Love Me Please, Uncle Camat
Salwa wants to go home
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bismillah
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" for good reason, Salwa promised !!! not rich anymore !!" my whine broke my fist punch on his back like a relaxing massage for him, my watered-down, milky brain uht working hard on the idea of getting off the top of the shoulder of this Hulk drip,but nil, my position makes it difficult for me to fight.
Om Za dropped me off at the corner of the room
" your own ear jewer !!" her word.
I'm gawking, it's like an SD kid
" neck !!!" his jolt, with lips scowling I obeyed his command to pick out my own two
" gini ???!!!" manyu squealing.
" put your foot up one !" door's back.
" huh ??!" my peek.
" ayoo !!" he said, sitting like a BK teacher, actually I was at home or at school anyway.. Om Za is already very suitable to replace the teacher BK.
" rich son of SD !!" dumelku rotates the eyeballs.
" read Pancasila !!" added ,
" huh???, PANCASILA!! Salwa is not wrong, is it bang ??" I asked to sharpen my hearing.
" you are not wrong ! let's read it now!!"
Jesus ! my husband ... I know he's a camat but I didn't think he was as loyal to his country what would be when someone died I have to sing a fall flower?? this is a mature man who is far from a touch of love .
" don't you want Salwa to pledge Salwa's love for you ??" if the punishment of the husband in the wife is generally about the bed or service to serve like other customer service is the case with me, when others are hot in bed I am even in a test of how much my love for my country.
" not necessary ! " answer. "Abang already knows what you are going to say "the answer is "let's go fast brother wait !!" he looked back at me.
" ck..good to you !!" reply upset.
" Pancasila 1. the great divinity !!" my spoken.
my God is God but my fate is in the hands of my brother.
I continued until the end with the occasional bit of my mind rummaging as my act of rebellion.
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"pukkk !!" I dropped my body on the bed, my legs almost dropped hanging due to the punishment just now, do not think it's just because of my naughty index finger that no morals lead to the pronunciation of Pancasila 10 times , ' he said ,if every day I make a mistake like next month the president will appoint me as Ambassador of Pancasila. Om Za emang king tega...want to cry roaring but nyaliku only as big as a match seed that there is punishment instead increased , the fate is not always on the side of a beautiful servant ....indeed, there is no perfect human face of the prophet Joseph but the rich behavior of Pharaoh ...
" I love you already love cyanide !!" muttered.
" who do you want cyanide for ??" the bass voice surprised me, meaning that it was struck by lightning in that hole yes this...,!!
" o om...,!! that's a man !!" I replied nervously lest Pancasila turn into the opening of the 1945 Constitution, I might faint. But I immediately covered it with my ghostly face instead of Salwa's name if a little thing like this could not be evaded.
" so you want the poison brother ??" tanya chuckled instead of getting angry she instead laughed while shaking her head.
" yes ..!! cyanide love !!!" godaku's.
I shifted my body to let Om Za lie down, I crunched into his arms precisely nyempil in his armpit, my small body fits perfectly with the chest and arms of Om Za field, ' he said ,plus the smell of her scented body made me feel safe and comfortable.
" am !!" I looked up while he was down
" i'm sorry Salwa because Salwa brother so torment yes ...!!" my words are sincere from the bottom of my heart..
" why ??" tanyanya , his almost fused eyebrows indicate that he is very listening .
" Salwa tau brother really wants it , brother is also a normal man who has grown up, but Salwa has not been able to give it "I replied sad.
" no need to think about it ! brother is fine.branch himself who wants Salwa, then brother will be patient !!" he replied, salute it in the mouth that has three heads he can still hold it .
" it's better for Salwa to sleep, isn't tomorrow the last exercise ??" I nodded then grinned my face at Om Za's armpits and inhaled the deep aroma that had become my candlestick leading me into a beautiful dream.
" ooh !!" I feel like my actions are a little slob .
" brother's brother scented" kekehku .
" Salwa is also fragrant !!" he even smelled my hair.
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This is my last exercise before the day after tomorrow is a very thrilling day , performing in front of one Aceh city let alone the contents of the officials in the city of Aceh including Om Za.
" Of the Salwa !!" peeking Vita and her two friends after training, Nur and I turned and sighed tiredly.
The three walked quickly with an annoyed face .
" it is you ! " all of a sudden he pushed me to the wall
" don't be so pretty ! you want to take Vishnu from me ??!!" he glared as if his eyes wanted to get out of place.
Wrong choice of opponent, he thought I was afraid just by bluffing, oke you sell I buy.
Nur was grimacing beside me "Vita ! Salwa doesn't know anything.. Vishnu is precisely the one who deketin Salwa continues !!" bela Nur, but it seems like her ears have been covered with a word of jealousy so that her eyes will not see a truth.
