "my own wife .

" what are you ??" ask her .

" cook fried rice just can't, Om ..ko said delicious anyway, should not be eaten later Om have high blood ! " my words bowed, my sadness obviously felt, my disappointment in myself .

" but I like it ! you've tried and it's worth it , don't be sad, eat whatever you make , eager to learn !!" Om Za ruffled my hair.

" brother go first..would Salwa want to come ??" bargain, I shook my head.

" ingga , Salwa just wait at home "my answer.

" yes already brother go first, wait at home ..good good...!!" I grabbed Om Za's hand and kissed the back of her hand.

" assalamualaikum"

" wa'alaikumsalam Om Za nya Salwa.." I chuckled amusedly with my own words, as well as Om Za.

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I can only be pensive while playing the phone, or will be bored like this meningan earlier I just accompany Om Za, all together with aunt Cut ngawasin also right.

" mrs Salwa ! " call someone from behind me .

" yes ma'am ?!" i'm turning.

" want to come with me to the garden, ma'am ?!" ask her, I weigh indecisive, but rather than me just silently pensive without friends I better come along,who knows in the garden will arrive oppa oppa Korea come so all wash the eyes of the Ijo ijo.

" may ma'am, Salwa come ! " gut while getting down from the chair .

True I said, the breeze blew leaves that are not too old, although some are hollow because they are eaten by caterpillars or other leaf-eating insects. At least here adem...

Ms. Samadi invited me to pick some vegetables that had begun to ripen in her garden and residents, which were built self-help for RT cash

The blue plastic basket became a tool that I carried with my heart steps down the slightly loose red soil

" to Salwa !!" peeking Amir while waving his hands, I, Samadi's mother and some mothers who participated there turned their heads

" Amir ?!" muttered

" Amir is impolite, call mom ..!!" said his mother who was there.

" it's okay ma'am.malah Salwa is happy..!" my answer.

" what are you doing here ??" ask Amir's mother.

" Amir wants to help you with Salwa, 'mi ..!" said Amir happy, but even glared at his mother.

" it's okay ma'am just leave it "I don't mind if Amir will indeed come along .

From a distance Om Za's entourage who were inspecting the village's facilities was seen going across the streets near the village's garden, whether what he pointed to might be near the river area there he would build a waterwheel so that residents have a reserve of electricity supply.

My eyes narrowed at the sight in front, my teeth bully in annoyance

" it's a very professional sihh..!!"

Seen there aunt Cut who continues to buy Om Za while Om Za himself only focus on the explanation of Mr. Samadi and other residents, not to mention his attitude that seeks attention from Om Za. Because his eyes were often stolen from look at Om Za, his feet tripped over a rock until he fell right onto Om Za's back and hugged her, my eyes widened. Though Om Za himself did not respond even just to help .

" sorry sir !" heed

" next time the heart of the heart." said Om Za again continue his activities

" are you okay Cut??" ask Om Mirza, he shook his head not the question of Om Mirza that Aunt Cut expected.

"megatelan !!" muttered "aunty aunt gatel, Om Za I held dong ...!" my own nagging almost squeezed a tomato in my basket.

Apparently my murmur was heard by Amir "why, brother ??" ask Amir.

" uh ??! ga nothing,mir.yu after the other mother , already missed ..!" point me out ,

" hhhhh...!!"

" ow...!!"

" haa??!!" I shut my gaping mouth.

let alone aunt Cut and the others, I'm just surprised , unexpectedly, Amir threw a tomato that was passed ripe red light and threw it right on the shoulder of the aunt Cut to make her clothes covered with broken tomatoes.

Amir asked me to bow

" Amir why are you throwing tomatoes ??!" my panic is the problem later I also get hit, I clucked .

" sorry ka , I was annoyed to also see the aunt nempel same father who incidentally married man he was also looking for attention , rich actor !!" annoyed Amir defended me, it looks like this boy has been the victim of a lie from the soap opera does not educate that much aired by television stations.

Aunt Cut looks annoyed and embarrassed, she cleans the tomatoes that have been broken in her clothes, while others are looking for who did it.

" who did it ??!!" pekik mr. Samadi.

I immediately pulled Amir and walked quietly among the trees but the apes, Samadi and Om Za saw me.

" Of the Salwa !!!" pekik Om Za's.

Mother mother who was with me also turned her head and approached .

Om Za came to me with Samadi sir and also Om Mirza.

" Salwa ??! what are you doing here ?" ask Om Za and then the net is fixed on the basket I brought and contains tomatoes .

" answer !! did you do it ??" om Za's eyes stared hard, his eyebrows swooping . That cold ferocious face managed to make Amir panic in fear, he had even squeezed my t-shirt ,

" oh ..!" tweets .

I smiled at Amir, not to mention the queen drama played by Aunt Cut as if throwing a soft tomato just like in a grenade bomb throw.

" yes ..!" my answer made everyone look up in disbelief not to mention Amir

" sorry not on purpose .." I replied lightly smiling bitterly at Aunt Cut who was busy cleaning tomatoes scattered on her sleeve ,though it was already clean since earlier because the tomato was not too big, not my name if only this problem I can not handle .

Om Za closed her eyes for a moment "pardon Salwa, Cut ?? are you all right? " ask Om Za, my eyes narrowed and smiled nanar while the smile of victory in can aunt Cut.

" deck Salwa why throw tomatoes at me ?" her question was made as good as possible.

