Love Me Please, Uncle Camat

intro Om Za

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at the end of this time I often scowl, it seems I was struck by cloudiness, just for myself ...

" cantonese candidates, no smile.do not wry his face.." Mother's heartfelt satire , this afternoon I was taken by several parents to a boutique, recorded three parents , father, mother and Om Za.

occasionally those black eyes glanced at me with a flat look

" cihhh basic dishwashing sponge,,, dry face.crackers krupuk.." My mind just keeps grumbling.

although most of the beautiful eyes of the women who walked glanced at the flirtatious lyrics towards him, his gaze remained straight as straight as the path of his life, perhaps....!!!!

mother met with aunt Sisil the owner of this boutique as well as her kongkow friend

" hi sist.." they're cipika cipiki...

" have been aunty.ga has been willing to marry aunty ponakan nih, has been great nih.." aunty Sisil cipika cipika to me.

"not a big aunt, still a little married.." said I, aunt Sisil smiled, smiling,

" oh this is Salwa's candidate???wahhh fit nih.ganteng is just as beautiful, mature is also rich is suitable for ponakan aunty spoiled... "

" yes fit tan..fit to be a father of the same child.." answered me terribly, not angry man just smiled thinly, and as a result I got a tell in my head from mother.

" suttt.sorry yes.... Salwa if you like ngeselin..."

" awww..bun.sak emang really right.." My lips have been stretched out front since from home.

" already, we're here to fittings clothes not to fight.." leerai father...

aunt Sisil chuckled, it is not strange to see my mother and I argue, while attending the social group ...

" aunty already has several models of kebaya clothes for the favorite ponakan auntie nih..yuu.." invite aunt Sisil by showing one by one his flagship kebaya.

at first glance I was amazed and tried the dangers one by one, my net sparkled to see one of the kebaya open on his back ....

" that's a nice aunt, Salwa would like to try.

all eyes follow my index finger, the boutique staff picks it up and I try it, I go out and turn to show my three parents in front of me

" how is it ???" much

" engga ..replace...!!!" my eyes are breaking hearing Om Za's answer

" why, huh ??" ask me to pout "Salwa likes, 'om..."

" the back is open...!!" he said coldly and then looked back at his phone screen,

I did not know I was tired of trying this kebaya kebaya, I like turn, he forbid, om om om this old once....

he put his phone in and walked on one kebaya and gave it to me

" try this one...."

I went back in irritated and tried it on kebaya who had a piece of neck that was closed at the nape of his neck

" beautiful...!!" muttered

" jeez the beauty of the father's son." I was amazed to see me including mother...

" wahhh Zaky's taste is indeed top.." mother hung a thumb on Om Za...

my lips pursed "but Salwa didn't want to.. Salwa wanted that." I said, trying to make everyone upset, who knows with my annoying attitude this marriage was canceled.

" no. That's all I like.." he said.

" that's what I use.."my circus.

" that was too sexy, your letter was revealed where ...."

" your old.ga know style..all Salwa use mukena.." answered me next door ,indeed, one of my traits that makes mothers and fathers often pat the bidat is not to lose the debate

" if indeed you want to please use mukena I do not mind.." he said did not want to bother, and I can no longer answer silence ...

" bwahahaha." mom laughed.

" great you are Za..baru you loh who can make Salwa diem ...indeed it is suitable..."

" meet the retainer." added dad.

I flick the curtains where I change clothes, as I see Om Za who smiles triumphantly while winking one eye at me ,

" ihhh.. om om flirtatious.." I said.

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only two days Om Za was at my house but I already felt like a stepson ,it has taken half my life ...

" srekkkk.." The curtains of my room open the sunlight in freely warmed my room space.

" you wake up early.what will your husband say if you get up late, shame ..your husband will leave to work ......"

morning has got a watering qalbu from the mother, and the end of this theme is to be the wife of Sholeha.....

" let's get up..your legs are pegged to a chicken.." Mother revealed the blanket and pulled my legs.

" bun.ayam tuh matokin kernels corn is not a windfall people,." I answered immediately, with eyes still closed...

I shuffled back to allow my position, I don't think I didn't expect the mother to splash the water into my face

" spy..splash....."

" ih..bun..sorry...wet...cold...." lamented...

" hayoo woke up ???shower cepet, help you in the kitchen....."

with ogah ogahan I finally move with a mouth that continues to grumble, after ready I go down to the kitchen through the middle room ,

" it is thought that the father's son will never wake up again.

" naudubilahimindzalik.the father of speech is do'a.." my sarcasm.

not yet an hour.. now in the kitchen mom has returned to lecture me with an exemplary wife diary, for a long time I can not stand ,my age is not enough to hear the word that leads to the bed podium but clearly mama said the obligation of a wife who should not refuse, I think I just want to go...

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dinner table chat

" later after marriage, kaka has become the responsibility of bang Zaky , although later the same mother father will miss the same kaka but later occasionally kaka can come here or mother the same father who was there ..."

I keep the cutlery and then move, it is not lust to eat if I have to remember my marriage especially later I will move and settle in Aceh accompany the husband who incidentally like a dishwashing sponge , ' he said ,and a Hitler drip.....

" ekhemm... may I take a seat ..." the voice of the baritone surprised my reverie who was sitting in the back seat.

" just sit down in a public place." but as soon as Om Za sat down, I immediately moved he sighed.

" where are you going ??"

" want to walk ..." after I called Acha because we intended to go to the bookstore while shopping mall to get rid of my pain and divert my annoyance ,

" Tin.tong....Ting.tong....."

unexpectedly Acha even invited ka Rendy, I can not blame Acha who does not know that Om Za stay here

" bun..well, I'll go first ..there's a book I have to buy.." My permission to mom and dad.

" ask permission also dong same prospective husband, or want to be ushered aja.." said father, see Om Za has joined.

" don't, well,, I've been waiting for Acha up front..."

" who is Acha ???" ask mother

they looked up as Acha and ka Rendy came in to say hello

" assalamualaikum,,,om ..tante.." said the two.

" wa'alaikumsalam...Where are you going???"

" traditional tan.mau walk while looking for a book to prepare for the exam." replied Acha.

" who is this ??" ask mother

" i'm Rendy, .om ..tante..Salwa's schoolmate.." replied ka Rendy.

Om Za who had just been silent "I am coming.wait for me to change clothes.." he said who immediately went to the room without hearing my approval and others , it was like that Tutankhamun....no matter what other people think...

I frowned, my life is not my whole life anymore....

when heading to the Acha page using his motorbike ka Rendy was the same using his motorbike

" we should just use the car, let me borrow the keys with dad...."

the atmosphere that should be cheerful even become awkward

" Cha, why are you talking to Rendy??" just whisper

" he himself, please meet earlier in the street ..." whispered more insistent.

" it's not like I want to have fun but it makes me more stressed.." myself.

" hanging me all together in the chili tree." I said annoyed at Acha who even chuckled.

" what the hell, by the way I'm yeah.." sidelines for Rendy...

" huh....!w.engga ka..."

" sal it's you who've come to school yesterday." asked Rendy.

I don't know when the sudden arrival of Om Za daja introduced himself "introduce my name Zaky ...I would-be husband Salwa..."

ka Rendy was shocked not to play, neither did I ..

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