" i'm pretty !!" I answered smiling
" what is it ??!!!" the strangler "the capital's son is a doubt !!" the answer is against me .
" if you want what ??! I'm beautiful to belagu is also natural!!" I smiled again mockingly.
It gets even more furious that it pulls my veil, is this what bullying is called??
" awww sick be*go !!!" I pulled back the veil until the inevitable fight, we pulled each other's veils open and grabbed hair, Nur broke but the result was nil he was encouraged by Vita
" ow.." Nur grimaced
" Nur...!! pekikku was about to reach Nur but Vita pulled me, then I twisted Vita's hand until folded back and pushed her forward, she grimaced
" don't macem macem if you don't want me to smackdown !!" answer me
" Nur, is she anything ??" I squatted down and helped Nur.
" look out for you !!!!" not giving up Vita pulled my uniform until I flinched, our fight went viral because some students saw it.
" bro Vita fought with Salwa !!" word to Vishnu , Vishnu who was sitting in his class rushed out to the scene of the crime.
" attagfirullah Salwa !!" peeking Adam and Pian tried to mediate, Adam grabbed me and Pian held Vita.
" what is this ???"Vishnu mediates
" ask the loe chick !!" pekikku restored my hair, I finally broke my promise to Om Za not to take off the veil at school.
" why vit..??" ask Vishnu.
" she's a catfish !!" sarcasm Vita judges
" what ??!! here loe ! I'm also the same lips loe lips all of you ...!!" reply I want to grab Vita's hair that is only a boat, just delicious my long hair that has been made at the end with great difficulty and with expensive care only for Om Za a he jambak.
" think I'm afraid of your rich capital son !!" the squealing was challenging.
" noble !!! here loe !!!" I grabbed it but it was blocked by Adam
" sal..already sal...!!" murmured Adam, while Vita held Pian
" your mouth can not be in the vit....!!" pian muttered.
" Out !!! Salwa !!!! stop !!! you guys come with me!!!" ms. Fatma broke up and told us to come into BK's room.
I rotated my eyeballs the first time I entered BK since entering here , actually not a new thing for me to enter the BK room but the house person I faced this time was neither mother nor father .
As a result both guardians of the student are called to the school .
" hoffft !!" Om Za breathed his coarse breath.
" why Za ??" ask Om Mirza.
" i was called to Salwa school !!' the answer is to lean his back against the seat .
" lha...why ??" ask Om Mirza.
" Salwa fought equally 'she said because of the men !!"
" byurrr!!" Om Mirza who was drinking sweet tea, spitting out his tea, he immediately chuckled.
" man ??? is the man in his house less handsome ??" ledek.
" Salwa fought bang ??" asked Aunt Cut when clearly he heard too, just want to further affirm that I am a bar girl.
" astagfirullahaladzim, young people are indeed in a time of love monkey bang....!" he stroked his chest while in his heart smiling with satisfaction, I am the troublemaker he thought. Om Za clenched his hands tightly, not to mention his weird problems at the office
" if so I went to Salwa school first Mir...!!" Om Za, step up to my school.
This is where I am, mashed with the cult that takes all the way to the house .
" want to be your hero ??!"
" it's not Salwa that's wrong !!" I'm tough once again.
" if you're innocent you can't be called by teacher BK...,!!" snapped it.
" he starts first, 'bang ..! she's a bully Salwa wearing a tuft of veils with Salwa's hair !!" my pekik is no less tight with a face like a strawberry.
" it's been wrong to avoid !" his murmur was still heard.
" disgraceful ! is it because of the men ??" his hand grip on the steering wheel hardened until his hand muscles protruded, Om Za pulled the car over.
" answer Salwa !!" her question snapped until I closed my eyes, so scared of her. Fear of wrong answers and fatal consequences.
A few tears I can still hold "Salwa ga wrong bang !!" kekehku.
" not Salwa who started , Salwa not even once there is the intention to betray "my great-granddaughter quivered., I honestly lost my courage to see the face of Om Za who was scary, maybe Om Za was really angry.
" do you like that young man ?? are you trying to betray brother Salwa ??until you and the girl wrestle the young man ??" her question held back the emotions that were ready to explode if I got the word out wrong.
I shook my head loudly "Salwa dare to swear,bang !! Salwa does not like or close to other men, he is the one who pursues Salwa bang!!" how else would I say for this man to believe.
" men will not approach if women do not respond !" the answer is still staring.
It's unstoppable anymore , my tears just escaped , it hurts to hear Om Za say like that 'til at home I'm still staring .
" what more defense are you going to say ??!"
it seems like everything is wrong in Om Za's eyes. He left me in his own room while he went into his study , feeling neglected , wanting to go home ..but I still have the responsibility to perform at the show later.
"mother... Salwa wants to go home !!" I was all over the edge of the bed.
