Love Me Please, Uncle Camat

bucin, love slave

bismillah happy reading all 😘

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I unfolded the safari tops and long span skirts that are loose, from any side it will indeed look like it looks like a true Muslim woman who is graceful will not suddenly turn into a babydoll dress,or torn jeans torn at the knees and thighs ..maybe I wear that clothes just haven't come out the room I've boycotted the man one, the man labeled the husband of the owner of the sky rayaku.But not to mention just out of the house maybe I've stuck in the religious office because of razzia clothes ...

" beautiful ma'am "praise me Zaky.

" thank you, mr. Camat," said I enclose the end of the colored pashmina in line with the dress dress darma wanita.Meski my age is fairly young but my position is the highest among one of this sub-district.

" bang.kalo the contents have started talking arisan pan, Salwa directly go home aja ya ya ," I said that if later om Za asked if I went home first compared to other mothers.Om Za chuckled

" sip.." she replied.

" instead of having to talk about the price of a pot that is more expensive than the price of 25 servings of ice meningan Salwa chatted with red ants, '" I said.

" dik , just go into the room brother but before saying goodbye to others do not like the thief, "were clearly warning politeness.

" wokehhh.." I answered adding the final touch of the small butterfly brooch on the chest.

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The quiet day before the UN really spent with the activities of darma women in the district.Become the role model mother of everyone.

" let's introduce this Salwa ma'am, our camat mother," one of the mothers who used to be the head of the woman darma here introduced me to the mother of the other mother it contained mother rt , rw, rw, lurah and the wives are also sub-district employees.Maybe I can assess their views on me one frequency that is not to believe so young, O the Camat mother who is in front of them this ,what do they expect a grayed mommy with wrinkled skin on the tail of the eye ?? I drew a smile as sweet and as smooth as possible, sugar alone was less sweet with me at this moment.

" assalamualaikum all , introduce my name Salwa Zahratunissa please her mother's guidance," said I stiff and awkward fear he mispronounced can I be a hibahan material behind.

" waalaikumsalam, salam know bu camat, insyaallah ma'am .." chuckling some answer , life is always fair some like it and some are not sincere and some are indeed two-faced .But I don't want to bother with it, the important thing is they don't mess with my life then everything will be safely under control , another case if they disturb my life then ready just my bar soul can not I prevent to act.

After introducing myself, Tria introduced every activity and schedule of the mother of this woman darma when the time gathered until I felt dizzy to memorize it, too, may I run away to Korea to watch my idol boyband concert only.I better memorize the lessons in school than the promise dasa homestead like this...my brain feels bubbly and must be watered with ice cendol.

" sorry ma'am Salwa if a little presumptuous," said Ms. Aaron one of the wives lurah .

" yes, ma'am." I replied.

" is it true that you're still in school ?" askanya , others to come listen .

Why should this random question that comes out at this moment , once again the calm face of the flat om om camat my husband is clearly plastered in my brain and said to be patient and answer wisely.

" yes ma'am insyaallah taun this pass, ask for his prayers only," I pressed my ego as deep as possible let alone see the face of his judges who want to claw if not being khilaf.See his age is not much different from me , his face is also quite clear rich water that just flowed from upstream just a lot in the face of dry leaves.Or maybe he felt rivaled by me , another miss wanna be that will make my day that I have arranged in such a way as to be an exemplary camat will not be easy .

" young yes ma'am, I think the mother camat is old ..but it turns out it is still under me, even though I am also the youngest here. Wahh was great just still married school and ready to devote to be a wife when it is usually if the school age is still childish and still want to live freely," the answer without a coma like nagging other mothers mother, next to me ka Aisyah holding my hand, I nodded.Oath for whatever I sting so much as he said, I want to tell him if I don't want to know what he's going to say 'Better just have a boxing ring and duel with me because I've started to get distracted by him.

Fortunately, there was Aisyah ka who accompanied me here.If it is not possible at this time this room is no longer a room for women's activities but a boxing arena .

" i'm sorry Aaron ma'am, you should not talk about it want any age bu camat we it becomes a matter of privacy he and our own father has no right to interfere , mother mother we just continue '" said Ms. Tria.Indeed ask in kissed stealth nih girl, did not realize whether she was also young I became curious about Mr. Aaron how stature.

