Love Me Please, Uncle Camat

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" it's crazy sii ,, bad abis..sal..om Za cool loh.... ckckckckckck, kalo like this story sii I'm willing to be his sugar baby ..." murmured Acha's admiration a little teasing me.

there's a little whisper tickling in my heart "have I got it..."

" loe don't know if he's going to Fir'aun kW.." I'm upset ,

" sihhh time, such a cool person ...." Acha still did not take his eyes off the charm of the om...

" loe sure he's camat ???"

" what's the matter ???"

" i don't think deh, more like a model ad ca*wet male macho tau ga !!"

I glared at Acha's extreme words, I didn't think her gesrek brain also held a smile, so I imagined it that far.

" there's nothing good about what ca*wet loe thinks doi ko*lor ijo.." my sarcasm

" model adult magazine ..bwahahahahahahah "Acha goes first because curious to see closer, Om Za who is being admired by the students is silent

I scowled " si*al..ngapain anyway om om come to school wearing OMG clothes again ...."

what is this ??why should I be upset too...???

how not om Za came to school with a white t-shirt featuring the chest of his field covered with a layer of cloth that is not too thick plus a green army bomber jacket

" it is rich ta*i aja..cihhh..."

knee-length pants feature slightly hairy legs and muscular calves instead of knee screwdrivers...and famous brand sports watches no tin cans.

" o...!!!" I looked back

" yes yes ..."

" o ga with Acha...??? if that's what's behind me, I'm anterin...!!" invite him, unexpectedly ka Rendy grabbed my arm which is only one grip, my movement reflex refused

" sorry.. reflexes." he said.

" sorry I can't .." I declined the offer

" don't fear what, no. 'it's ready to tell you .." pointed it at Afrian who was sitting sweetly on his bike in front of the gate, looking at me sharply in agreement with his grin.

" emmm, I've got someone to pick you up...."

" oh that's okay next time ..." ka Rendy smiled bitterly

" Salv....!!!" the cold ambushed instantly, with the calm om Za approaching, maybe seeing me chatting with ka Rendy made his Hitler soul turbulent.

" yes, yes, om..."

" let's go home.." without ba bi bu Om Za walking first.

" ka Rendy, Salwa first yes.." I waved warmly welcomed by ka Rendy..

" Sailva...!!!" the clash made my heart woeful, my heart was like it was going to be dislodged, my first impression was bad.....

all the students' eyes are on two different generations of people who get into a black car, whispering neighbors begin to develop

" Cha I first ...."

" yes sal. be careful..." Acha smiled knots at om Za, while the Tutankhamun just returned a thin smile...

his aura gripped being in one car with him, I could feel the aura of anger from the person in front of me

" i'm not your driver." he said flatly, I immediately moved my seat.

" yes, Om...."

come on sal..loe ga can not lose the same doi.yg no loe in the face.

" where are we going, om???this is not the way home because.." I say to this man.

" who was it ???" her question warmed up a little

" huh ??? Acha ??? my friend "answer me

" not a man .." with eyes fixed on the street

" oh ka Rendy ???my schoolmates..."

" i also know it's your schoolmate, girlfriend ??" her tanya tightened her grip on the steering wheel...

" no. ..just a schoolmate, Om..."

" don't hold on.don't get too close .you can't be close friends with men..."

" including om ???" much

geez, the courage from which I said this forbidden sentence.

"i mean Salwa om is also a man." I argue quickly afraid that om Za is angry ...

" it could be.but I'm your future husband..."

ko there is a tingling tingling feeling how it is in the chest, rich heart again in kelitikin...

the car arrived at the parking lot of a mall, I got off the car, 'om Za grabbed my hand and suddenly made me surprised and nervous never once I was held by a man other than my father....kampungan indeed ..I followed her steps towards a restaurant and chose a seat

while waiting for the order he was like researching me while wriggling his finger to the table , attached a ring similar to mine ,yuppp our engagement ring

there was a smile on my lips, I was just a little uncomfortable with his gaze that seemed to want to disarm me

" is your uniform not something that's cute, but which uniform ???" ask her

om aja old ga know the model, yes time a Salwa wear a uniform greatness really new buy it..

" why???" much

" change..."

I widened my eyes "om ga right to chatter Salwa anyway this is also not too fit body om..."

it's easy for him to rule people, what's a job like ???just a few hours have made you feel at home especially later one roof and forever ???

" the uniform is bukin fruit and*a you look great ..aurat...!!! it's also her skirt.your body indentation is on show show show ,,"

" geez, her mouth....!!"

does this om mouth have no filter what ? wonder people as old as this with a position that should have polite and polite language but even make people ashamed ....

" don't call me om. I'm not your om..."

" what do you want to call it ???kake ???opa???" I started to get upset and didn't care about first impressions anymore.

" call me brother." he said.

" uhuukk...."

Brother ?????bwahahahahah, my laughter is in my heart but I dare not let out my laughter in front of him, it is wrong I acted can be tomorrow I just stay name only....

" mother said the day after the same salwa brother fitting bridal clothes." he said while chewing food in front of him.

" huh ?????" my screeches

" why ??" ask her

why else???loe thinks why bambang.....

" is it too fast, Mom ?? "i'm still fond of nimang about the wedding.play the pipette drinking straws I ordered...

" why ???" ask her

" Salwa is still in school, 'om.." I replied innocently...

" faster is better." she replied.

" when did we get married ???" ask me while scooping back my food.

" within 3 weeks." she replied.

prankkkk.....!!!. The spoon in my grip fell to the floor.