" sorry aunt, Salwa ga accidentally again maenan same Amir, and ops ...! it turns out that tomatoes know where to land , sorry if Salwa so disturb aunt who again mandangin Om Za "my answer reverses the situation.

" what does Salwa deck mean ??" tanyanya pura pretend to be the persecuted party.

" Salwa ..it's my brother !!" he said with hardened jaws taking me away from their position.

" what are you doing Salwa ??" ask Om Za .

" don't embarrass your brother !" his weakness seemed to be holding back emotions.

" so Om Za embarrassed to have a rich wife Salwa ??" much

He seemed to sigh "not that sal.but your actions have passed..!" answer Om Za.

" but not more late than nempelin keep men right ?? tell him Om don't nempel nempel like men, do not caper !!" I'm so upset to complain to Om Za.

" so Salwa is jealous??" ask her.

" engga !! " my sarcasm lied and went away.

" s ...!! " the strangler, I who felt judged myself, chose to return to the garden to give Amir a tomato basket and return home.

" mom, Salwa is tired, Salwa wants to go home ..excuse me !!" my answer.

My mood has been ruined because of that woman.

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" sal..apologize to Cut correctly !" said Om Za, my eyes stared cynically

" Salwa don't want to !" I was next to each other this afternoon !!" my circus is in front of Aunt Cut and Om Mirza, although she looks silent but I can see Aunt Cut laughing with joy in her heart. hello !! om Za forgot I was a girl with exorbitant self-esteem.I certainly don't want to apologize for a mistake I didn't make, after all it was her own fault, anyway,that's karma for a woman nervous about the husband of people let me not be, Amir alone who is only a child knows if Aunt Cut like a caterpillar.

" o....!!" snarl Om Za.

" it's okay bang , Salwa this afternoon will have apologized , besides Cut has also forgiven" it feels like the sentence snake makes me want to spit out my dinner .

Om Za looked at me sharply, "okay on behalf of the wife Salwa has been apologizing for...!!" my words make Om Za more anxious, while Om Mirza has laughed from a funny look at my undaunted behavior

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Sitting on the steps of the backyard stairs became my choice tonight , away from Om Za and the others , the feeling of longing for mother hit , I want to go home.

"ekhemmm.." He broke the daydream of my longing. There's no answer from me instead I'm gonna waltz in .

" are you angry ??" ask Om Za to hold my arm.

" do you care??" my question, when I remember this afternoon Om Za did not chase me like a scene in a movie movie, too expect you sal .

" don't be jealous ! it is very noticeable that you love your "god brother holding both of my shoulders, I look up and narrow my eyes, whether if the man is stiff, this net if teasing, he chose to flirt at the wrong time...

" not Salwa the culprit, Om !" my answer is honest now.

" you admitted it yourself this afternoon, right, why do you deny it now ??" her question raised her eyebrows next door.

" but not Salwa, but Amir !"

" you want to blame someone else ??" ask her.

" Salwa kasian with Amir because look at the face of Om who sangar not to mention there is his mother !!" I answered, but it seems like my honesty is no longer trusted Om Za.

" don't look for Salwa's scapegoat,! you appreciate honesty even though it is bitter." replied Om Za.

Rather than having to keep arguing and it just makes me more to blame I better give up and be quiet .

" Salwa wants to sleep !" I miss leaving Om Za alone in the backyard.

" bang... thanks for defending and caring about Cut" his smile expands, apparently from earlier he eavesdropped on my conversation and Om Za.

" i don't defend or keep attention, I just don't want my wife to go the wrong way, we should go forward, I don't want to arise slander because of being alone with a woman who is not my makhrom " he said it was cold to make the smile that had bloated earlier bud back .

I crunched into the blanket, thankfully tonight the electricity in Mr. Samadi's house was on, so I didn't have to beg to sleep with Om Za.

It didn't take long for me to dive into my dreamland even though I didn't know what dreams I was going to have tonight.

tock.tok...

" who's this night mom ??" ask Mr. Samadi, in the living room there is also Om Za, aunt Cut and om Mirza who work on their blusukan report .

They looked up and looked up as the door opened.

" Mrs Ani ... Amir ??!" exclaims mom Samadi

" let's go, say everything ..kasian bu Salwa "grandson of Ani's mother Amir, Om Za frowned cluelessly, let alone Ani's mom carrying my name.

" let's sit mom !!" bring Samadi's mom.

" what's wrong mom ? if I could know ?? did my wife make trouble ??" ask Om Za.

Amir looked down "sorry sir, ma'am....."

Amir hesitated but his mother touched and rubbed the shoots of his head giving confidence.

" it was actually Amir that threw a tomato at the secretary mother "grandchild of Amir.

Suddenly everyone was astonished, especially Om Za.

" ohh so Amir .." cried Om Mirza smiled and patted Amir slowly on the shoulder

" don't be angry ka Salwa, pak ..ka Salwa only protect Amir sorry before Amir only defend ka Salwa only, ' ' '' '.ka Salwa , Amir does not like to see the secretary mother attached to the father who in fact already has a wife, Amir kasian saw ka Salwa .." explained Amir.

aunt Cut smiled wryly "it's okay Amir.." she replied.

" thank you for the honesty of Amir." replied Om Za.

He was upset, upset with himself .. he regretted not believing my words . He went into the sitting room next to me who was asleep sideways tidying up the hair that covered my face and looking at me for a long time

" excuse me brother, sal ...."

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