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brakkk !!!

I opened the door violently to make Za and Mirza squirm in shock while Aisyah's ka behind me laughed a little while calming me who was like a railway locomotive chimney.

" astagfirullahaladzim." they said.

" please be invited to parachute tuh guan !!" my nagging pan*tat on the couch in Za's room.

" already Sal.indeed the trials of being human are never endless there are always those who test if not from God yes of other humans ..." replied Aisyah.Om Za closed the file in front of her and approached me raising her eyebrows next to Aisyah's.

" what's up ?" tanyak .

" why , which ...mom camat we this one came in angry...??" ask Mirza to ask Ka Aisyah.

" so bad Salwa, ka ! thought Salwa rich chick gatel what !!! pantes aja he talked about it ngiri same Salwa...Kedarai Salwa tuh so the toughest rival for him ka, envy said boss ....," my eyes stared at the syrup water in front of me not thinking long and grabbed and drank it directly so emotion that causes thirst.

" wrr.."

" ohhhh..."

In the room there ka Aisyah and om Mirza laughed in satisfaction.

" what's wrong ??" ask Zaky.

" it was Aaron's mother, Za.it seemed to be jealous of the coming of Salwa, he beat the drums of war on Salwa.." kkeh ka Aisyah.

" wahhh exclaims, but it seems like our priest mother will win ! in bar bar there will be no one who can give up," om Mirza instead placed a bet.

" huss...!!" pat ka Aisyah.

" be* ge.." om Za hit Mirza's arm.

I came back with a face that was wet from washing my face.

" Za.kita both back first, afraid of getting into Salwa's tantrums," he chuckled.

Om Mirza and ka Aisyah are ready to go home.

" Sal.kalo is still angry looking for a boxing bag that is suitable for impingement, Zaky fits tuh, "again Mirza giggled who was immediately rewarded with a pen by om Za.

" i mean Za, you know a lot of gym equipment with sports ..let ngenesnya ilang, " replied om Mirza.

" Sal..must be patient.let him say what not to hear" ka Aisyah held my shoulder.Before the two left.

Om Za stretched out his hands "want to hug ??" tanyanya, I immediately welcomed and cringed into the arms of papa bear privately owned.

" are you angry ??" ask her again.

" a little," my great-granddaughter, how to try to be hugged gini same fragrant man and handsome idol of women one of them has gone to prison because crazy crazy, I really am very lucky.

" know not if the more the wind that will blow the greater anyway, in "weigh.

" yes, you know." I answered .

" brother is proud of Salwa already can hold the anger ..babang kasih gift.." he said .My eyes immediately sparkled.

" a bang gift ??" I made sure again.

" tomorrow we go to Medan "he replied .

" to Medan , bang ??!!" that means I'll refresh ...

" brother wants to show you something, brother." he said.

I nodded quickly "want..."

" yet the day has begun in the afternoon, want to go home or stay here ??" tanyanya.

" go home and stay here." I replied .

" yes it may be , dik wants to try to make love in the office ..." said om Za fulgar.

" there's no other discussion what !!" sewotku, he chuckles.

" yes yu has come home." take her .

" car.." - whinekku.Om Za shook his head chuckling at my manjaku behavior but he liked.Om Za carried me bridal style towards the parking lot after previously locking his study.

" mother why sir ? does it hurt ?" tanya Hansip and some employees of the ward office guard.

" ahh no sir, it is usual to come to his effect "can't believe if om Za said to be honest with others with a face that does not show shame, even now I am embarrassed.

" hehhh !! " i hit his chest "to be honest, I'm ashamed! say yes Salwa is not feeling well !" my sarcasm.

Om Za raised his eyebrows next to "dik telling brother to lie ? speech is prayer, do you want to pray for pain ? after all, it is spoiled, ask brother fat ," he said , this is if the stiff began to dominate.

" excuse me first Mr. assalamualaikum !" pamit om Za's.

" waalaikumsalam "answer them giggling.

Surprised perhaps for them, the camat sir, who is usually famous for being stiff, cold and flat, is now a warm and well-known person to his little wife.

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