Love Me Please, Uncle Camat

The brother asked Salwa

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bismillah

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" the hoammm !!" as a girl I can not control the pleasure that haqiqi in the morning , then I will prepare to start my new day , my eyes already feel as good as, ' my eyes are, as far as the eye can see only this snake-face aunt I got, what do you expect, a room with her is certainly what this person will see.

Without any intention to greet him I went and took a towel, I better see a caterpillar mango tree in the backyard Mr. Samadi alone who was writhing for food rather than having to see a face full of lies...

" morn mom !!" seruku greeted Samadi ma'am who was squeaking hot water into the flask .

" morning is also the "mom .

Actually my eyes always reflexively look for where Om Om my dead man is, want to look at the stiff but handsome face of my beloved om om it, but because I was angry with him, I paled... my self-esteem would plummet like the price of a second hape if I stole a glance ...

It turns out that in the bathroom there is Om Za, and the queuing order still has Om Mirza there

" hay sal !!" greet Om Mirza with his pillow face .

" hay Om Mir..ngantri huh ??" ask me pout because I do not like to wait, he nodded while sipping a kretek cigarette between his fingers.

" inside there is Zaky.." he replied, rather than having to meet Om Za I better breathe this cool morning air that still looks dark in the backyard ,I still have the power to raise the war flag with Om Za until Om Za himself apologizes to me.

I took a deep breath and threw it away as the gym teacher often taught me, with the towel I still had around my neck, I practiced the science of throwing away the aura of negative aura in my heart and my amputee , being close to the snake woman made the toxic in me fill the chest cavity and mind.

" assalamualaikum, sal ....!!"

I flinched while turning my head, failed her impromptu yoga show because now it is plastered in front of my eyes , what an incredible sight wow..

o Allah..do not all that cheapness I made, the hair that is usually neat klimis terpomade it this morning looks wet and random chatter, indeed the appearance of the man after the bath is an unforgivable beauty...he restores his hair, hopefully at this time my drool does not drip, the image of the girl with high self-esteem that I have saved do not get eroded with just the appearance of evil om om terwow me...I cleared my throat and averted my eyes trying to wake myself up when I was angry with him.

" sal.sorry brother for yesterday !" he said it was in front of me now.

" why?? nyesel ?? stale !!' my sarcasm.

" sal. "he took my hand

" please, the branch is wrong. you should trust Salwa more. "please.

" no promise !! move !! Salwa is taking a shower !! " it feels like I'm laughing when else I'm judging Om Za, my heart is not that cool Om just because a trivial problem like yesterday won't make me die...

Om Za caught me wanting to go and grabbed my waist holding him affectionately, not getting a rejection from me he touched my chin and raised my face,is this Om Za the om camat who keeps the image of his feet exhausted, is he not ashamed if someone will see him and I am in a position that is this calm.

" anything will you do as long as Salwa forgive brother !!" the door ,

" really ??" I just raised my eyebrows next to her, she nodded

" okay, Salwa think ! let go of Om's hand, Salwa wants to take a shower !" my spoken.

" give me the water !!" answer .

" do not Salwa can be alone !!" my lie though lazy once I have to capean capean take water, it turns out to keep the prestige very draining .

In a pretentious style I lowered the bucket and my bucket rope poked my head back looking into the deep well like plunging here is a list of the least cool suicidal ways, I pulled it , even with all the power I have but it's not as easy as it looks, it's very heavy ! the bathroom floor that is splashed and splashed with water makes it slippery either because I am not heartless or it has become destiny, I slipped and was almost pulled into the well because it was holding the weight of a bucket full of water.

greupp !!

Om Za grabbed my waist and hugged it "your brother said 'you can't do it without his "cheek brother

" so let the brother help." he added this position makes me nervous because the bathroom door is still open and allows people passing by to see, and sure enough !

" mmm !! still early in the morning hugged me, there was a room, the bathroom so !!" tease om Mirza makes me jerk surprised, but it is different with Om Za who seems to be indifferent to the arrival of Om Mirza. Until I let Om Za's hand off my waist

" that's it !!" I pat Om Za on the shoulder.

" why ?let it be , we are halal there is nothing to hide too !!" answer's relaxed.

" hh ahh cepet take, Salwa want to take a bath !!" my door covered my warmed face.

I just saw Za from the side

" inget yes Om .. Salwa is still angry !! don't bother because you have taken water and Salwa wants to apologize Om.." threatened me while squinting my eyes with hands folded in the chest.

" yes." she answered with a smile.

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This afternoon we went home Om Za accompanied by Om Mirza surrounded the house of some residents all alone, while I and Aunt Cut waited at home ,I'm taking care of my clothes and things, lest anyone be left behind.

" sorry deck Salwa, can talk for a second !" said aunt Cut.

" yes ??!!" I turned my head, I was actually lazy to talk to him but I was not the type of girl who put aside manners in the name of dislike...

" but Salwa while sorting things out !" I answered ogah ogahan.

Aunt Cut nodded she sat on the edge of the bed beside me who was in order.

" excuse me in advance if I was presumptuous, I know Abang Za and Dek Salwa were betrothed but does it not overdo it make you maintain a marriage without love all this time ??" his words were sharp like a knife, his words and words were polite but it felt like they had ransacked and heart-wrenching, or what he was about what happened to Om Za and me ...

My hands stopped from folding

" sorry aunt love problem or not I don't think it's aunty's business,, aunt doesn't need to know about the feelings of Salwa or Om Za.." I look sharply at him ,women like this really need to be given assertiveness.

" Don't be selfish sal.I know Salwa or Brother do not love each other, let brother reach his own love as well as Salwa.." said aunt Cut.

her love??? Om Za or auntie ???my smile is slipping.

I wanted to have her lips tied up and then I dipped in boiling water so that I could no longer speak, because I think every word that came out of her mouth was all about words that made other people emotional.

" then why don't you tell Om Za to let go of Salwa, if Om Za isn't happy living with Salwa ??" my answer is to close my bag .

" who will let you go ??!!" that cold baritone voice broke my conversation with Aunt Cut..Om Za appeared from behind the door of the room, when the face of Aunt Cut was deathly pale.

Om Za stood beside me grabbing and embracing my slender waist.

" i know what you said behind my back when I was with Mirza but I am still silent because I appreciate you who is my friend and my secretary..but this time you've already missed enough!!" she said a tear fell from her beautiful eyes .

"need I reiterate, I've married Cut ,, Salwa my wife and I love Salwa very much, even before our parents betrothed me and Salwa !!" clearly staring.

deg ...!!!

before being set up ??? I looked back at Om Za, whether Om Za had known me before .

"but bang !!" aunt Cut was about to interrupt but Om Za's piercing gaze undoes her intentions she went out while carrying her bag and also crying.

" Om??" my great-grandchild.

" yes ??!! brother knew you before this match, Salwa..! even when you're still in your womb !!" answer .

One fact I got from Om Za got me hooked

" brother never appeared in front of Salwa because of the busyness of his brother.but brother always monitor and supervise Salwa , brother always knows how Salwa grew up from a cute fat baby and is now a chatty beautiful girl owned by brother. actually there is something you want to tell Salwa ... " obviously swallowed the salivary .

My eyes were hoping to look anxiously at Om Za, including my heart that had leaped from its place.

" it was the brother who asked Salwa to the father and mother for the brother to be the brother's wife." cf. Om Za.

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